The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Looking around in the alchemy room, Yun Ying confirmed her guess.

Because the alchemy cauldron was still suspended high due to the shackles of the formation, and there were still many residues of spirit grass inside, which were scorched black and emitted an unspeakable smell.

Someone used to make alchemy here, but before they could make it, they suddenly disappeared. The flames that were not controlled by the fire control formula seemed to explode all of a sudden, scorching the spirit grass in the alchemy cauldron, and then dissipated by itself.

This incident may have happened a long, long time ago, but this place has not fallen into ashes, and the burnt herbs in the Dan Ding have also remained in a state of being burnt, without rotting or turning into ashes.

It was as if it had been fixed.

Geng Jiu left the alchemy room and asked Cui Zun, "When was the last time you saw this place through pollen?"

"About 200 years ago?" Cui Zun said confidently, "It's too far away, I can't remember."

"At that time, there were really no problems here?"

"No." Cui Zun was quite confident about this question, "If it weren't for the fact that it looks like a paradise here, and I have observed several exercises that can calm the sea of ​​consciousness, how could I have let you come here! "

For Cui Zun's painstaking efforts to find such a good place to avoid disasters and practice, Geng Jiu didn't give any thanks, but kept thinking: "Then what happened here in the past 1000 years? Why did they suddenly disappear?"

This is also the question Yunying wanted to ask, the people of the Qingling clan seemed to disappear overnight, without reason, without context, at that moment, all of them disappeared suddenly.

This scene feels weird when you think about it.

There are sparkling lights on the deserted lake, the Honglan Bridge spans the lake, and there are two characters written on the bridge, which are written by the Qingling clan. Neither Geng Jiu nor Cui Zun can recognize them, but Yun Ying can. , that is the meaning of "photographing".

"Zhaoying Bridge." Yun Ying was startled when she said these three words, and then suddenly remembered that she could recognize Qinglingwen because her mother taught her since she was a child and bequeathed her Qingling exercises and music scores.

But my mother has never been to the land of the Qingling clan, where did she know about the Qingling exercises and music scores?

Could it be that her father gave it to her?

But if it was given to her by her father, then why didn't her father and Cui Zun understand Qing Lingwen?

This question troubled her again, and at the same time, the confusion of not being able to hear what her father said also came.

Here again, here again!

She gritted her teeth and endured the fast-forward light and shadow in front of her eyes. When the light and shadow solidified into a definite picture again, Yun Ying took over her body again.

Every time they took over, it was for the sake of fighting, and this time was no exception.

There are 40 assassins in the Xuanming Temple who have been missing for a long time, and Yun Ying recognized Gao Yi in the last row at a glance.

At that time, his name was not Gao Yi, and the name engraved on his waist plate was Xin 84.

84. It is true that the ranking is relatively low.

To Yunying's surprise, Gao Yi's cultivation was only at the Transformation Realm, and among the many killers in the Xuanming Palace who surrounded his father, only three were at the Celestial Realm, and the rest were at the Transformation Realm.

Yun Ying was surprised, and then realized that maybe the rope restrained the killers of Xuanming Palace.

All living beings are equal on that rope, and the only way to die is to fall, but for the Xuanming Palace, low-level killers are more suitable as consumables than high-level killers, so this time it changed from usual and climbed out more low-level killers in the spirit transformation state. The super killer came to encircle and suppress his father.