Waste wood knows everything

The cave was so quiet that the sound of a piece of clothing falling to the ground could be clearly heard.

The reason why he described it this way is because in Si Ran's panic, a belt that fell on his head just slipped to the ground, making a very clear snap.

"Okay," Xiao Yuanzhu was still asking for credit, "I finally sent you my whole body, how do you feel?"

Even if it was just a communication in the mind, Siran felt like gnashing his teeth in his mind: "Why don't you cut me in half and send it here?"

Little Yuanzhu turned pale with shock: "Why do you have to think about it so hard!?"

Siran Youyou: "Then why did you separate me from my beloved clothes?"

"So you have such a deep relationship with your clothes?" Little Yuanzhu said sincerely, "Because you are alive and your clothes are dead, it would be more convenient to teleport them separately. Inanimate things can take the shortcut. I will definitely pay attention next time."

"There will be no next time," Siran said in a particularly bleak tone, "I will soon become a dead thing."

Little Yuanzhu: "Huh?"

Siran is full of the meaning of being unloved: "After I die, I must remember to bury me with my clothes. This is my last wish."

Little Yuanzhu: "..."

The light in the cave was not bright, with a faint yellow color, Yun Mo sat on the stone bench, and Siran sat on his lap, the whole person was hugged in his arms, and the dropped robe was about to fall off. The ground is draped on the body, as if it will meet with the ground in the next second.

After Xie Rongqing broke in and then backed out, Si Ran's embarrassment reached its peak for a moment. In such a posture, he grabbed Yun Mo's robe, closed his eyes in despair, and buried his face powerlessly on Yun Mo's right shoulder, Trying to escape such a miserable reality.

And why do you have to close your eyes and bury your shoulders... This is probably the same mentality as an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

However, what should be faced must be faced after all.

It was only a few minutes, but Siran felt as if a century had passed. He didn't dare to move, for fear that the last robe on his body would also leave him, but if he didn't move, in such an intimate environment After contact, the temperature and breath of Yun Mo's body became more and more obvious.

The slight shuddering sensation brought about by the friction between the skin and the clothes and Yun Mo's warm breath made the tip of his heart feel as if a feather had been drawn across it, and his whole body shivered from head to toe.

But Yun Mo... was not as calm as he appeared.

The boy's soft hair rubbed against the side of his neck, and it felt a little itchy. At this moment, Yun Mo's senses all over his body were concentrated on his right shoulder. He could even feel the warmth on the boy's cheek. Layer by layer, his skin was pressed against his skin, which was obviously just meaningless contact through the robe, but it made his whole body stiff like a wooden stake.

Yun Mo's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice became a little hoarse: "First... put on your clothes first."

After all, he also closed his eyes, hugged Siran's waist, and when his fingers touched the skin at that spot, it felt like it was being scorched by fire, making his fingertips tremble.

He gently placed the person on the stone table in front of him, rolled up the clothes on the ground with spiritual power and stuffed them into Siran's hands, then turned his back.

This is probably the fastest time for Siran to put on clothes in his life.

Compared with the pullover T-shirt and jeans in the modern world, the robes in the cultivation world are obviously much more complicated, but he still wears them at the speed that he used to rush to get dressed and washed in one minute during class. When the coat was fastened and the belt began to gather the storage bag next to it, he said, "Okay."

Only then did Yun Mo turn around, and the two looked at each other, then quickly looked away, and a scorching heat slowly crept up from the back of the neck.

Fortunately, most people in the cultivation world have long hair. If he lifts his hair up now, his neck must be completely red.

Yun Mo picked up the ink sword, he looked extraordinarily calm, but maybe it was because of the light, the tip of the exposed ear was a little red.

He said in a steady voice, "then go out."

Both of them looked ahead quietly. Except for Siran who almost turned a corner, everything looked so harmonious and friendly, full of a happy atmosphere of hello, hello, hello, everyone... no wonder .

After they went out, they saw Xie Rongqing standing not far away with a complicated face, surrounded by four people, Liu Sirui asked curiously: "Didn't you go in and call Senior Brother Yun? Why did you come out? Senior Brother Yun?" Aren't you secretly masturbating the cat?"

"Cat?" Xie Rongqing looked extremely serious, "It's a cat demon."

Liu Sirui's eyes widened slightly: "Monster? Monster beast? Huh, there are still monster races in the cultivation world now!?"

This is a rare thing. One must know that the Yaozu didn't know to hide in that corner for a long time, and now there are still some mixed blood of the Yaozu left in the Dust Valley in the comprehension world.

