Chapter 648： (2/2)

Her gaze flickered slightly, and it seemed that the Seventy-two Spirit Island in the Fengmo Tianyu was indeed the same as the ones that had been explored. They were all named after the outer continent, all because of the Valkyrie steles located in the continent. After all, the Martial God stele can communicate between the sealed-devil universe and the mainland. Each spirit island grasps a fragment of the Martial God stele and connects it to the mainland. Those spirit islands are simply named after the continent.

Even Shengwu Island is directly named after Shengwu because the Shengwu Temple holds the Shengwu Monument located on the Shengwu Continent.

Probably it was because she watched it longer, which aroused the vigilance of those cultivators.

Although everyone is a human cultivator, the relationship should be more harmonious than the group of ghost cultivators and demons. But in the tomb of the immortals, each other is a competitor, and they are all inherited from the immortal. Where is there any kind of face? What you grab is your own, you can't grab it directly by killing and snatching it.

These people were also attracted by the sound of water. They didn't expect that some cultivators had come here in advance. Looking at this group of cultivators, there are all three races, so they can't help but guess. Is this combination really weird?

They were vigilant for a while, seeing that the other party didn't intend to take action before they looked at the barren mountain.

The teacher stared at those people without knowing what she was thinking, how she didn't know what she was thinking.

He transmitted: [It seems that there are fragments of the Valkyrie Stele in Hunyuan Continent—it should be called Hunyuan Stele, but this Hunyuan Stele is in the hands of the powers who have the Yuan Saint Realm ancestors, and will not let others easily. The cultivators of the forces blended. Moreover, the forces in charge of the Hunyuan Stele in the Fengdemon Tianyu are similar to the situation in the Holy Martial Hall, so these cultivators on Hunyuan Island certainly have no one we know. 】

Although Hunyuan Island was related to the Hunyuan Continent, it was directly torn apart like the Saint Martial Hall and the Saint Martial Continent.

Wen Qiao asked in surprise: [Could it be that the Seven Soul Sect can't send people in? 】

[This depends on whether the Seven Soul Sect is not interested in the sense of the sealed demon universe. As long as it is not related to the survival of the mainland, the Seven Soul Sect does not care. 】

Wen Qiao thought of the actions of the Seven Soul Sect that he had heard about in Hunyuan Continent, and felt that he was right.

After the two of them finished speaking, they found that the group of people who had arrived had already chosen to go up the mountain.

Originally, someone directly ignored the stairs and flew up with the sword. They didn't know that they had just flew to the foot of the mountain, they planted directly from the flying sword, and rolled down to the bottom of the mountain, smashing their heads and bleeding.

Seeing the blood on that person's face, everyone present was silent for a moment, choosing to walk the stairs obediently.

Surrounded by a stretch of plains, a barren mountain appeared in vain in the plain. It was strange to look at it. After all, this was the tomb of the immortals. They didn't think that the obsession of the immortals who had fallen a long time ago would make a special place for themselves.

However, abnormal things are often accompanied by chance, which also makes everyone want to go up and investigate.

Wen Qiao and the others stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the group of people climbing up the stairs.

This group of people went farther and farther, and gradually reached the top of the mountain and disappeared in it.

Wen Qiao turned his head to the group of younger brothers and said: "I'm up, you guys do it yourself."

She also didn't tell me to run away in danger. The situation in the tomb of the immortal is complicated. Once encountered, it is not possible to escape if you want to.

Although this barren mountain looks nothing unusual now, what Anzhi can see with the naked eye is normal?

Wen Qiao lifted her foot up the stairs.

When she walked the tenth level, she couldn't help but look back and look behind her, and found that the group of younger brothers also followed her footsteps, stepped up the stairs, and climbed up.

Wen Qiao turned his head, stepped on the stone steps, and climbed up step by step.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if everyone was climbing the stairs with a pious heart, without a trace of uproar.

