In the stone room at night, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed, and a rugged rock was placed in front of him.

At this time, Ye Xuan was concentrating on the mind and put all his mind on the Heavenly Secret Stone. I don’t know where this stone came from, but looking at its appearance, it is mostly not a real Heavenly Secret Stone.

Even if it is a fragment, the aura contained in it is just like its name, including various artistic conceptions of the great way, and his mirror flower, water and moon are one of them.

In other words, no matter what the artistic conception of transformation of the gods you have realized, you can always gain some insights from the Heavenly Secret Stone.

When Ye Xuan was immersed in his understanding, there was a rustling sound of dressing in the quiet stone chamber. Yu Menghan broke free from the restriction and untied the rope that bound by himself.

"Hu, Hu..." Yu Menghan's nose was heavy, and a breeze burst into the stone room.

Her injury has recovered to 40%, and her strength is enough to kill Ye Xuan, but at this moment she is in a complicated mood. She hugged her knees with her arms, squatted aside, and stared at Ye Xuan coldly.

"Who?" Yu Menghan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a light curtain hit Ye Xuan's body, and he suddenly looked at the void beside him.

A circle of ripples spread out from the void. Ximen Yan's figure walked out from it. She looked at Yu Menghan with a smile and said in a voice: "Tsk tsk, I haven't seen each other for a few days. I finally figured it out. Everyone knows to protect their own men."

Yu Menghan's red face was burning red. She just did it subconsciously, and it would be futile to react and explain it again.

Ximen Yan came to Ye Xuan, made gestures with both hands, and the light in her hand flashed quickly, and a strand of blue hair rose and fell in front of her.

"What do you want to do?" Yu Meng looked around and asked coldly.

"Before your strength surpasses me, it's best to restrain yourself." Ximen Yan said calmly.

Yu Menghan snorted and stopped talking, while Ximen Yan flew his fingers and kept magic, as if he was connecting to the void.

"I'm out?" Ye Xuan shook his figure with the previous person, and a girl carrying a carapace appeared.

As soon as Tu Yue appeared, she glanced at Ye Xuan and saw that she was isolated and bared her teeth, she felt relieved.

"Send me back after the transaction soon. The clone of this scum has extraordinary bloodline. The magical smoke you gave me will not last long." Tu Yue took out a golden talisman and stretched out her hand at the same time.

Ximen Yan nodded, after collecting the golden talisman, she threw out another jade bottle and said lightly: "There is no essence and blood of the ants in the sky, but a bottle of golden dragon ants is enough for you to use."

Tu Yue's nose moved, her little face was delighted. As Ximen Yan's magic trick fell, Tu Yue crashed into the void and disappeared.

As early as the peak, Ximen Yan shrouded the four women with divine thoughts, and the two of them quietly reached a deal agreement without knowing it.

In the Vientiane Mirror, the clone of the silk slut was sleeping and Bai Zhu turned over and sat up in a daze.

"It seems... someone beat me." Bai Zhutu shook his ears and touched her head miserably. She subconsciously looked at the clone of the silk. She had long been used to being beaten by her master.

The next moment, Bai Zhu's little face turned pale, and she looked at her empty hands. When the master didn't use the golden talisman, she always kept it in raising her. This golden talisman was originally hers, but now the golden talisman is gone.

Not long after, this golden talisman known as the imperial talisman fell into the hands of a shameless old thief.

In an inconspicuous thatched hut in the mountain, the old man was fairy-like and tasty, and he was tasting tea in one hand and holding a golden talisman in the other.

"How?" Ximen Yan put away the demon blood pill and asked casually.

The leader of Tianwen smiled and said nothing. In his sleeves, dozens of refining materials appeared in the air. All the materials twisted and merged into each other in the blink of an eye.

After a while, golden threads appeared in the sky. As Tianwen's rudder fell, the golden thread climbed onto the golden talisman like a living creature.

"It's so damaged. With my sixth-grade weapon refining skills, it can only be a repair part, but it's enough."

The golden thread slowly crawled over the golden talisman and then merged into it. The golden talisman suddenly shone brightly, giving birth to a sucking force, and the hut was suddenly shaking.

"This..." Ximen Yan's pupils shrank, and even she felt the powerful suction and pulling power. If she did not use her cultivation to resist, she would probably be involved.

"It's okay." Tianwen's master savored the tea, his old eyes narrowed slightly, and waved his hand to the hut to silence again.

The clouds surging dozens of miles outside the hut, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rolled in, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy. Like an inverted funnel, all the spiritual energy poured into the hut.

The mountainous land of hundreds of miles is rolling. At this moment, among the nearly 100,000 disciples of the headquarter, no less than 500 people opened their eyes and looked up at the sky at the same time.

Even though the movements and stillness were deliberately suppressed, everything was silent, but they still could not escape their senses, because these five hundred people, without exception, were all in the realm of refining the virtual world.

"What happened? Could it be that an outsider broke in and looked for death?"

"It is impossible for foreign enemies to attack. Except for a few old ghosts in the forbidden area, no one in this world has the courage."

"Where the spiritual energy gathers, there seems to be the breath of Elder Ximen... You should quickly converge your spiritual consciousness." Hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses converge in the air, and they quickly transmit voices to each other. The four words "Elder Ximen" in the main stele have long been terrified.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of divine consciousnesses ran away. With their fourth level of cultivation, if they were the other five elders, they might not be so afraid, but just thinking about the green people all over the mountains, they couldn't help but feel numb.

They could sense Ximen Yan's breath, but they knew nothing about the old man in the house. The leader of Tianwen has always been mysterious. For hundreds of years, the dragon has seen its head but not its tail.

"Interesting, this talisman connects a small world, but unfortunately I can't get in." In the thatched hut, the lord of Tianwen shook his sleeves and the golden talisman flew towards Ximen Yan.

After the golden talisman fell into Ximen Yan's hand, its breath quickly converged and the force of sucking and pulling disappeared immediately.

"What's the solution?"

The leader of Tianwen took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Independent of the heavenly realm, forming a small world will inevitably form a barrier, just like a big net blocking it, but it can block a big fish, but it will leak small fish and shrimps."

"Do you think you are a big fish? There are more fish that are bigger than you." Ximen Yan's eyes were contemptuous, this shameless old guy.

Tianwen's rudder's eyes narrowed, his breath became more and more elusive. He sat there, regardless of table and chair in the room, as if he would leave with the wind at any time.

"At least in the next three heavenly realms, I am a big fish." Tianwen's leader said with a firm tone, and a sense of arrogance emanated from him, and he did not take other immortals seriously.

Ximen Yan snorted, and rarely did not refute, the next three heavens, Qinghuitian, Ziweitian and Xingweitian.

Among the lower three heavenly realms, there are people in the other two heavenly realms, but in the lower three heavenly realms, there may be a single battle with this old thief, but in the Xingweitian where they are, there is probably no immortal who dares to fight the old thief alone.

Ximen Yan was thinking about the golden talisman in her hand and asked with her eyes shining: "What should I do?"

Any small world is a treasure independent of the heavenly realm, and it is all opened by powerful people, and all its inheritance is in it.

(End of this chapter)

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