Xie Rongqing was unpredictable: "What would you do if you saw a monster who was almost indistinguishable from the appearance of a human and looked very good?"

Liu Sirui asked: "Did he do anything to me?"

Xie Rongqing: "If so?"

Liu Sirui categorically said: "Caught it, send it to the Law Enforcement Hall to exchange for some rewards."

Xie Rongqing's face was as expected, and she patted him on the shoulder with relief: "That's right, as expected, there is no organization that betrayed our single sword cultivator."

Siran: "..."

Siran could hardly control the calm on the surface, grinding his back molars, and smiled at Xie Rongqing with a sinister smile: "Thank you, fellow daoist, I haven't seen you for a few days, it seems that you are doing well in this secret realm, how are you, How is the treasure draw?"

Xie Rongqing's heart ached from being pierced, and her eyes flew to Siran, just about to see who was so bold to poke someone's wound like this, but when she saw a familiar face, she was stunned: "Siran? You also came to this secret realm ?”

Just now, the lights in the cave were dim, and the scene was too exciting. Xie Rongqing just glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again. Now Si Ran suddenly appeared beside Yun Mo. Combined with what he saw before...

He hissed, took a breath, and looked back and forth between Yun Mo and Siran in surprise.

"So that's how it is, that's how it is," Xie Rongqing nodded solemnly at Yun Mo and Siran, with an expression of opening the door to a new world, and at the same time, with a sense of mission of carrying a major secret, "By guaranteeing my personality, this matter I will never say anything about it!"

Siran: "..."

You guarantee a yarn?

Siran tried to stop his imagination: "You misunderstood—"

Xie Rongqing said in a deep voice, "I understand."

Siran continued to work hard: "You don't understand—"

Xie Rongqing: "I understand."

Si Ran gradually became irritable: "You don't understand—"

Xie Rongqing: "..."

Xie Rongqing sighed helplessly, her face full of tolerance for what else I could do: "Okay, I misunderstood, I don't understand, I don't understand, okay, don't worry about this, I won't Speak out."

Siran: "..."

There is no way to explain this clearly!

"Okay," Yun Mo on the side interrupted the meaningless conversation, looking straight into the distance, his brows furrowed slightly, "What happened over there?"

Although the previous scene was embarrassing, no one had forgotten that the reason Xie Rongqing broke in was because of some accident outside.

But at this moment, not far from the cave where they lived temporarily, at a distance of no more than one kilometer, a dark purple beam of light sprang out strangely. This beam of light was not very eye-catching, and could even be called somewhat hidden. If it is not too close here, otherwise, it is extremely difficult to find its existence.

Xie Rongqing pointed to the tree on one side: "A casual cultivator ran over just now and suffered a serious injury. He is healing under the tree."

Siran froze for a moment, looked under the tree, and only after Xie Rongqing reminded him did he notice that there was actually someone over there.

In the shadow under the tree, a figure that appears and disappears is sitting cross-legged with his back against the big tree. He can't see clearly all over his body. His face is a little pale due to excessive blood loss. The token of the secret realm appeared in front of him, emitting With a faint light.

Xie Rongqing said: "He said he was good at hiding, and he had been hiding in a jungle before, just now, a strange green-haired monk sneaked into that jungle, and took out a very strange smelling The spiritual weapon, all the plants in the jungle withered in an instant, and a circle of purple beams of light rose around him, he felt something was wrong, and wanted to leave secretly, but was discovered, and almost escaped with his life."

Si Ran squinted his eyes, and felt that this person looked very familiar, and combined with the lingering shadow of this person, he instantly remembered——

Isn't this the secret realm shit-stirring stick who single-handedly robbed monsters and dragged several great sects into the muddy waters of the battle... Cough, the master of contribution to the activation of energy in the secret realm.

Siran and Xiao Yuanzhu had a pretty good sense of this person, after all, when they calculated the spirit beast points according to the last blow, they were rushing towards the idea of ​​someone snatching the monster and triggering a war between the monks.

In the end, this person was the only one who really worked hard in the monster-hunting business. It was probably because of his good ability to hide his body. After all, the other monster-hunters were all kicked out of the secret realm.

This person seems to be called...Wu Ying?

Wu Ying was seriously injured. A deep knife cut from his shoulder almost split his whole body in half. The blood soaked the soil under his body. Even so, he still got a point. The mind was on the token of the secret realm, and the various lights flashed when the treasure was drawn, and the familiar white and blue lights appeared in front of him.

Siran was overwhelmed by this man's spirit: "He's already like this, and he still remembers to draw treasures?"

