Chapter 217

Another area

The two of them left the place of retreat, and the moment they walked out, a burst of unrefined spiritual energy hit them in the face, making them a little uncomfortable for a moment.

The cultivation environment in a retreat place is different from that in the outside world.

Yan Qingyan looked at the scene around her, which was no different from before, but she had a feeling of "not knowing what year it was" and felt dazed.

"How long has it been? Twenty years? Thirty years?" Or forty years? Fifty years?

Ling Mochen shook his head. He suddenly felt that he should have a timing device in his storage ring to prevent similar situations from happening.

There were people in the spiritual world who went into seclusion until the end of their lifespan, and only came to their senses before they died.

He and Qingyan are still young and have long lives, so they are not afraid of similar things happening, but it is better to keep useful things in reserve, as you never know when they may be needed.

"Let's go and ask around." Ling Mochen suggested.

"Okay." Yan Qingyan nodded.

Along the way, some restrictions were seen from time to time, emitting different lusters like a peacock spreading its tail, trying to attract monks. Many monks were also seen wrapped in barriers in front of the restrictions, and many monks blatantly attacked the restrictions themselves, making a rumbling sound.

Yan Qingyan was surprised, "There really is someone who attacks the restriction?" Could it be that he is like Ye Lingyun, who discovered that he can also obtain treasures by attacking the restriction?

"The rules of restrictions are different. Some require 'soft' methods, while others require 'hard' methods. Perhaps these restricted spirits that are being beaten like it this way." A casual cultivator at the side heard Yan Qingyan's words and spoke casually.

Yan Qingyan saw the other party leaning against a restriction, drinking from a wine jug in one hand, and occasionally sprinkling some on the barrier of the restriction, and the restriction actually spit out treasures.

This is the spirit of restriction that 'loves drinking'. It makes sense that Ye Lingyun happened to encounter some masochistic restriction that 'loves being beaten'.

Yan Qingyan smiled awkwardly, and the filter she had for the Tianxuan Secret Realm before coming here was completely shattered.

"Mo Chen, let's go to another area." Yan Qingyan said.

They also just learned that fifty years have passed in the Tianxuan Secret Realm. Many cultivators have lost patience with the restrictions here that are like "opening a blind box" and have moved to another area.

No wonder the two of them felt that there were fewer monks along the way.

"Okay." Ling Mochen nodded. He had the same idea.

The two of them walked under a whirlpool, and when the vague whirlpool finally became stable, they plunged into it together.

......

Buzz——

Accompanied by a dizziness and a buzzing sound that could be heard with every transmission, Yan Qingyan opened her eyes and saw a sea of ​​fire and mountains of swords.

Ling Mochen appeared beside her, their hands still tightly clasped, not separating.

"Mo Chen, this place is really... a dangerous place!" Yan Qingyan said in astonishment.

The two were seen floating in the air with a mountain of swords beneath their feet, which looked very much like the secret realm of sword intent of the Wanjian Sect in the Xuanli Continent. Rows of densely packed swords were covered in blood red, and the evil spirit was rushing straight into the sky from below.

There was a restriction blocking their heads. They were just at the highest point allowed by the restriction. If they flew any higher, they would probably be knocked down by the restriction and fall to the ground, being stabbed to death.

The outskirts of the knife mountain was a sea of ​​fire. The fire was extremely fierce, and the hot breath made Yan Qingyan feel familiar, like the breath of strange fire.

"It's the breath of strange fire." Ling Mochen said.

He is a congenital fire spirit body and is also carrying a strange fire. He is extremely sensitive to the breath of other strange fires.

"That's a good thing, but I'm afraid this fire won't be so easy to tame."

Yan Qingyan naturally knew that Mo Chen's skills required strange fire. Although both of their skills and spells had now been sublimated to the heavenly level, there was no such thing as too much of a good thing.

But the strength of the strange fire also varies. No one has tamed the strange fire here for so many years, which shows that it is extraordinary.

Ling Mochen stared at it for a long time, then shook his head and said, "This fire is extremely powerful. I want to take its body, but with my current state, it is impossible."

"That……"

"However, if you only take one flame, or a split of the strange fire, you can give it a try."

Yan Qingyan nodded, "This is better."

She suddenly remembered that whenever she encountered a spiritual plant she liked, no matter how precious or rare it was, she would only take a seed or a branch, because she had the powerful weapon of the spiritual spring space, which could adapt to any growth environment.

The same is true for Mo Chen. If he wants to subdue the strange fire, he only needs to refine a small flame. Anyway, he has the innate fire spirit body to support him.

Wow~They are really a perfect match!

"Hehe~" Thinking of this, Yan Qingyan couldn't help but smile foolishly.

"Qingyan, what are you laughing at?" Ling Mochen was completely confused. Why did he feel like he suddenly couldn't keep up with his Taoist partner's train of thought?

Yan Qingyan's smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes at the wooden Taoist partner who interrupted her thoughts. She would never tell him what she had just been thinking.

boom! boom!

In the short time that the two were talking, the flames around them suddenly rose up, as if they had discovered intruders, and rushed towards them.

The spiritual power shield of the cultivator is not so easy to break, but when the heat wave hit her face, Yan Qingyan was surprised to find that the opponent's power was even more fierce than she had expected!

This area is called a dangerous place, and it makes countless monks shudder at the mention of it. There is a reason for this.

"Not good! Resist with all your strength!" Yan Qingyan was keenly aware of the madness of the evil spirit below. It was as if it was waiting for the prey to fall into its mouth automatically, or as if it was enjoying the prey's unconscious comfort before being hunted.

Ling Mochen was in tune with her thoughts. The moment Yan Qingyan opened her mouth, the same strange fire aura surged out from his body, creating a vacuum zone around the two of them.

Bang!

Taking advantage of the gap in the fight, Yan Qingyan suddenly cast a spell downwards.

"Thousand Trees Dance!"

Countless branches of spiritual trees tightly covered the thousands of swords and knives, like a woven suspension bridge, extending all the way into the distance.

“Go!”

Yan Qingyan pulled Ling Mochen onto the "suspension bridge". The wood spirit energy on it seemed to isolate the evil energy surging from below and had no effect on the two of them.

Ling Mochen retracted the breath of the strange fire, fearing that it would burn the wooden bridge that had just been woven. The two of them quickly rushed away into the distance, leaving behind a trail of phantoms along the way.

......

An hour later.

"Phew - fortunately, fortunately, there is still a place to breathe in this area."

Yan Qingyan sat in front of a dead tree, breathing heavily.

When that heat hit her just now, the power that was comparable to that of a Void Refinement Stage stage startled her.

Good man, you are so cruel right at the beginning? !

Ling Mochen nodded silently, took out a pill to restore spiritual power, and fed it into Yan Qingyan's mouth.

Yan Qingyan said vaguely: "No wonder many monks here don't dare to come here, they are really wandering on the edge of life and death!"

I wonder what treasure is hidden in that place just now? !