Ask the Mirror Chapter 117: Arrival
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This is a magnificent building that is difficult to describe in words. It is shaped like a palace, but it is hundreds of feet high and houses an area of nearly a hundred temples. It can be seen directly in the clouds. Anyone in it can see Like ants, it has gone beyond common sense.
The huge palace door is completely open, there is no light inside, and it seems to be able to swallow everything. The thick pillars, which can be hugged by dozens of people, are glowing with blood red luster. Because they are too high, it always makes people look up when they look up. It feels like it could fall down at any moment.
At the bottom of the corridor, Xie Yan's whole body was covered in shadow. There were countless thousands of steps below him. He was standing here, his body straight and unbent, like a spear or a sword, and he had a sharp look. There is no expression on the thin face
Contrary to what appeared on the outside, Xie Yan was not at peace in his heart. He unconsciously turned the ring on his hand. On it were the achievements of Bei Lai. The location of the secret palace hidden behind the void in the Northern Wasteland was recorded in the Xuan Cang Ring.
Although it is not the Underworld Secret Mansion, this item can already satisfy many people. The matter could be said to have come to an end. He suddenly thought that since he left Shanmen, he had not gone back for five years.
A bright light suddenly flashed overhead, followed by lightning crackling the sky and thunder roaring.
The natural weather in this secret palace is very different from the outside world. It can be said that the weather is changing. One moment it was clear and clear, and suddenly there were dark clouds and lightning and thunder. Thick golden lightning struck down and struck the top of the majestic palace, causing the huge building to shake slightly. Twisted electric fires ran down the pillars, and every spark that exploded was filled with energy. The power to make one’s scalp tingle.
“What a wonderful place!”
A man walked out from behind the open door of the palace. This man was of medium height, a head shorter than Xie Yan, but his face was handsome and elegant. He had a short beard under his chin, which was neatly groomed. Watching the rhythm of his steps, It made people feel that he had infinite vitality, he looked high-spirited, and his voice was clearer and louder. Even the thunder above could not overwhelm him.
He said loudly: "True Lord Donghua is worthy of being the first person in the past five calamities to create the world from his fist. It is so vast and majestic that it is unbelievable. Looking back at the heroes in this world, only the Sword Immortal without Calamity can compare with him. It is a pity. Now that I am stuck in the gentle country, I don’t know how much spirit I still have back then.”
The second half of the sentence is just a joke. Even if Lu Chen has kept a low profile in recent years, a few words leaked from the Donghua Palace can still lead to the rise and fall of countless sects in the Southern Kingdom. It has unparalleled influence, such as Lunjianxuan. The top valves also seem to be a little inferior.
Xie Yan hummed, showing little interest in what he said, but the identity of the person coming here made him pay attention to it.
This person's name is Yang Zhu, and he is the most dazzling one among the three generations of disciples of the Siming Sect. He is extremely talented and has both Confucianism and Xuanxuan. He has been practicing Taoism for about the same time as Xie Yan, but now he is a immortal, and he is also the number one in the entire spiritual world. Waiting characters. Both of them are arrogant and stubborn in temperament, but among their colleagues, Yang Zhu has more in common with him, at least they are both extremely dedicated in their practice.
"It's really strange. This kind of magical power that can open up the world with a fist is also the most rare and top-notch in the world of spiritual practice. Why didn't Lu Chen continue? Instead, he moved south after halfway through it?"
Xie Yan was silent and did not respond.
Yang Zhu did not feel dissatisfied and said: "Lu Chen's boxing spirit is unparalleled, and Junior Brother Xie also uses the Honghua Sword. Although the boxing and swords are different, the principles are the same, why don't you understand it? ”
Xie Yan finally spoke: "If you can't handle your own affairs, why should you care what others do?"
Yang Zhu was startled, then he put his hands on his hands and laughed: "You have swept me and Uncle Duanyang away!"
It seemed like a reminder, but he was laughing loudly, so why did he care about it? Then Yang Zhu said: "Junior brother is right, my own method has not been perfected yet, so what does it matter what others do? After I return, I will apply to the sect to practice the "Great Majestic Xuantian Zhengqi". I hope that in a hundred years, I hope there will be some success.”
The corners of Xie Yan's lips curled up. This Yang Zhu was really a crazy student. "Great Majesty Xuantian Zhengqi" is the Siming Sect's secret method of overcoming tribulations and the fundamental meaning of the scriptures. A hundred years of success means a hundred years. In a few years, he will be the master of robbery?
