twilight.

The light of the stars reflected the open fire.

The majestic mansion can be seen at a glance.

The monk wearing a robe and a cloak-like outer lining turned his palm, and the vise-like magic weapon in his hand bloomed with sharp light.

Driven by mana, it looks like a flashing scissors.

The blade of the scissors was nailed to the door of the mansion, allowing the hidden magic circle to appear.

There is a plaque just above the gate of the mansion.

above.

‘Gongsun Mansion’

The monk exclaimed: "What a good thing! It is indeed a formation-breaking tool of the Great Weapon Sect."

Using 'scissors' to tear open the opening, the monk stepped into it.

"Who are you? You dare to break into Gongsun Mansion!"

The foundation-building monk guarding the door was about to scold him, but was forced back by the ferocious gaze.

"Invite him in."

As the melodious voice came, the foundation-building monk suddenly felt the pressure around his body relax, as if the invisible hand holding him disappeared.

"please."

Enter the main hall.

The monk raised his head, and his face under the bamboo hat finally appeared.

There was a sarcastic smile on his face.

The charming woman on the high desk was holding a scroll of jade slips in her hand. She put the jade slips down as if she was reading something. With her graceful and graceful eyes, she looked at the monk who had walked to the door of the main hall but was not moving forward.

"I heard that the governor of Cuiqingshan Branch died, and he finally came to Tianji City."

"Did you kill him?"

"no."

The visitor shook his head and said, "Although I wish I could eat its flesh, I haven't had time to do it yet."

"So you made a big fuss at the Raoshan Branch and disrupted my plan?"

The visitor still shook his head and said: "I'm not making a fuss, I'm going to kill people."

Gongsun Wan chuckled and said, "What do you want?"

"eye for eye!"

"not necessarily."

"I must do this."

"It's a pity that I am definitely not the one who fell here today." Gongsun Wan thought that he could have a good talk with this person, but in the end he found that he was just playing the piano to a cow, so he said no more.

Wave gently.

The formation of Gongsun Mansion suddenly lit up.

The pressure of the formation turned into a mighty blue sky and fell on Wu Zhu's shoulders.

You can even hear subtle sounds coming from it.

…

Quiet interior.

It's no different than when he left.

Tu Shanjun withdrew his gaze and pointed the spirit officer's eye to check whether there was any formation left behind or a back-up plan left by others.

In such an important place, Gongsun Wan must have hidden his methods. If he is really found sneaking into the mansion, he must be careful not to touch it, so as not to arouse Gongsun Wan's suspicion.

"No?"

"Nothing at all?"

His eyes dimmed in surprise.

Mr. Tushan didn’t believe it.

Directly revealing his true form, the long scarlet hair like a waterfall is scattered, the wrapped bun is spread out, and two purple-black top horns grow.

"In the realm of ignorance, open my eyes of Dharma!"

Put your index finger on your forehead, and the lines at the top corners light up and converge.

After confirming again and again, he said: "Really not?"

The lack of formations and back-ups saved him trouble.

It should be that Gongsun Wan felt that no one could come to this secret room quietly, and he didn't want to set up formations and spells on his own initiative, so as not to have a bad impact on Xiong Ran, so he didn't stay here, but this was more convenient.

good.

Tie up the corners of his head to restrain his original appearance, Tu Shanjun walked to the wooden coffin.

Pushing open the heavy coffin lid, he looked at the monk inside the wooden coffin.

Once upon a time, this man was arrogant, cold and repulsive, but now he lay silently in the coffin.

It can only be said that fate plays a trick on people.

Tu Shanjun's eyes fell on the flowing ancient sword.

It is a real ancient treasure.

When he didn't drink human blood, his face became sallow and his muscles were thin. But when he suddenly received the blood of a genius, he showed his sharpness.

No wonder it could cut open Xiong Ran's body. No one would have thought that this sword was not the magic weapon it looked like, but a treasure that looked like an ancient magic weapon.

Tu Shanjun stretched out his hand to touch the spiritual sword, but his palm still fell. The relationship between the sword and the person was harmonious now. If he drew the sword rashly, it might not be a good thing.

Even though this spiritual sword belongs to Xu Sanniang, she can only find an opportunity to get it back later.

Tu Shanjun withdrew his palm.

The mana around his body was circulating, and his palms turned blue-white.

at the same time.

Black and red silk threads gathered into an iron rope.

The blue-white palm grasped the iron hook and moved closer to the forehead of the monk in the coffin.

"Then let me see the truth of that day first."

Just when he was about to touch the forehead of the monk in the coffin, he suddenly stopped.

It's not that Tushanjun stopped on his own.

Instead, one hand grasped Tushanjun's wrist.

A raised hand.

Tu Shanjun's maroon pupils instantly turned black, and the whites of his eyes turned blood red as if soaked in blood.

…

Feeling the vibration of the soul flag, Xu Sanniang opened her eyes in the spirit gathering array.

I saw a scarlet ghost eye opening on the main pole of the soul flag.

But the gaze was dull, as if the eyes were not opened here, but opened in another place, which surprised Xu Sanniang and made her worried at the same time.

"Brother Tushan?"

Tu Shanjun said he wanted to break into Gongsun's mansion and have a look.

Judging by the time, if nothing else happens, we should have arrived by now.

Now that the Zunhun Banner is moving, it must be an accident over there.

The result was not what Xu Sanniang expected.

Gongsun's Mansion.

Gongsun Wan controlled the large formation, surrounded by flying rings and fairy catkins, shrouded in true meaning and magical power to form a beautiful tent.

Wu Zhu, who was in the tent, had a solemn expression. The pagoda suspended above his palm was spinning. The spiritual aura belonging to the Great True Lord supported the protective aura and resisted the squeeze of the large array.

"Do you know what is written on that jade slip?"

"What?"

"Sen Luo's true meaning." Gongsun Wan smiled.

She stared at Wu Zhu's face, as if she wanted to see something interesting in it.
To be continued...