It turns out that any coincidence can happen in the copy of the novel.

"The person who wrote the blood... seems to be called 'Yuan'..."

Princess Zhaorong struggled to dig out the memory, but those memories were too terrifying. She didn't dare to recall them in depth, but she just vaguely remembered that there was a word "yuan" in the signature. This word was like a key, opening another part of the lost memory, which shocked her.

"By the way!" Princess Zhaorong suddenly raised her voice, and she pointed at Feng Suyu and said, "These people took things from behind the door!"

Feng Suyu almost denied it the first time.

Despite this, people who are not blind know that Feng Suyu is lying.

The work of searching is left to Feng Suyan and his juniors.

Pei Ye is a civilized person and cannot do anything to force the girl.

"All things are here?"

After a while, Feng Suyu and several other monks were plundered.

"Tsk tsk, a few big fat sheep - no wonder they have the confidence to rely on the large number of people and the powerful to kill Qi Shui's nephew."

The quality of the materials in the hands of these monks is not low, and the average level is even higher than that of Feng Suyan and his friends who have plundered treasure chests in "hell".

It's a pity that I owe some luck.

No matter how fat they raise themselves, they finally deliver express delivery to others and pay free shipping out of their own pockets.

Feng Suyan said: "It should be all here."

The spoils of the ten fat sheep were piled up together, and the monk with a dazzling and slightly less concentration would drool.

At this time, someone picked up something from it.

It was a magic sword with a very ordinary style. The scabbard was mainly ice blue, and the hilt was carved with three hovering dragons.

Pei Yewen said: "What's special about this sword?"

Yu Jin's voice was low and sad: "The sword of the senior brother of the sect... was lost after that time..."

The grade of this sword is not high among the pile of supplies, but it has a special meaning. This is given to the master of the sect. In order to create a suitable sword, the master of the old sect licked an old face and disturbed the world's refining master every now and then. From nine heavens to five oceans to catch turtles, he spent a lot of effort to make up enough materials, and finally forged the magic weapon that is most suitable for the master of the sect and refined by him.

However, this magic sword was not in service for many years and was in the secret realm, and the real person in the head of the sect was vague about its whereabouts.

He returned to Lingxiao Sect and had already changed his sword around him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the new equipment in the hands of the head's real person is stronger and more suitable for him than before. Even the old leader said that it would be good if the person comes back - the old ones don't go to the new ones, and in the future, I will collect a pair of top-notch materials to find a master to tailor a new one.

Now I recall...

True Man Yu Jin subconsciously held the sword that had long lost its master's aura.

How many details did he ignore back then?

What other unimaginable encounters did the head brother experience in the secret realm and in "hell"?

Just listening to Princess Zhaorong's description and replacing it with the senior brother of the head, Yu Jin Zhenren felt that she owed her more.

If the senior brother did not hand over the door key to him and fell in the secret realm, he should have been the one who struggled in "hell".

Pei Ye said: "Senior Brother of the Sect... are you sure?"

Yu Jin pursed his lips and pushed his thumb into the hilt of the sword, causing the sword body to be sheathed a little.

Then shine one side of the sword body for Pei Ye to show.

On one side, the sword body is "Yuan", and on the other side, the sword body is "Xiao".

There are Lingxiao Sect’s iconic auspicious cloud patterns on both sides of the two characters.

Several disciples didn't know the inside story, but they could hear that the two real people were in a little bit wrong, especially the real people Yu Jin.

As the apprentice of the head of the sect, Qi Shui noticed more information.

A question also came to my mind.

[How could the master's sword appear in the secret realm of Lishan?]

"Senior Sister Xianyu, how to deal with these people? Kill or release them?"

Knowing the information I wanted to know, Yu Jin put away his sword with a cold expression.

He had a murderous intention toward the so-called "hell" and his patience was about to be exhausted.

Pei Ye said: "Just decide."

When Feng Suyu heard this, Chuchu's pitiful eyes turned to Yu Jin Zhenren again.

"Really, real person-please forgive me for the sake of the General's Mansion."

She doesn't want to die!

She discovered the stone tablet, but the door behind the stone tablet was instructed by Princess Zhaorong, the willful and unruly man, to do it.

She also pushed Princess Zhaorong because this sect deserved to die.

"...If you are willing to let me go, I can tell you the location of the stone tablet and what happened at that time..."

Yu Jin Zhenren lowered her eyes and said, "Are you threatening me?"

Feng Suyu shook her head like a rattle.

Yu Jin said lightly: "Kill it, save trouble."

After a moment of white light, ten people spit out the blood pool that rolled like magma. Feng Suyu grabbed her clothes tightly with trembling, staring at the red sun and moon hanging in the sky in horror. The surroundings were dead silent. A group of strange blood-clothed rushing towards the new "sinners" like locusts. After a louder scream, Feng Suyu and his men were spit out one after another by the rolling blood pool.

After a while, I repeated it for more than a dozen times.

Feng Suyu was so scared that she was both scared until a red sword light flashed, breaking up the "sinners" who were pounced on them.

The expected pain did not come.

Feng Suyu knelt on the ground, raised her head with a pale face, and found a tall figure in her sight.

The visitor was not wearing a bloody clothes, but was wearing a scarlet cloak and his wide hood shrouded the entire face in the shadows.

Holding a sword in his hand and a whip hanging around his waist, he should be a monk looking at his outfit.

Those "sinners" seemed to be afraid of him.

With him as the center, a large area of ​​land was vacated.

The visitor looked at the lively blood pool and sighed.

"The seal was untied-"

Does the person who has the seal owe his hands?

Is that stone tablet written for the blind man to read?

The noise this time was much bigger than the previous few times, and the person who came was not sure that he could suppress it.

Feng Suyu was about to crawl over and ask for help from someone, when another young man in a blue shirt appeared beside the man.

The latecomer unfolded a fan in his hand and sang it leisurely.

It seemed as if there was not a blood pool in front of me but a quiet and quiet bamboo forest secret realm.

"It is better to be loose than blocking, and it is useless to just seal it."

"It's better than nothing than nothing, and it's better than watching coldly."

The young man smiled and said, "I can't interfere. Once I interfere, I will push the whole world into a desperate situation, which is contrary to my original intention. In fact, even if I intervene, I can't change anything. People who are truly capable of changing are in the outside world, not you and me."

The young man in a cloak fell into silence.

He knew the tip of the iceberg, but the young man's attitude told him that there were more secrets hidden under the tip of the iceberg.

It’s a pity that the young man in green clothes is an old fox.

I haven't done much work, but I have practiced to the extreme the ability to practice Tai Chi.

At this time, he heard the young man's feelings and said, "You said - a dream that will never wake up, a dream that will never be exposed, and the person in the dream will never know that he is actually in the dream world. Is this dream equal to reality?"
Chapter completed!