Yi Xuan recognized the person who came in. It was the Penglai leader.
Penglai Palm Master walked in and glanced at the two dead people on the ground. There was a little surprise in his eyes, but more of indifference.
He walked around the two bodies on the ground and stood in an empty space in the room before saying to Ping Shulan, "The child has been thrown away."
Ping Shulan lowered her head and slowly wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, then looked up at the palm master: "Throw it away?"
"If you throw it on the road, it will most likely be picked up by the leader of Qianji Sect. This person is kind and compassionate, and has picked up several children." Penglai said slowly, "But... there is a 50% chance that the bloodline of the Demon Lord will die young and will not live past 100 years old."
"There's still a 50% chance, which is not bad." Ping Shulan seemed to be discussing an irrelevant person. She threw her handkerchief on the ground and sat back in the armchair. "But the chief emissary may have his own plans. I have also learned a little bit about Penglai's deduction skills."
"We are just following the information left by our ancestors." Penglai Chief Emissary bowed his head slightly and said, "We are not yet capable of peeping into the gods."
Ping Shulan supported her chin with one hand and said lazily, "Just do as you said last time."
Penglai Chief finally looked at Ping Shulan and asked, "Are you sure?"
Ping Shulan turned around and adjusted her skirt: "The three realms were once one, but now the gates of the demon realm are closed, and there are only a bunch of young people left in the cultivation world. As the only remaining elder, isn't it my right to step forward?"
After a long time, the Penglai Chief Envoy bowed towards Ping Shulan. Even with that ordinary face, one could tell that he was extremely solemn. He sat down in front of her and entered a state of meditation. Then the space behind them suddenly became distorted, and twelve Penglai Holy Envoys in green robes suddenly appeared. They all dispersed with the Chief Envoy as the center and sat around Ping Shulan.
Ping Shulan, who was lying on her side in the recliner, did not seem surprised by this scene.
After the thirteen people entered into meditation, they began to chant something continuously, making hand gestures, and Yin-Yang plates appeared under their bodies at the same time, eventually converging into a large Yin-Yang plate, with Ping Shulan at the intersection of Yin and Yang.
"Demon Lord, this formation comes at the cost of your life. It's not too late to regret now." Penglai's palm operator's hand that was making the magic spell suddenly paused, raised his eyes and looked at Ping Shulan who was sitting on the chair.
"There's nothing to regret." Ping Shulan leaned back in the chair and said, "I want to see..."
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but was stopped by some force halfway through.
Ping Shulan slowed down, with a chill in her eyes: "What do they want to do?"
Finally, Palm Envoy Penglai started to operate the Yin Yang Disk. Ping Shulan, who was at the center, had devilish energy constantly emanating from her body, providing power for the Yin Yang Disk so that the Palm Envoy could deduce it by combining it with the Yin Yang formation.
—Penglai wants to peek at God!
…
Yi Xuan couldn't see what Penglai Palm Master saw, he only saw Ping Shulan quickly weakening on the chair. She opened her eyes slightly, as if she could see him through the void.
Yi Xuan's heart trembled and he stepped back subconsciously. Ping Shulan showed a faint smile on her face. She really saw him.
Ping Shulan's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she said silently to the void: "She looks good."
Yi Xuan: “…”
These few words successfully reminded him of a thousand-year-old goblin outside who was calling himself "Junior Brother".
Just when Yi Xuan was speechless, he didn't know what Penglai had seen, but the thirteen people sitting in the room all had blood flowing from their ears, eyes, noses and mouths.
Ping Shulan also closed her eyes and poured her last bit of strength into the Yin-Yang Plate.
She closed her eyes and never opened them again.
From Yi Xuan's perspective, all of Ping Shulan's consciousness, along with her body, turned into light spots, surrounding the thirteen people from Penglai, forcibly severing their connection with the formation.
The Penglai palm master suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face showed great sorrow and grief. He knelt down instead of sitting, with his hands on both sides of his head and his head resting heavily on the ground.
The other twelve Penglai Holy Envoys also knelt deeply on the ground along with the Chief Envoy.
They were kneeling not only for Ping Shulan, but also for Penglai who had stood for tens of thousands of years.
Because of the peeping spirit, Penglai lost his ability to deduce.
After a long while, Chief Envoy Penglai stood up and turned to the twelve Holy Envoys and said, "It's too late. We only have one chance to save it."
The twelve holy messengers bent forward silently.
Penglai Palm Envoy took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, wrote the three words "Ping Shulan" on it, then slowly folded out a paper man and placed it on the empty chair. The paper man instantly turned into the appearance of Ping Shulan.
Then the twelve Penglai Holy Envoys left first and disappeared just as they had come before.
Chief Envoy Penglai walked out of the room. As he walked out, the three people in the room were burned to death by a spiritual fire, which eventually spread to the entire courtyard.
When Yi Xuan floated out with the wind, he did not expect that the chief was still there. He turned his back to the courtyard gate and stopped there as if frozen.
It should be because Ping Shulan's consciousness still remained in Penglai's control, so Yi Xuan was able to follow out.
He subconsciously floated over there, wanting to see why Penglai Palm Envoy didn't leave.
However, Penglai's chief suddenly turned his head and looked into the void. Unlike Ping Shulan, he did not accurately capture Yi Xuan's gaze. Instead, his eyes were a little scattered in the void. It was obvious that he sensed his presence but could not see him.
“Go find the sealed pagoda spirit.” Chief Envoy Penglai only said this, and a bolt of lightning came down from the sky and struck him directly.
Yi Xuan: “…”
The person standing outside was not Penglai's leader, but a paper man. After being struck by lightning, he instantly turned into ashes.
