Chapter 33

Ancient Relics

"Qingyan, did you find anything?"

Ling Mochen saw that Yan Qingyan's expression was not right. Sometimes she was annoyed, sometimes surprised, sometimes confused, and sometimes entangled, just like a color palette.

"This...how can I describe it..."

Yan Qingyan looked at the battlefield ahead, where the Ziyun Sect's people were still fighting with the Wind-Winged Dragon.

The aftereffects of using the secret technique began to emerge, and the Wind Wing Dragon's level dropped directly to the early stage of level two, and continued to drop!

Since the Ziyun Sect's group didn't get the cleansing spirit grass, it would be fine for them to get the pseudo-third-level spirit beast's corpse.

After one stick of incense.

"This big guy is finally dead." Xu Zhi said, without any joy on his face.

If it was a real third-level spiritual beast, it would certainly be of great use to them, but this Wind-Winged Dragon was obviously a fake third-level one.

Lu Meng was so angry that he yelled, "Where's the Xiling Grass? Damn, that bastard ran away a long time ago!"

"We were careless and our hiding skills were not good enough." Luo Zi looked a little annoyed.

Lu Meng muttered quietly, "A disciple of a small Hehuan sect is so wealthy. When will our Ziyun sect give us some benefits?"

Their Ziyun Sect is a big sect, but their disciples are inferior in resources. How embarrassing!

Luo Zi rolled her eyes at him unhappily and said, "Okay, let's go and take a look at the ancient ruins."

"Alas~"

Luo Zi carried the spoils and the group walked towards the depths of the valley.

There was no sign of two people hiding in secret.

It was not until they could no longer be seen that Yan Qingyan and the other person emerged from their hiding place.

Yan Qingyan flashed to the location she had just explored and gently dug up the soil on the ground.

Two green and plump seeds came into view, lying quietly in it.

Yan Qingyan suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"This is?!"

"Wash the spiritual grass seeds!"

......

Deep in the valley.

This is where the ancient ruins are located.

It is also the third most difficult level in the inner realm.

Dozens of teams have arrived one after another from all directions of the valley.

The restrictions on the ruins are the same as the boundaries of the inner realm, opening every seven days.

Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen dug spiritual plants as they walked, and arrived just before the entrance opened.

The towering ancient building, bearing the traces of time, stands in the deep valley. The murals carved on it seem to record some ancient sacrifices and carry a mysterious atmosphere.

The entrance to the ancient ruins is the third most difficult part of the inner realm!

The restriction at the entrance exuded a golden glow and was engraved with runes, which made Yan Qingyan feel itchy.

In the art of talismans, runes can not only be drawn on talisman paper, any object can be the carrier of runes.

Even painting in mid-air is possible.

She also hopes that one day, she can carve runes anywhere she wants!

Ling Mochen looked towards the entrance to the ruins, and the excitement that came from his heart was suppressed by him with all his strength.

Deep in the ancient ruins is the place of core inheritance!

This opportunity only comes once in a thousand years. Ling Mochen is truly blessed!

The two of them arrived on time, and not long after they stood still, the light of the ban began to flicker.

This is a sign that the ban is being lifted.

The monks were excited!

After a while, until the golden light completely dimmed and disappeared, the familiar scene appeared again.

Who is advanced?

Unlike the entrance to the inner realm, the entrance to the ancient ruins is the third difficult hurdle of the inner realm, where countless bones are buried.

The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. No one is stupid enough to be the first to open up new land.

About one stick of incense later.

Some impatient people could not sit still and were the first to step over.

This person is Yan Qingyan.

Ling Mochen's mouth twitched as he followed silently behind.

Just now, the two of them were enjoying communicating with each other through telepathy.

"You are so patient. I don't want to wait any longer." Yan Qingyan said.

Ling Mochen tried to dissuade her, "Qingyan, it's better to be safe than sorry. This restriction will only be open for one hour. If you wait any longer, someone will surely be impatient."

The levels in the inner realm are more difficult than the last. The two cultivators who are at the sixth level of Qi Refining will never be the first to enter.

"Just do whatever you want to do. I don't like to put my expectations on people other than myself." Yan Qingyan said lightly.

To lead by example, all you need is courage and fearlessness.

She has already died once, so this life has been a blessing in disguise.

In this case, she wants to live according to her heart and become the ideal self in her heart!

The Tianxuan Realm has developed to its current state of cultivating immortals, and few people pay attention to the cultivation of the Tao mind, but she... loved Taoism in her previous life.

Just what you practice and do in this life should be in line with your original heart.

Seeing Yan Qingyan walking forward without looking back, Ling Mochen had no choice but to follow.

The monks around saw that someone finally started to take action, and all their eyes were focused on the two of them.

Many people couldn't help but frown when they found out that the two men were only at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Play the pig and eat the tiger?

The cultivators standing here now have at least the ninth level of Qi Refining, and some are even in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Most of the cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining are very self-aware and will not go any further until they reach the second level of the inner realm.

Those who had no self-awareness turned into pools of blood, corpses, or even powder.

The cultivation levels of Yan Qingyan and the other person are the lowest here.

Outside the ban.

Chen Bufan's eyes moved slightly.

The back of the man in red looks very much like an old friend.

He is from one of the three major families in Qingyang City, and a direct descendant of the Chen family. Ever since some idle dandy came up with the title of "Three Heroes of Qingyang City", he has been listed together with Ling Mochen of the Ling family and Yan Fengjie of the Yan family.

People seem to like this kind of bundled titles, such as "Four Great Ancient Books", "Three Heroes of Qingyang City", "Two Prideful People of Biyue Sect", "Three Saints of Alchemy", "Eight Great Masters of Formation"...

But he really doesn't like being compared to others and being the subject of after-dinner jokes.

But no matter how unhappy he was, he still unconsciously paid attention to the other two people who were also known as the "Three Heroes of Qingyang City".

Ling Mochen...what a pity!

Chen Bufan quietly watched the two young cultivators at the sixth level of Qi Refining walk into the entrance of the ruins, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

It was as if he had anticipated the tragic death of the two people.

However......

Yan Qingyan infused the wood-related supernatural power into her entire body, and her entire body was surrounded by water and wood spiritual power like an iron barrel.

Ling Mochen is the same.

The Purple Heart Heavenly Yuan Flame stayed quietly within his Dantian, and a ball of blazing fire spiritual power had already surged around his body.

The passage is wide.

Ling Mochen and Yan Qingyan walked side by side, carefully.

He did not dare to relax for even a moment, and used his spiritual sense to the fullest to detect any obstacles ahead.

The spiritual consciousness of those who practice Taoism has the ability of night vision, but here, the darkness can even blind the spiritual consciousness.

As the two went deeper, the passage became even darker and there was no light at all.

The spiritual power around the two of them was like a bright light bulb in the dark, becoming the only source of light here.

Sudden.

Yan Qingyan stopped.

Ling Mochen stopped and became alert.

"Here it comes!" Yan Qingyan thought.

In an instant.

I could hear the sound of countless doors opening, but I couldn't tell the exact direction.

Buzz——