kiss Ann, sweet wife

Chapter 1953

"If this is really the case, then there is nothing I can do. Try again, if you don't get anything within a month, it's not too late to go."

Yu Tingsong handed over a elixir to restore soul power, she thanked her, and took it with her head raised.

The tomb was quiet again.

Those who stayed were all the best of all races, ten days of boredom was nothing, just meditating and practicing, the time passed in a flash.

Fortunately, this time, we didn't have to wait too long.

The next day, the soul power released by Duanmuyi touched a mysterious barrier, soft and powerful, like a cloud in the sky.

"Found it!" She stood up abruptly and looked behind her.

After looking at it for a while, she hesitated again: "Strange, it seems to be behind that."

"There is no way here, is there another way around?" Mo Yeyu knocked on the wall, it didn't sound very solid, it seemed to be hollow.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally decided, let's hit the wall.

Come here, don't leave empty-handed.

Without further ado, Mo Yeyu raised his hand and drew out his sword. The Flying Dragon's swordsmanship shone like gold, and it landed on the wall without hesitation.

Next, Di Kongxuan and Yue Rushuang tried each, but it didn't work either.

They are already the most powerful fighters here, and the rest of them don't need to try.

"I am even more convinced that what we are looking for is here." Duan Muyi pondered, "Mo Yeyu, what level is your flying dragon sword technique?"

"seven."

"Try it and understand the eighth floor."

Mo Yeyu's eyes widened, with a look of incredulity on his face: "Do you think it's as simple as eating a meal to comprehend a level of swordsmanship?"

Duanmuyi tilted his head, smiled innocently, and his eyes were sly: "You are a genius of the Mo tribe."

Mo Yeyu: "..."

He muttered a few words, and immediately sat down to comprehend.

Duanmu raised her hand and pressed it on the ground silently, the phantom of the bodhi tree flashed behind her, and the whole space was filled with a majestic aura of life, and those auras turned into clear water mist, wrapping Mo Yeyu in the air. Inside.

She waited patiently for two hours, and sure enough, Mo Yeyu stood up with her eyes closed.

The long sword in his hand was out of the sheath, and the flying dragon swordsmanship was gorgeous and dazzling. The new level of attack became more and more intense. The dazzling sword flowers fell on the wall, and finally turned into a point of the sword tip, striking somewhere on the wall forcefully.

Everyone stared at the wall closely, and after a while, cracks like spider webs appeared on the wall.

"It...really succeeded?" Mo Yeyu looked at her excitedly, "Your auxiliary power is so strong, it's too powerful."

Duanmuyi retracted the phantom shadow of the bodhi tree and smiled faintly.

The wall shattered before everyone's eyes, and finally a whisk inside the wall appeared.

Fuchen has been sealed in the wall for many years, but it is still spotless and full of precious light. One can tell that it is not ordinary.

The whisk flew up slowly, and a moment later, an illusory figure flew out of the whisk, turning into a man with long beards, with a lofty and indifferent expression and simple and calm eyes.

The man held the whisk in his hand and looked at the crowd: "Did you wake me up?"

Mo Yeyu handsomely put away the sword in his hand, and asked, "Could it be that senior is Ji Fan?"

"Ji Fan?" The man seemed to be recalling something long ago, and after a while he smiled softly, "No, I'm not. Ji Fan is my apprentice, and my name is Bai Taixuan."

It turned out that they had found...

(End of this chapter)