Xie Rongqing shrugged: "He said that his injury is too serious, he might be kicked out of the secret realm at some point, and he has accumulated a lot of points that have not yet been drawn. If this is not exhausted, he will not be able to rest in peace if he dies."

Siran: "..."

At this moment, Xiao Yuanzhu's shrill scream suddenly sounded in Siran's mind: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

This scream was different from any of Xiao Yuanzhu's previous screams, it wasn't anger or panic, but genuine fear, and there was even a bit of crying mixed in, which sounded particularly heart-wrenching.

Surprised: "What's wrong?"

As if the avatar had a bad call signal, the screams became intermittent, and even fell into complete silence for a long time, and Si Ran's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Fortunately, the silence was soon broken, and Xiao Yuanzhu cried at the top of her voice, "Scared, scared me to death——almost... woo woo, what to do... I don't seem to be able to snatch it—— "

Siran breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "Don't cry, speak slowly, what's the matter?"

Outside, that Wu Ying who had to draw all the cards before he died finally drained all the points, perhaps because of the presence of the planner, he even got a purple high-grade treasure, which happened to be a bottle of high-end After swallowing one of the healing pills, the injury finally eased a bit.

Out of the corner of Yun Mo's eyes, he noticed Si Ran's sudden change of expression. He paused, and was about to ask, but Xie Rongqing said: "Of course, there must be more than this. You go to the cave."

"The Sanxiu said that the magic weapon that the green-haired man took out was obviously stained with a trace of demonic energy. Later, Qin Zhong sneaked up to investigate and felt that something was wrong," Qin Zhong was the blue-clothed sword. Xiu, who is good at perception, Xie Rongqing sighed, and said, "The entrances to Lingxian Realm are all within the major sects, and they will be strictly inspected when entering and exiting. What does it mean if there are demon cultivators in Lingxian territory?"

Demon cultivators are also human cultivators, but their relationship with ordinary cultivators is worse than the relationship between humans and monster races. Demon cultivators also use spiritual energy, but they will pollute the spiritual energy into demonic energy for their use. Demon cultivators are like a source of pollution, everywhere they go is full of blood and desolation.

Moxiu was supposed to be isolated in the extreme north by Beiminghai, but now he appeared in a secret place controlled by various sects, such as Listening Immortal Realm, which is really unusual.

Yun Mo's eyes sank slightly, he thought for a moment, and then said, "Go and have a look."

Everyone had no objection, it was not far from the dark purple beam of light, and they did not fly with their swords, but focused on safety and concealment, and a group of six walked towards the beam of light on foot.

Si Ran followed behind Yun Mo, his brows were still tied like a knot, and Xiao Yuanzhu's crying voice sounded in his mind: "That green-haired monk, he, he and the only immortal sect among the ancient immortals... Related, he brought a ripe fairy artifact spirit over here, that artifact spirit... it wants to compete with me for listening to the fairyland!"

Si Ran was not concentrating on walking, and almost tripped over a tree trunk blocking the way, but Yun Mo quickly helped him up, and after that, Yun Mo simply kept holding onto Siran's wrist, and the people behind him were shocked. I was stunned for a moment.

Xie Rongqing's face was full of understanding, and at the same time, there was also a trace of frustration that I kindly kept it secret for you, but you actually wanted to make it public.

As for Liu Sirui, Qin Zhong and others, they looked like the sun was coming out from the west... terrified.

Yun Mo's aura of not being close to strangers is well-known in the entire Jianzong. How many younger brothers and sisters who secretly promised were heartbroken by him, and now they still lead people to walk?

Si Ran didn't put a single heart on walking, and let Yun Mo lead him very docilely, his mind was full of little round beads: "Snatching the fairyland? How to grab it? Aren't you the spirit of listening to the fairyland?"

"The weapon spirit brought by the green-haired monk was the most hateful exile weapon spirit in the fairy world. Someone specially used the fairy weapon polluted by the wild land to cultivate the weapon spirit. Very strong," Xiao Yuanzhu's voice sounded particularly sad, "This kind of artifact spirit's own artifacts will soon be polluted and damaged, and those people will use them to snatch other artifacts... If the master is still there..."

Siran took a deep breath: "Then how are you doing now?"

"I...I can still hold on," Xiao Yuanzhu screamed again, with a weak voice, "I will never let Lingxianjing be snatched away by it! This is the master's fairy artifact! I will always Waiting for the master to come back!"

Siran calmly asked: "Can you beat it?"

Little Yuanzhu pursed her mouth: "I'm trying my best..."

Siran pressed the center of his eyebrows: "Tell the truth!"

