Chapter 168

Su Hanjin took out his clothes from the jade bracelet and wrapped them. After wearing them, he began to look around.

The divine consciousness here is limited. She can see only 100 meters away. There are grass mud and algae all around. It looks very strange. Su Hanjin carefully walked forward a few steps, and then she saw something familiar.

Lost forest - boundary pillar.

This is maze forest? Is it real or illusory? If it is true, what powerful force can make her suddenly transfer from Tianxuan sword gate to the maze forest without notice.

There was blood gurgling out of the boundary pillar. The strong blood made Su Hanjin frown, and the dead gas in the boundary pillar made her uncomfortable. Here was the lost forest inside the forest. She was within the boundary. Su Hanjin was about to leave and go to the outer forest first. As a result, she found that the boundary was clearly in front of her and at her feet, but she couldn't cross it anyway.

"Be careful!" a familiar voice called. Su Hanjin looked back and saw Xuanqing and purple Lingyun leap over. After Xuanqing came over, he picked up Su Hanjin and retreated a few feet. Then he said, "don't get close to the soul monument in that town."

"Are you here too?" asked Su Hanjin.

"Well, I was talking to the headmaster at that time. Suddenly, I felt the flowers in front of me and the environment was blurred. When I saw it clearly, I would be here." Xuanqing clenched his fist and coughed a few times on his chin. Then he said, "when I got here, I saw purple Lingyun."

Purple Lingyun held Lingyun in her arms, frowned and said, "originally, Xiaoyun and I were not together. When I just came over, it appeared at my feet."

"Look for it. Maybe all the people trapped in the lost forest have come back." Xuanqing looked up and looked at the night sky overhead. The moon was big and round, showing dark red, just like the soul monument of the town. Blood seeped from the moon, making the spilled moonlight turn strange red.

Ten thousand years ago, on the night of the full moon, the Xiuzhen sect here disappeared without a trace. The Xiuzhen sect also had monks in the later stage of integration. Because the time was too long, he didn't know which day it was. The record only vaguely said that it was autumn, and now it was late autumn. Xuanqing has a bad feeling in his heart. However, at this moment, as an elder, he can't panic.

"Go along the boundary first. When I sent it, it was also near the boundary."

The three men moved forward along the boundary line. After taking a few steps, Su Hanjin looked back and took a look at the boundary monument stained with blood. She suddenly felt very nervous and her heart jumped up. At the same time, her brain lacked oxygen. It seemed that a pair of invisible hands tightened her neck.

"Martial uncle Xuanjin!"

"Xuanjin!"

Purple Lingyun pulled Su Hanjin, which made her relax. Her face turned white, and her lips lost their blood color. Seeing that both of them looked at her with concern, Su Hanjin's lips moved and said slowly, "it's all right, but I think the town soul monument looks very strange."

It was not only strange, but also terrible. Just that glance had made her sweat.

The three men walked a little further and saw another man. The man threw himself on the ground and didn't know whether he was dead or alive. When he got close, Xuanqing said, "it's alive." he turned the man over. Su Hanjin found that he was Wu Weibing.

"Hurt? It doesn't look like it." Purple Lingyun stepped on Wu Weibing with her toes. As a result, she saw that his lips moved, turned over and lay on his side.

"Sleep?" Purple Lingyun was stunned. She was about to wake people up, so she heard Xuanqing say, "wait."

In fact, friars rarely sleep extravagantly. They usually meditate, regulate their breath and conserve their energy. They sleep like a dead pig, even less. But the world is full of wonders. Xuanqing is older and more knowledgeable. He vaguely feels that this person's sleep is different from what everyone always thinks.

"This should be the art of dreaming, the art of cultivating in dreams." Xuanqing frowned: "Cultivating such a Taoist art must be in a very safe place. Under many prohibitions, there is a place called soul sound Valley in leyingmen. It is a forbidden area of leyingmen, a place for their monks to practice in seclusion, and a place for their great power to sit and fall. Leyingmen had a great power tens of thousands of years ago. Before entering the cloud sea world, it set up many barriers in soul sound valley , no one can break it. If this man is cultivating in the forbidden area, then the strength of this mysterious power...... "Xuanqing sighed heavily and felt all kinds of heavy.

……

Wu Weibing is still in a dream.

His dream technique was found in a sitting corpse in the soul sound valley. The inheritance made him very happy and couldn't wait to practice. He had defeated many powerful enemies, and he had been greatly improved in his dream. However, at this time, the enemy in his dream was su Hanjin. The konghou was a bow, and he was a hidden hunter in the jungle, but hidden in the leaves , facing the figure standing with the sword, he couldn't pull the bow and shoot the arrow.

Wu Wei Bing's forehead was already sweating, and the reaction in his dream also appeared in reality.

"Is he possessed?" Su Hanjin saw the struggling look and sweat on his face and turned to ask Xuanqing.

