In Jinjie Valley, the streets are crowded with people and the cars and horses are noisy, making it very lively.
In a secret room, Long Qingfeng was lying on a red stone bed, his eyes closed.
Wang Ruyi stood aside, frowning.
They brought Jiu Yanhua back to Jinjie Valley as quickly as possible and handed it to Mrs. Shi to break the curse.
According to Madam Shi, the Ice Soul Soul-Destroying Curse has been unlocked, but it will take some time for Long Qingfeng to wake up.
Wang Ruyi stood beside Long Qingfeng with a sad look on his face. They killed three Void Spirit monks in the integration stage. In addition to the 30,000-year-old Jiuyan Flower, they also got many good things, the most precious of which were two Thousand Spirit Tokens.
Wang Ruyi checked the jade slips and found a reflection bead recording the last words of Master Jin Yan.
Master Jin Yan is a late-stage integration monk. He has entered the Thousand Spirits Secret Treasures to hunt for treasures, but he did not get many resources for cultivating immortals. The more precious thing is a book called "Xian Wentong", which records a large number of immortal texts.
After Master Jin Yan left the Qianling Secret Cry, he was chased by powerful enemies. He fought his way out of the siege and fled into the Jin Yan Ruins for refuge. He was seriously injured and died in the Jin Yan Ruins.
The Void Spirit Clan monks must have discovered the cave where Master Jin Yan lived, but they didn't expect to take advantage of Wang Ruyi.
For Wang Ruyi, the value of the Thousand Spirit Order is higher, and the "Xian Wentong" is of little use to her. She does not have the secret techniques or classics recorded in the immortal family's texts. When they return to the gathering place of the human race, they can use the "Xianwen Tong" "Xian Wentong" was handed over to the family.
Wang Ruyi felt someone grabbing his palm. He turned around and saw that Long Qingfeng had woken up, and his right hand was holding Wang Ruyi's palm.
"Husband, if you wake up, I'll contact Mrs. Shi and ask her to come over and take a look at you."
Wang Ruyi looked happy, took out a communication disk with flashing red light, entered a spell, and said politely: "Mrs. Shi, my husband is awake. Please come and take a look."
"Okay, I'll be right over."
A gentle female voice came from the interrogation tray.
Not long after, the young woman in purple skirt came over. She carefully examined Long Qingfeng's injuries and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Long is not seriously injured. He will be fine after resting for a while. Friend Daoist Long, thanks to Mrs. Long from Jin Yanxu gets Jiu Yanhua, otherwise you will be dead."
Long Qingfeng nodded and said, "Sorry to trouble you, Mrs. Shi."
"Okay, take good care of yourself and I won't disturb you anymore. If you need anything, please contact me."
The young woman in purple skirt got up and left. "Thank you for your hard work, Ruyi." Long Qingfeng's voice was a little weak. "As long as you're fine." Wang Ruyi smiled like a flower.
Long Qingfeng nodded and said nothing more.
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Spring passed and autumn came, and three hundred years passed. Heavenly Demon Realm, Tianying Continent.
In the southwest corner of the Xuandiao Mountains, in a long and narrow valley, a burly man in a red shirt and a graceful young woman in a green skirt were walking slowly forward. They exuded a strong demonic aura, and they were obviously demons.
"Hey, what is that!"
The young woman in the green skirt let out a light sigh, her face full of curiosity.
The big man in red shirt looked up and saw a large number of light spots in the void, colorful, with no end in sight.
"A strange treasure is born?"
The young woman in the green skirt had a curious expression on her face. She flew high into the sky, glanced around, and took a deep breath.
Colorful light spots occupy a small half of the Xuandiao Mountains. These light spots converge in a certain direction as if they are guided.
"Is there someone here to attack the combined stage? It doesn't look like it! The celestial phenomena that impact the combined stage will not be so big."
The young woman in the green skirt looked confused.
Multiple rays of light flew from a distance, following the light spots as they flew high into the sky.
There was a loud sound of thunder in the sky, a huge golden thundercloud appeared in the sky, lightning and thunder, and tens of thousands of thick golden lightnings pierced the sky and struck at these escaping lights. A scream came from the sky, The light disappeared. "If you dare to come close to this place, you will be killed without mercy!"
An extremely cold male voice came from the sky and resounded throughout the world.
Dense light spots gathered over a giant valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.
It condenses into a huge five-color cloud, which is tens of thousands of feet in size.
A silvery flying sword appeared out of thin air and floated high in the sky.
Wang Lei stood on the top of a peak, looking at the five-colored clouds in the sky with a solemn expression.
After the five-color clouds rolled violently, large five-color raindrops poured down, and all of them were absorbed by the silver flying sword, which became more and more dazzling.
The silver flying sword swayed slightly, and there was a harsh sword cry. The silver light rose sharply, and the five-color clouds flew towards the silver flying sword, slowly blending into the silver flying sword and disappearing.
Wang Lei's face darkened, and he turned into a golden rainbow and walked away through the air. Two rays of light flew from a distance, very fast.
Not long after, Wang Lei stopped, and the two escaping lights also stopped, revealing two men with similar facial features, both of whom were fusion monks.
"My Xuanyan clan is in a state of flux. What do you call my Taoist friend?"
A tall and thin old man in green robe said politely. "The title is not important. Please stay away from here to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."
Wang Lei's tone was heavy. He didn't expect to meet a fusion cultivator here.
A short, fat old man in gold robes turned his eyes, and a pair of blue bird wings sprouted from his back. He flapped lightly and disappeared from the place.
Wang Lei's face darkened and he didn't say anything.
Thousands of miles away, a green light lit up in the void, and the figure of the old man in golden robe appeared. His body fell uncontrollably towards the ground, and the blue light on his body was shining brightly, but it was of no use.
A thick golden lightning fell from the sky and struck a towering mountain peak, which was leveled to the ground.
"Don't blame me for being rude if you dare to trespass again." Wang Lei's tone was cold.
Normally, he would just kill him. Wang Qingshan was attacking the Mahayana stage and he didn't know how many monks he would attract. He didn't want to cause more trouble, lest someone take advantage of him.
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. Fellow Taoist, please remove the Taoist teachings. I will leave now."
The old man in gold robe smiled and begged.
"Stay here for now! If you leave here, I will kill you without fail."
Wang Lei said coldly.
The old man in gold robe and the old man in green robe thought for a moment, but neither took action, and just waited here.
The other party is proficient in thunder magic and has companions to help them. If they really want to kill them, they really can't get away.
A huge valley shrouded in white thick fog, the five-colored clouds have disappeared.
In a cave, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. He was crossing the Heart Demon Pass.
...Qinglian Mountain, Lecture Hall.
A clan elder was teaching a group of Wang family children. They were young, and one of them, a handsome boy in a green shirt, stared directly at the clan elder.
"This is when I was a kid!"
The boy in green shirt said to himself. "Qingshan, what are you talking about?" the clan elder asked.
"No, my grandson is thinking about which monk is the most powerful."
Wang Qingshan asked.
"Of course it's a sword cultivator! But as high as the mountain is, a sword cultivator is not the most powerful. There will still be opponents. However, sword cultivators are better than most monks of the same level. This is the consensus. This is a digression. Let's continue the lecture. I’ll talk to you about sword cultivation another day.”
The clan elder said slowly.
Wang Qingshan nodded and listened with concentration.