Little Yuanzhu: "...can't beat it."

Siran was silent for a moment, he was communicating with Baoshu, trying to find a solution to the problem.

Little Yuanzhu suddenly said: "I, I have a way, I won't let it take away the fairyland, although I am not very powerful, I can't beat it, but I can still die with that weapon spirit! Si Ran, When the time comes, I will hand over the control of Lingxianjing to you, you... please make sure to maintain Lingxianjing... Wait for my master to come back—”

"Stop, don't cry," Siran sighed, "It's not the most critical time yet, don't rush to ask for help, and I don't have the leisure to plan this kind of game every ten years. Come on yourself, the genuine weapon spirit, you know?"

They finally reached the dark purple beam of light.

Contrary to imagination, there is no tumbling of spiritual power here, and it looks extraordinarily calm, so calm that if they hadn't rushed here specially for the unobvious beam of light, they would never have thought of staying here, let alone To find out what is hidden in it.

This is a jungle, but all the plants have withered, revealing an open space, a diamond-shaped column about the height of a person stands upright on the open space, and a square stone column stands in each of the four directions around it. They are connected by dark purple rays of light, enclosing the diamond-shaped pillars in the middle.

In the open space, there was still a man standing, with his green hair conspicuous, he was clearly the Nascent Soul cultivator who had secretly attempted to attack Yun Mo and the others!

"You guys are haunted," the green-haired monk caught a glimpse of the people coming, but he didn't hide. He didn't seem to care much. Instead, he gently stroked the diamond-shaped pillar beside him and murmured, "Forget it!" Alright, although this place is not in the middle of the secret realm, it’s almost there, time can’t wait, it’s better to get it as soon as possible.”

Siran used almost [-]% of his spiritual power in exchange for the message of the dark purple beam of light in front of him.

Treasure book: [This is a special enchantment from ancient times, which was passed down from the fairy world. This enchantment does not require high cultivation for the caster, but it needs to be assisted by engraving talismans in advance, and the cost is relatively high.This enchantment is different from the usual enchantment, it is mainly based on absorbing damage, unless the amount of absorbed damage exceeds its tolerance value, it will continue forever. 】

The advantage of this kind of barrier is that unless the attacker's strength exceeds the level of the barrier too much, the amount of damage it can withstand will be given to it after a few hits, otherwise, it will take a very long time to attack to break it.

Of course, it also has a lot of shortcomings, because it is mainly used to absorb damage, if a low-level cultivator diligently builds this barrier for several years, it is not impossible to break it.

Siran realized instantly that this green hair was delaying time.

His ultimate goal was to use that spirit to seize control of the Immortal Realm, but it would take time. In order not to be disturbed by anyone, he set up such an enchantment to ensure the smooth progress of the seizure process.

This also means... the seizing process can be interrupted due to external interference!

Si Ran's gaze fell on the rhombus-shaped pillar, and he asked Baoshu: [Is this something that carries the spirit of the weapon? 】

Baoshu was very helpless: [Twenty percent of spiritual power. 】

Siran: "Take it yourself."

The last [-]% of the spiritual power in the body was emptied, and Si Ran casually stuffed a pill that restores spiritual power into his mouth, but it was still inevitable that his whole body was full of weakness.

Yun Mo seemed to be observing Siran all the time, and when he saw this, he immediately pressed his shoulder to make him stand on his own, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Siran shook his head without explaining too much, and when the aura recovered a little, he stood up straight.

Treasure book: [This rhombus-shaped column is a spiritual carrier made of special materials, which can carry spiritual things. It is not hard in itself, and it can be broken by ordinary golden core stage attacks. 】

Perhaps because of his extra confidence in his purple enchantment, the green-haired cultivator raised his eyes, looked at the group of sword cultivators standing outside, lingered on Yun Mo for a moment, and sneered: "Sword cultivator, you're still good!" Not bad, the combat power is good, I suppressed the cultivation level to Yuanying, and I was blocked by you."

The ink sword at Yun Mo's waist let out a long cry, and he calmly asked, "Who are you?"

"Hmph, this has nothing to do with you guys," the green-haired monk twitched his lips and paused for a while, as if the villain's talkative cosmic consciousness came online, he still couldn't help but said, "However, you are lucky to arrive, and I found a cave, which is the center of the secret realm, you know, I was planning to start there, but... tsk, forget it, it’s okay here, it’s just a little more work.”

Little Yuanzhu's angry voice also sounded: "The center of the secret realm is the closest to the Hall of Listening Immortals, and it is also the place where the core of the secret realm is most accessible. He has been planning to snatch the fairyland from the very beginning!"