"I don't know much about the art of dreaming. I only know that this Taoist art has great power after it is completed. When fighting, it can make the opponent instantly enter the dream, which makes people defenseless. Maybe when I don't practice it, if my Taoist heart is unstable, I may also be swallowed by the dream, fall into the dream and never get out."

"Can't you wake him up?"

"No, he can only rely on himself." Xuanqing said. "At this time, he is in a dream. We can't control him. Let's go first."

This man was also very unlucky. When he was practicing this mysterious Taoist art, he was sent to the lost forest. Xuanqing shook his head. When he was about to move on, he saw Su Hanjin take out a black shuttle and drag the man onto the black shuttle after getting bigger.

"Let's go."

Seeing this, Xuanqing didn't say much and walked ahead silently. The ignorant are fearless. At this time, Su Hanjin and Zi Lingyun are still very calm. He doesn't want to say more to worry them. However, he knows that maybe they will completely disappear in the sea world like the Xiuzhen sect ten thousand years ago and turn into blood seeping from the boundary monument.

Such mysterious power does not belong to the sea world at all. They are unable to compete.

The three walked on for a while, and soon met people again. This time, it was not one, but a group of people.

Walking ahead is Kim Jong Il. Su Hanjin's eyelids jumped when she saw Jin Zhongliang.

Jin Zhongliang has broken through his body and entered the state of distraction! Now, she is only out of the seventh floor of the body, or it has risen a little after double cultivation with Jiang yunya. You know, she has been perfect in the sixth floor before, and can touch the edge of the seventh floor.

In the sea world, the most obvious dividing line of cultivation is the middle stage of getting out of the body. It is very difficult to upgrade in the later stage of getting out of the body. However, Jin Zhongliang, like a myth, broke records one after another. He is now less than 30 years old. The distraction period of less than 30 years old has never been a genius in the sea world.

And she, the desire for women classic is an out and out conspiracy. If she continues to practice, she can't imagine what terrible things will happen and whether it will be easier to be discovered by the devil of Xiaoyao sect. However, without practice, her progress is incomparably slow, even unimaginable slow. Even the double cultivation method is the same. Compared with Kim Jong Il's speed, it is very different.

That mental method is a trap set by Xiaoyao sect, which allows them to quickly upgrade by taking Yang Yuan and inhibit other cultivation methods. Maybe this is the way to make the final human medicine more pure? Besides, Su Hanjin can't think of any other reason.

Jin Zhongliang was surrounded by the flower string music of yueyinmen. She first glanced at Xuanqing and then saw Wu Weibing.

The flower string music willow eyebrows curled and wrinkled. She took a step forward. "Thank you for taking care of the evil disciples." Wu Weibing practiced in the soul sound valley. She knew that although she had never learned the art of dreaming, the music sound gate also had detailed records. Therefore, she knew clearly, so she thanked Xuanqing Road, and then wanted to bring Wu Weibing to her side.

Su Hanjin was unhappy. However, at this moment, she also knew how strange it was in the lost forest. If she wanted to get out alive, she had to rely on Jin Zhongliang's big killing weapon. Therefore, her finger moved, black shuttle carried Wu Weibing forward and stopped at the foot of Huaxian music.

At this time, Jin Zhongliang's eyes changed and jumped in front of her. Su Hanjin frowned first, then took a half step back. Although her face was expressionless, her heart was extremely shocked. She was careless!

She seldom refined magic weapons, and she made a few banana leaves carelessly. After that, she always flew with the sword. Therefore, she directly took out the black shuttle commonly used in the past to camel people. Looking at Jin Zhongliang's expression, she should be very impressed with the black shuttle. Although she often uses the black shuttle, she has not used it in front of Kim Jong Liang before, because the black shuttle is Mei Niang's magic weapon to become famous.

Jin Zhongliang stared at the black shuttle. A moment later, he looked up, looked at Su Hanjin and said, "Tianxuan sword gate, Xuanjin hall supervisor, do you know Qingmang mountain..." he paused and said, "demon repair Meiniang."

The black shuttle has been sacrificed and refined again. There is no magic gas on it. Although there are not many flying magic weapons like black shuttle in Qingmang mountain, it is not the only one. However, at this time, thinking of her sword technique, sword meaning, and even her name, Jin Zhongliang felt that he needed to make sure.

Jin Zhongliang saluted Su Hanjin and then asked, "what's the relationship between master Xuanjin and the sword repair of Su Hanjin in Qingmang mountain?"

Xuanqing snorted coldly, "do you want to ask Meiniang or what brocade? What can the people in the lower world of Qingmang mountain have to do with my disciple?"

Jin Zhongliang glanced at him and seriously replied, "Su Hanjin was reborn on Moxiu Meiniang. She is an old friend of mine." (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets at Qidian. Com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)