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The day of returning to Ghost Valley came sooner than Wei Lin expected.

In less than a month, Xing Siming has successfully occupied Guigu.

"Master Wei, how does it feel to go home?"

Xing Siming, who was standing beside Wei Lin, looked sideways and joked.

Looking at the valley in front of him so familiar that he could walk across it with his eyes closed, Wei Lin said calmly, "I don't feel anything."

He looked at the valley full of nameless flowers in front of him, and the cool spring breeze rolled up the fragrance of the ground.Looking up at the bamboo huts not far away, I always feel that someone will come out with a smile to welcome his return.

"What is Master Wei looking for?"

Xing Siming saw that he was in a trance, and asked a question uneasy and kind.

Of course he knew what Wei Lin was looking for. On the day he got Guigu into his pocket, he sealed and locked up everyone in the valley, including Wei Lin's guardians.

It is said that after the victory of the king and the defeat of the bandits, and the defeat of the ghosts and valleys, it should be eradicated for the future.The fact that Ghost Valley was not slaughtered was not because he was merciful, but because he was afraid that Wei Lin, who controlled the method to open the ruins of the Great Desolation, would fight him to the death.

Wei Lin protects his weaknesses, and before the flood ruins are opened, no one in Guigu can move.

"If Master Wei finds your subordinates, there is no need to worry. They are safe, and they will not have any worries about their lives before they open the ruins of the Great Desolation."

Xing Siming almost put the threat on the bright side.

Wei Lin saw that he didn't speak, and looked away for a while and said indifferently: "Then Sect Master Lao Xing will worry about my subordinates."

As he spoke, he went straight past Xing Siming and walked towards the valley.

"Stop! Who gave you permission to go?"

The Taiheng sect inner disciple behind Xing Siming stopped talking when he took the first step, but was frightened by Xing Siming's fierce gaze in the next second and took a step back.

The inner sect disciple knew that he was overstepping, his face turned pale at that time, and he knelt down tremblingly: "Sect Master, disciple..."

Xing Siming raised his hand to interrupt him but didn't say anything, but strode towards Wei Lin's figure.

Although he didn't say a word, the disciple already knew that this was for him to receive the punishment on his own.Given Xing Siming's previous behavior of not being able to tolerate any sand, it was a great mercy not to kill him directly.The disciple knocked his head heavily on the ground, "Thank you, suzerain, for your kindness!"

Wei Lin, who had already walked away, had no intention of responding to the noise coming from behind.

The huge valley was empty, except for the occasional rustling of grass and leaves, there was no other sound.

He returned to the bamboo house he lived in familiarly, and when he opened the bamboo door, a layer of dust was visible under the sun.

The furnishings in the bamboo house remained the same as when he left, but there were faint traces of frequent cleaning after he left.Just because it has been vacant for many days, another layer of dust has fallen.

After looking around, Wei Lin raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, without any hesitation, walked through the hall and inner room, and walked straight to the bookshelf, his eyes wandered over the neatly arranged books, and finally fixed on a The book is so dilapidated that the original inscriptions cannot be seen on the remnants of the scroll.

He took out the fragmented scroll and flipped through it a few times, raised his brows lightly, then turned around holding the fragmented scroll without saying a word, and just as he was walking out of the room, his eyes happened to meet Xing Siming who was walking towards him.

The latter saw the extra thing in his hand at a glance, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering with thought.

"What is in your hand? Is it a book that records the way to open the prehistoric ruins?"

At this time, Wei Lin would not take out a useless tome for no reason.

Wei Lin didn't answer him, but after he finished asking, he directly threw the torn scroll in his hand that seemed to fall apart in a second to Xing Siming.

The font on the cover of the fragmented volume was no longer readable. When Xing Siming received the book, he didn't open it for the first time, but carefully put it away.

Wei Lin knew that he was afraid that the book might be fraudulent, so he didn't comment on his overly defensive actions.

In fact, Xing Siming guessed right. The fragmented scroll did record the way to open the entrance to the Great Desolation Ruins, and he didn't need to cheat Xing Siming. Xing Siming didn't have to be so cautious.

After all, besides Xing Siming himself, the person who most expects him to open the prehistoric ruins as soon as possible is Wei Lin.

As if remembering something, he said with a half-smile: "Sect Master Xing had better gather enough Sanxian powers, otherwise this prehistoric ruins won't be able to open."

Xing Siming is suspicious by nature and has always been on his guard against him. He just feels that he has the method to open the ruins of the prehistoric ruins, so why not open it by himself will make it easier for him.

Wei Lin also knows that he is ruthless and never suffers. It is really difficult for Xing Siming not to suspect that he has ulterior motives.To say such a sentence is nothing more than telling Xing Siming that it is not that he does not want to open the prehistoric ruins, but that he is not strong enough, otherwise he will not be cheap.

Sure enough, after hearing Wei Lin's words, Xing Siming's expression relaxed a little.

He said indifferently: "I don't need to worry about this."