Siran comforted: "Okay, don't get angry, just concentrate on fighting that weapon spirit first, and when the carrier carrying that weapon spirit is broken, let you press them on the ground and rub them."

Little Yuanzhu felt wronged: "But, but this barrier can't be broken at all. I've seen this before. It takes a lot of people to fight for a long time, but it can't be broken."

Siran said: "Kids, don't think so much, focus on fighting first, don't be beaten and cry."

Little Yuanzhu retorted: "I won't cry!"

This dark purple barrier of beams of light is indeed exceptionally long-lasting. Before the green-haired monk finished speaking, Liu Sirui, who was beside him, was too lazy to listen to him bawling for so long, so he drew his long sword and rushed over, stabbing straight at the barrier!

There was no sound, no stirring of spiritual power, not even a single fluctuation. This sword seemed to be slashing on a huge jelly. On the enchantment, he fell back to the original place with strength, frowned and said: "What a weird enchantment!"

The green-haired monk laughed sarcastically: "Don't waste your efforts, just a few of you, you may not be able to break through for a year, why not enjoy the last trip to the secret realm."

Xie Rongqing also unsheathed his long sword and swung a sword energy, but it failed to touch the barrier. He asked, "Suppressing cultivation? What's your plan for sneaking into the fairyland?"

The green-haired monk glanced at him: "This has nothing to do with you, I advise you to leave quickly, don't stay here—"

At this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted his words.

"You want to seize the control of Lingxian Realm," Siran said calmly, "Did you want to do it yourself, or did someone instruct you to do it?"

In an instant, all eyes were on Siran.

The green-haired monk was startled, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his calm expression: "Who are you? How did you know about this?"

Siran stared into his eyes: "Did you cultivate that weapon spirit yourself?"

The green-haired monk was really in shock, he never thought that anyone would know about it, after a moment of panic, he asked sharply with an ugly expression: "Who the hell are you!? "

However, Siran saw a trace of abnormality from his expression, and immediately asked: "Is there someone behind you? What is his relationship with this listening fairyland? Why did you find it here?"

This is what Xiao Yuanzhu has always wanted to know.

According to Xiao Yuanzhu, after his master left the Immortal Realm in pursuit of infinite possibilities, this Immortal Listening Realm was left behind in the Realm of Comprehension, and it has been tens of thousands of years.

With the passage of time, the Immortal Listening Realm is no longer as powerful as it was before, and many laws have been destroyed in the process of leaving behind. Why would someone come here to snatch it?

The green-haired monk stared at Siran for a long time with a gloomy face, but he didn't see much abnormality from this ordinary foundation-building monk.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression twisted slightly: "I don't know where you know these things, but in this world, it's not a good thing to know too much, besides... even if you know, can you change anything?" ?”

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Siran turned his gaze: "The thing next to you contains the spirit of the weapon, right? If it breaks, what do you think... what will happen?"

The green-haired monk was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Hahahahahahaha——"

As if he had finally managed to win back a victory, he said happily, "I thought you knew a lot, yes, that's right, there is a weapon spirit here, but can you come in? Do you know what kind of barrier is outside here?" ? You wouldn’t naively think that you can break through it with just a few of you, right?”

Siran looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly realized: "I see, you sneaked in halfway, right? So you didn't even see the rules of the secret realm at the beginning?"

The green-haired monk was stunned: "What rules?"

Siran answered his last question: "It's true that a few of us can't break through, but... what about the people in the entire secret realm? Let me think about it, there are almost thousands of people, is this enough?"

"What?" The green-haired monk paused, but then sneered, "How is it possible, who can order the people in the entire secret realm—"

"Little Yuanzhu," Siran calmly communicated with Xiao Yuanzhu, "announcing a notification for the whole secret realm."

"Just say, a new limited-time event has opened. The specific location is in the center of the central area. You can mark a striking mark on this beam of light. It must be the kind that can be seen by everyone who is close to the central area."

"The time-limited event is called the Battle of the Secret Realm. The specific form is to attack a specific 'secret realm enchantment'. All monks in the secret realm can participate. The rewards are calculated according to the ranking of the damage. No matter how much damage is done, you can get a lot of reward points. There are also special rewards for one hundred monks. The top one in terms of damage can get a top-quality treasure of their choice, and the power with the highest damage rate will increase the chance of extracting treasures from all forces by one day. "

Siran smiled lightly: "That's all, let's report."

The author has something to say: Siran: How do you think the bosses with hundreds of millions of blood in the game died?mad?