1773 The mysterious master

Not long after Fu Shiyi and Brother Shiba left the Cicada Forest, a butterfly hovering over the sea of ​​fire flapped its wings and flew to the north of the Cicada Forest. Soon they came to the cliff that Fu Shiyi had found strange before. The butterfly Without a trace of hesitation, he jumped and swooped down, passing through the spiritual mist belt lingering on the mountainside. After continuing to sink for three hundred feet, the spiritual mist belt automatically spread out into a path. The butterfly followed this spiritual path, and then After flying down for more than half an hour, the surrounding fog began to dissipate, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard. A jade bamboo forest appeared, with numerous butterflies flying and circling in the forest. It was like entering a butterfly valley. .

In the jade forest.

A small courtyard can be vaguely seen.

The flowers and butterflies in the forest came and went in and out of the courtyard. After coming out of the forest, they followed the spiritual path upstream again, climbed to the top of the cliff, and dispersed to every corner of the outer gate of the ancient ruins.

The butterfly that just came back flew through the forest and flew into the small courtyard.

A fifth-level Cangming tree was planted in the courtyard.

There are countless cocoons hanging upside down on the trees, many of which are flickering.

Under the Cangming tree.

Two female practitioners in white robes, one on the left and one on the right, sit cross-legged and meditate.

in front of them.

The two foundation-building puppets were randomly thrown on the ground.

If Fu Shiyi were here, he would definitely discover that these two puppets were the same ones she had put into the cliff to investigate the situation.

No mana fluctuations could be seen on the two white-robed female cultivators.

Butterflies were flying in and out of their ears, flapping their wings constantly, and an extremely subtle sound reached their ears.

suddenly.

The female cultivator on the left suddenly opened her eyes.

She quickly stood up, walked a few steps to the main house, straightened her clothes, and then gently knocked on the door, her voice as gentle as an oriole:

"Master, I have something to report."

"Squeak"

The door to the main room opens automatically.

The female cultivator in white robe walked in quietly.

inside the room.

A totem screen of all beasts divides the room into two.

Behind the screen, you can vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged in meditation, and the incense burner is full of scented birds.

Smell the aroma of the incense.

The female cultivator in white robe who was originally a little excited suddenly calmed down, and the oriole-like voice sounded again:

"Master, the situation has changed. Among the Fu family monks who came in, Fu Shiyi can use his divine power to transform into a three-legged golden crow, and he can also create a sky-swallowing beast derived from the power of thunder. Her brother currently knows that he has There are two foundation-building puppets, and there is also a fake baby puppet. The foreign envoy Hong Tianshou was caught off guard and was annihilated by their brother and sister!"

Divine power.

The power of thunder.

These are the nemesis of monsters.

The shadow behind the beast totem screen seemed to move its lips.

Don't know what was said.

A nine-color butterfly flew out and flapped its wings next to the white-robed female cultivator's ear.

The female cultivator in white robe hesitated:

"Master, keep this person here. I'm afraid that it will ruin our big event in the end. Our master has been planning hard for thousands of years for today. Just in case, it's better for my junior sister and I to go out and take advantage of them. Before entering the inner gate, I cooperated with my senior sister inside and outside, and killed her..."

"Li'er, you talk a little too much today."

The figure behind the screen with pictures of animals spoke.

It was hard to tell whether the voice was male or female. It was gentle and strong, giving people an unmistakable maternal feeling.