Chapter 40

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In the dim maze, the spiritual consciousness is restricted and cannot see very far.

Yan Qingyan followed the route she had taken and made many turns before finally arriving at the source of the conflicting noises.

In the slightly narrow passage, a male cultivator wearing a dark green robe, with a simple and honest face and a serious expression, was confronting two cultivators from the Yinhuang Sect.

Why does Yan Qingyan know which two are from the Yinhuang clan?

Because she had also killed a Yinhuang Sect monk, and the robes he wore were the same as those two men.

One of the Yinhuang Sect monks had a face so gloomy that ink was about to drip out. He said coldly: "Hand over your storage ring obediently, otherwise, when the secret realm deadline is up, you will definitely not be able to walk ten miles!"

When Yan Qingyan heard this, she thought thoughtfully, "These big sects have indeed sent people to guard outside the secret realm. However, who dares to offend so many Qi-refining cultivators openly?"

Not to mention the independent cultivators, who among those who can reach the last few levels of the inner realm doesn’t have some aristocratic family background or some large or small sect behind him? Is there really a sect that dares to do something that would anger the public?

Or, are the only ones being targeted being independent cultivators with no background?

Yan Qingyan touched her chin.

She suddenly wanted to see it.

Yan Qingyan decided that, to be on the safe side, she must use the Disguise Pill to change her appearance before leaving the Wuyuan Secret Realm, and then throw all the spoils into the Lingquan Space.

The serious-looking uncle said coldly: "I came to Wuyuan Secret Realm not to make wedding clothes for you and other scoundrels."

After saying that, a large ochre-colored rock fell from the sky and smashed towards the two Yinhuang Sect monks.

There were three of them who were in the early stage of foundation building. Outnumbered, the serious-faced uncle was not at a disadvantage at all.

After a few moves, the three men moved while fighting. A cultivator from the Yinhuang clan was knocked backwards by the impact of the spell. When he landed, he happened to see Yan Qingyan at the corner.

The two of them stared at each other.

Yan Qingyan stretched out her arm and waved at her in a friendly manner.

There are too few places to hide in the maze, and Yan Qingyan doesn't care about being discovered. Anyway, the few people in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot defeat her.

"There are people here! You are only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, do you think you can reap the benefits without being the other way around? You are courting death!" The black-faced cultivator of the Yinhuang clan first shouted to inform his fellow disciples, and then said the last two sentences to her.

'What happened to the seventh level of Qi Refining? Just because you have established your foundation, you can regard Qi refining as ants? Today I will let you see what it means that there are always people better than you! '

“Well done!”

Yan Qingyan dodged an attack by leaning sideways, and then the narrow passage was once again blocked by endless huge trees.

Seeing that the two enemies were tied up by branches, the serious-faced uncle hurried over to finish them off.

Yan Qingyan controlled the branches and took away the storage rings of the two people first.

"Uncle with the serious face, these two storage rings belong to me, is that ok with you?" Yan Qingyan said with a smile, her eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, but the smile did not reach her eyes at all.

Now, it's rare for people to meet in this maze without fighting, and the treasure chest search game is almost turning into the '108th way of murder and robbery'.

The uncle was seriously injured, his spiritual energy was unstable, and judging from the battle just now, he was gradually losing the upper hand. If he didn't have any strategy or trump card, he would have died soon.

Ye Feichen was stunned when he heard this. An uncle with a serious face?

"Uncle with a serious face, are you talking about me?" Ye Feichen slowly raised his hand, pointed at his nose, and fed himself a pill.

"Oh, fellow Daoist, look at me, I am so handsome and elegant, I am obviously a role model of male god who has fascinated thousands of female cultivators in the world. How can I look like an uncle? My name is Ye Feichen, I have a name." Ye Feichen said with some excitement.

"Girl, I remember you. When you just entered the inner realm, Huai Wei said a few words to you. I won't snatch these two storage rings from you, but you shouldn't think about my own things. Some trump cards, when revealed, will hurt the enemy by eight hundred and hurt yourself by a thousand." Ye Feichen said seriously.

'Dongfang Huaiwei? '

Yan Qingyan thought of the dimple-faced female cultivator who told her that the Scorching Flame Flower could ward off the cold. Oh, by the way, she said before that she had found a teammate. Is this the one?

"Haha, don't worry. I didn't mean to fight. I just came to take a look and ask you a question."

"What's the problem? The problem with the elixir-washing pill?" Ye Feichen asked, tilting his head.

Yan Qingyan touched her nose and said with a smile: "Yes, you still remember my voice. I remember that a cultivator from the Jade Moon Sect tried to compete with you for the elixir. But was there any result?"

She came here to ask this.

"What? You want to wash the elixir? I've already eaten it." Ye Feichen said bluntly.

Yan Qingyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good to eat, it's good to eat."

As long as it wasn't eaten by that nasty Yin Siwen.

In the future, she would definitely seek revenge on him for destroying her Dantian. She would not let go of any chance to make things difficult for him!

After all, the two men were not familiar with each other. One of them was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but he easily subdued two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators. The other one was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but he was seriously injured and urgently needed rest.

After getting the news she wanted, Yan Qingyan left happily humming a tune.

Yan Qingyan threw the two people's storage rings into the space and chose another path to move forward.

At this time, there were only two weeks and fourteen days left before the closure of the Wuyuan Secret Realm.

Just when Yan Qingyan found another treasure chest and had not yet had time to break the ban, a colorful halo suddenly appeared under her feet.

Yan Qingyan was delighted.

'Here it comes! '

'Core inheritance! '

......

The colorful light became brighter and brighter, and soon enveloped Yan Qingyan's entire body.

She knew what this was. It was a sign of heading to the core inheritance site!

Yan Qingyan's figure began to become illusory and vague.

"Qingyan!"

Yan Qingyan seemed to hear Ling Mochen's voice in a trance. She only had time to turn around and see Ling Mochen's shadow rushing over before he disappeared.

When Ling Mochen saw the person disappearing before his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Why is he always a step late?

Just now, he followed the scent according to the spiritual plant seeds left by Qingyan, fighting with those who blocked his way and opening treasure chests all the way to here, and just happened to see the colorful light emanating from behind the stone wall next door.

Just as I turned the corner, I unexpectedly saw Qingyan being teleported away.

Have you found the opportunity to enter the core heritage site?

Ling Mochen didn't delay any longer and changed direction to look for the treasure chest.

"According to the information jade slip about the Yinhuang Sect's disciples, the maze layout moves every seven days and the treasure chests will be refreshed accordingly. I should seize the opportunity and open the treasure chests first. I shouldn't get entangled with other cultivators anymore." Ling Mochen murmured.

call--

In the latter part of the maze, in a short period of time, countless passages were filled with flames, illuminating a busy figure.

......

Seven days later.

Ling Mochen couldn't remember how many treasure chests he had opened, and how many unnecessary battles he had avoided with the help of the Wind Talisman. In short, until now, there was no trace of the colorful teleportation light under his feet.

but......

Seeing the ancient stone door in front of him that was shining with colorful light and could not be detected by spiritual sense, Ling Mochen wondered curiously, is this the exit of the maze?

"The jade slip of the cultivator from Yinhuang Sect does not record any information about the exit of the maze, nor does it mention this stone gate." Ling Mochen lowered his eyes in deep thought.

The next second, Ling Mochen strode towards the stone gate.