Xie Yan didn't care much about the deep meaning of his words. But when he talked about "Great Majesty Xuantian Zhengqi", he unconsciously thought of the affairs of his own sect. He was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk anymore. At this time, someone in the hall greeted:
"Come in, you will see another barrier here."
"Yes, Uncle Duanyang."
Yang Zhu and Xie Yan looked at each other and walked into the dark hall.
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A hundred miles high in the sky, the black sand storm is like a raging tide, one wave after another, seemingly endless. Above the black tide, the Clear Sky Gang Lei Boat rides the thunder light and flies through the sky.
Under Lu Qing's control, the top of the Ganglei Boat was completely transparent, and the azure color from the high altitude shone through, as well as the sunlight that had not been seen for many days. After staying underground in the Northern Wasteland for a long time, one's mood becomes much brighter unconsciously when one comes under the clear sky, but there are also things that don't look like that.
Zhao Zi said that he looked fine. He was wearing a black robe and a jade face. He was sitting comfortably in the flying boat. It was just that the "lion cat" at his feet was turning left and right, restless and very anxious.
At this time, they were on their way to Fengdu City. To be more precise, they were not far from Fengdu City.
Only six hours have passed since the negotiation at Black Moon Lake.
Zhao Ziyue crossed his arms over his chest and carefully looked at the "old friend" who forcibly brought him to the flying boat. At this time, Yu Ci had nothing to do and was playing with fire between his palms, his head lowered, looking very involved. Because of this, Zhao Ziyue could not find out what he was thinking.
How did it end up like this? Zhao Ziyue thought about it all the way.
At Black Moon Lake, he used Xie Yan's safety information as a bargaining chip. It could be seen that although Yu Ci had left the Lichen Sect inexplicably, he still had feelings for the elders of the sect. He thought this deal was necessary. It worked. Unexpectedly, Yu Ci's next order was to have his two Buxu-level combatants join forces and launch a wild attack, beating him and Manu until they were stunned. They were about to escape with their lives at a heavy price. , the guy suddenly stopped again, and then the real negotiation began.
Earlier, Zhao Ziyue was sure that he would have to fight for a few more words; later, he and Manu would risk their lives to escape, and their timing was unparalleled. At this point, he and Manu still have the power to resist, but the price will be something he is not willing to bear. Therefore, everyone still has to return to "peaceful exchanges", but at this time, the initiative has completely fallen to Yu Ci in hand.
According to his original plan, he would just tell the truth about the whereabouts of Xie Yan and other four monks, but that guy Yu Ci killed him in one bite. There is no definite evidence, so let’s forget about it!
He said angrily, "The evidence is in Fengdu City, brother, just fly there." A quarter of an hour later, they really flew.
Is this Yu Ci feeling anxious and angry, or is he extremely suspicious and cautious?
Zhao Ziyue finally felt that he had underestimated the very calm and realistic side of Yu Ci's mind.
Now, we really need to adjust our strategy.
At this time, Qingkong Ganglei Boat shook slightly and began to slow down. Fengdu City was right in front of us.
In fact, starting from four to five thousand miles away, the density of monks and shuttles traveling through this area, a hundred miles high, suddenly increased, and gradually it began to smell like a continuous flow in a residential area. Outside the Gang Lei Boat in the clear sky, thunder light surrounded it. Its appearance was relatively eye-catching, but Lu Qing seemed to know Yu Ci's thoughts and restrained the thunder light early. At this time, it was like a small black-topped boat sailing on the black tide. In front of the flying shuttles that fly by from time to time, they are inconspicuous.
Yu Ci put away the sparkling Taiyi Yandu Spark Talisman and looked up. I saw dozens of miles ahead, the movement of the black sand storm showed great changes. As for how it changed, it was too far away to see clearly.
He didn’t know, but Zhao Ziyue knew it, so he smiled and said:
"The Yuan Magnetic Formation is activated... The Mountain-moving Cloud Boat must have arrived. Let's go down the road and save the effort of breaking through the sandstorm."
"Moving mountains and clouds?"
When Yu Ci was surprised, a buzzing sound came into his ears. The sound sounded familiar. After thinking about it, he contacted "Moving Mountains, Clouds and Boats" and suddenly remembered: Isn't this the unique vibration when the shuttle formation is activated?
He had seen it before at the Yishan Yunzhou Pier outside the Sky Rift Valley.
He walked to the bow of the ship and looked up. In the blue void, he could not see the shadow of the legendary behemoth. However, the surrounding shuttles, sword-controllers, and Qi-controller monks all slowed down, and those near the place where the black sand storm changed in the distance stopped immediately.
"Look, the black storm is on."