Before Yi Xuan could look again, he suddenly felt a huge pulling force pulling him back.
Yi Xuan on the Demon Vein Mountain took a deep breath and finally woke up from his blood memory. There was still some confusion in his eyes. He looked into the distance and suddenly saw Ye Su. He immediately stumbled to his feet and walked forward.
Ye Su had been observing Yi Xuan. When he saw the demonic energy gradually dissipating and the thunderclouds running away, he knew that Yi Xuan had successfully advanced.
She turned her head to look at You Fushi, whose breathing had gradually stabilized, and reached out to cover the lower half of his face: "It's time to wake up, little brother."
You Fushi frowned and struggled, avoiding Ye Su's hand and burying his head directly in the crook of her neck, obviously wanting to continue sleeping.
"Your face is dirty." Ye Su whispered in his ear.
One, two…
Before You Fushi suddenly raised his head, Ye Suti dodged to the side to avoid him bumping into her.
After hearing what the unscrupulous senior sister said, a certain junior brother instantly came to his senses. He moved closer to Ye Su, stared into her eyes, and looked at his face through them.
"It's not dirty." You Fushi denied.
"Well, it's not dirty." The eldest sister said perfunctorily, and took him to stand up together. Then she took a few steps forward and supported Yi Xuan who was about to fall.
Only then did Ye Su see clearly that the red mole between Yi Xuan's eyebrows had turned into an orchid. The orchid blossomed between his eyebrows, looking bright and fiery. If it were in the past, it might have been brighter, but now that Yi Xuan had the Chongming Sword, there was a dull edge on it, making it less bright and more handsome.
You Fushi, who was behind, looked down at his hand that had just been held, and found that Ye Su was staring at Yi Xuan's face, and he immediately became unhappy.
After Yi Xuan was supported, he quickly told Ye Su what he had seen through his blood memory.
"Lu Jue and the Saint were killed by Ping Shulan?" Ye Su was surprised. She remembered that the original book said that the three of them died together, which was the same as the news circulating in the sect now.
However, in the original novel, Ning Qianyao and Lu Chenhan became a couple, but now one of them is dead and no one knows what happened to the other.
The original work cannot be fully trusted.
“Finally, Chief Envoy Penglai said that he found the sealed pagoda spirit.” Yi Xuan thought of the thunder, and was afraid that even if Chief Envoy Penglai deduced where it was, he could not say more.
Ye Su walked around on the spot. The Holy Envoy Penglai had told her about the tower spirit when she left the rotating tower. But firstly, no one had ever been to the ninth floor. Secondly, even the great men in the world of cultivation had never heard of the tower spirit. Where could she find it
"Since the tower spirit is sealed, it must be somewhere with some formation." Ye Su asked without any clue, "Apart from this clue, there is no other information?"
Yi Xuan shook his head: "No."
Ye Su glanced at his junior brother who was facing him sideways. Something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he continued to ask Yi Xuan: "You just said that when you came out and saw Peng Lai Palm Master, why did you stand with your back to him?"
"Half of the body is tilted..." Yi Xuan paused, then raised his voice slightly and said, "It's in the northeast direction."
To the northeast is the sealed tower spirit.
"Let's go back to the cultivation world first and go to the northeast to see if there are other secret realms." Ye Su said, "In addition to the small secret realm and the deserted city secret realm we entered for the first time, if there are other secret realms, perhaps the tower spirit is sealed in them."
Yi Xuan naturally agreed: "Then let's go back first."
Ye Su turned around and reached out to pull You Fushi: "Junior brother?"
A junior fellow student who was sulking by himself turned around and became even angrier when he saw Ye Su's hand. He cast a cleaning spell at him, which barely eased his mood a little.
Seeing this, Yi Xuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and then he suddenly covered his chest as if he was weak.
Ye Su reacted quickly and immediately reached out to support him.
"It may be because of the advancement." Yi Xuan said weakly.
You Fushi walked over quickly, pulled Ye Su away, and personally supported Yi Xuan. He also "kindly" stuffed a handful of purple top-grade spirit stones into his hand: "Just use it."
Yi Xuan: “…” I almost forgot that this is a rich and inhumane junior brother.
"Is this spirit stone related to God?" Yi Xuan asked, looking at the purple top-grade spirit stone in his hand.
"Not sure." Ye Su opened the Wanjingtong, "Let's go back to Qianjimen first."
The three of them placed their hands on the Wanjingtong scroll and instantly disappeared from the Demon Vein Mountain.
Thousand Machine Gate.
"Look." Ming Liusha sat in front of the gate of Qianji Sect and opened the communication jade plate in his hand. Inside was the image of Shuo Hui transmitted by various cultivators on the public frequency.
Suddenly, many secret realms opened up in the world of cultivation. The cultivators subconsciously wanted to go in, but they were sucked into mummies as soon as they got close. Purple formations rose up in the sky in the south, north and west, connecting together.
"People in these places say that they can feel their spiritual power disappearing." Xiyu said, then turned to look at the disciples in the trial field, "Where is Xia Er?"
"I went to Hehuan Sect with my master yesterday. There is a secret realm not far from the foot of Hehuan Sect." Ming Liusha said, "They went to Hehuan Sect to hide from the limelight. We haven't felt anything yet."
"Why don't you take me with you?" Xiyu looked in the mirror, "I also want to see what the Hehuan Sect is like."
"Leave the two of us to look after our junior brothers and sisters." Ming Liusha took out a piece of paper from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Xi Yudao.
"Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister!" A little junior sister came running over breathlessly, holding a piece of paper in her hand and shouting, "Yu Shoumen is missing!"