Wei Lin smiled very hypocritically, and said: "It seems that Sect Master Xing is very confident, so I will wish Sect Master Xing success in advance."

"Thank you for your blessings."

Xing Siming returned the same hypocritical smile.

Wei Lin was imprisoned again, but this time it was not in Heng Qifeng's simple cave, but in his own room.

In order to monitor him conveniently, Xing Siming lived next door to him, between the two bamboo houses, there were disciples of Taiheng Sect observing and guarding him both openly and secretly.It is really impossible to escape quietly, given that he is now sealed and has no spiritual power.

But anyway, he didn't even think about running away.

As more and more hidden powers arrived, the originally empty valley gradually became lively.Where there are people, there will naturally be conflicts, not to mention that they are all from different camps, and they are also powerful people with a ceiling of strength.Conflicts and frictions are increasing day by day. Fortunately, Xing Siming has brought almost half of the inner disciples in the sect, and controls the ghost valley and the way to open the entrance of the prehistoric ruins, so those powerful people will not take the initiative.

There are no benefits or benefits, so naturally, so many hidden world powers cannot be invited, and everyone wants to get a share of the treasure land like the ancient prehistoric ruins, but if they occupy more or less, they still need to involve each other.

Even though he was locked in the bamboo house, Wei Lin was keenly aware of the tense atmosphere in the valley.In just two days, there were several disagreements and disputes from another bamboo house across the yard.

It seems that the distribution is uneven. After all, no one wants to get less benefits than others.

Wei Lin couldn't help but sneered in his heart, his face was flushed before he actually opened the Great Desolation Ruins, if he really entered the Great Desolation Ruins and saw the remains of the Great Desolation monsters and the innate spirit treasure everywhere, he might turn against each other and kill each other on the spot.

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is the instinct of human nature, even people who practice Taoism cannot abandon their nature.He doesn't think these powerful thoughts are ridiculous, and it is precisely because of this bad instinct that he can carry out the plan smoothly, doesn't it?

The explosive atmosphere didn't last long, and I don't know what method Xing Siming used to appease all the powerful, so that they temporarily rested from fighting.

The way to open the prehistoric ruins is not easy. The blocked entrance passage needs to be sacrificed with the flesh and blood of the descendants of the saints, and with the help of dozens of scattered immortals.

To open the passage, it is naturally impossible to open it as soon as you say it. You have to find the real location of the entrance, and then calculate the time when the seal is weakest and lay down the formation.

Wei Lin would not be allowed to participate in these punishments, and Wei Lin was happy to see it succeed.

Xing Siming disappeared for several days, and even those hidden powers disappeared, but the number of guards did not decrease but increased.

Wei Lin still had to eat and sleep, and he was not affected at all by this.

After Xing Siming calculated the exact location of the entrance to the Honghuang ruins, Kunpeng, who had mixed in with the inner disciples of the Taiheng Sect, approached him.

When Kunpeng was standing in front of the desk, Wei Lin, who was rubbing his ink with his sleeves rolled up, went straight to the subject without raising his head, and said, "The Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals and the Great Formation of Zhou Tian Xing Dou are ready."

Kunpeng nodded solemnly.

This was probably the best news I heard in the past few months. Wei Lin, who hadn't had any emotional ups and downs in the past few days, finally smiled knowingly: "That's good, continue to implement the original plan."

Kunpeng hummed, moved his mouth as if hesitating to speak.

Wei Lin looked at him suspiciously, "Is there any problem?"

Kunpeng frowned, but still couldn't help saying: "Are you really going to do this? Let alone whether it will be successful or not, even if those two formations are really activated, you simply cannot afford the consequences. It hasn't started yet, and it's too late for you to stop now."

Kunpeng didn't know what Wei Lin was planning. If those two formations were really activated, Wei Lin, who was the instigator, would definitely be punished by heaven.

Disintegration is the best result.

Wei Lin knew what Kunpeng was worried about, but he couldn't turn back.With the situation at this stage, it is impossible for him to stop.

He has planned for hundreds of years and sacrificed so much, it is absolutely impossible for him to fail in the last step.

"Just follow the plan, I have a measure."

Wei Lin's tone cannot be questioned, and it also shows that his attitude will never waver.

Kunpeng sighed, and suddenly understood why Lingxi made such a plan.

With such a stubborn brother who will do anything to achieve his goal, how can we not think more about him?

Because Xing Siming will come back at any time, it is not appropriate to stay here for too long, Kunpeng didn't say anything, only said that after he understood, he turned and walked out the door.

When he was about to reach the door, Wei Lin suddenly stopped him.

"Lingxi is not in good health, watch her more for me."

Kunpeng turned around and said meaningfully: "You, a real brother, let me come instead of taking care of her. It's thanks to your cruel heart."

Wei Linquan pretended not to hear.

Kunpeng stared at him deeply, finally turned around and stepped out of the threshold, locked the door, and erased the traces of his previous presence.

The bamboo house fell into an eerie silence, Wei Lin kept his eyes on the blank rice paper in front of him, and put the ink stick in his hand back into the box after a while.