Wen Qiao couldn't help but frowned, and turned her head again, and found that the group of people behind him were still there, and could even see all kinds of thoughts on their faces, and the teacher was lifeless, looking around curiously, meeting her When he looked over, he grinned broadly at her.

She stopped and lowered her eyes, as if thinking quietly, and it took a while before she continued to step up.

This barren mountain is not high, climb up step by step, and it only takes half a quarter of an hour to reach the top of the mountain.

When Wen Qiao came to the top of the mountain, a mountain breeze blew by and lifted the hem of her skirt.

She looked behind her, and she was not surprised to find that there was no one behind her. There was only herself in the world, as if she was the only one who could come to the top of the mountain, giving her the illusion that she was special and had already been recognized by the owner of the mountain.

She turned to look towards the top of the mountain.

In front of the house is a row of wooden houses, with a touch of exquisite elegance. A flowering peach tree is planted in front of the house. There are stone tables and chairs under the tree. There is also a chessboard on the table with playing games. The black and white chess pieces seemed to have just been played when the master suddenly left.

As she stared at the chessboard, a squeaking voice sounded, followed by a gentle and soft voice.

"Aha."

Wen Qiao suddenly raised her head, and saw a handsome, graceful, and incomparable man opening the door from inside and smiling at her.

He stood there, with a pair of clean eyes staring at her quietly, a gust of wind blew, and pink peach blossoms fell down and passed over his face.

Wen Qiao didn't move, just staring at the people who appeared.

The man slowly walked out of the door, walked to the stone table under the peach tree, and smiled at her: "Ah, since I'm here, won't you accompany me for a cup of tea?"

As he said, he put his sleeve away and put away the chessboard on the table, took out the tea set, and brewed the tea Shi Shiran.

The breeze, the peach tree, and the man making tea under the tree form a leisurely picture.

Wen Qiao was in a daze, walking over involuntarily and sitting in front of him.

She raised her eyes and looked at him carefully, and suddenly found that the clothes on this man were different. It was not the kind that Ning Yuzhou usually wears, but a kind of imperial garment that is not woven from the world, and the hair is woven with stars. Bundled up, the whole person looks so different, with more majesty that people can't directly look at.

He knew in his heart that he was not really Ning Yuzhou, but he couldn't find any sense of illusion, as if he was Ning Yuzhou himself.

Wen Qiao didn't understand the situation on the top of the mountain, so he decided to wait and see the changes.

The fragrance of tea floats on the top of the mountain.

Wen Qiao looked at the tea. It was not the taste she was familiar with. At least she had never seen Ning Yuzhou brew this kind of tea for her to drink. But the fragrance of tea was very attractive, and she found that her aura was faintly out of control.

The man on the opposite side said with a smile: "You shouldn't drink this tea before? It's Xianchun watered by Xianlu. Like Xianlingmi, it's a rare treasure, and even mortals can eat it."

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise.

The man smiled slightly and pushed the tea cup over.

Wen Qiao hesitated, held it up, put it under his nose and smelled it, but didn't touch it after all.

When the man saw this, he just sighed slightly, but didn't say anything because of her cautious attitude. He smiled and said, "Would you like to sit in the house?"

"Are there any guests?" Wen Qiao asked very bluntly. With so many people here just now, there must be many people on the top of the mountain.

The man looked at her with a smile, "There are no other guests here, only you."

Wen Qiao’s eyes flickered, and she vaguely felt his reminder. She didn’t feel the maliciousness of this thing, but she didn’t understand why she wanted to be like Ning Yuzhou. Could it be because she missed her husband too much and was Something noticed that, specifically turning into his appearance to let her relax her vigilance?

Although somewhat puzzled, Wen Qiao didn't do anything rashly.

At this moment, she was very awake, soberly aware that the man in front of him who couldn't see the true or false was not Ning Yuzhou.

Because he didn't feel malice, he wouldn't make a move.

The man stood up, looked at her with a smile, and invited her in.