Zhuiyue appeared in the palm of his hand again.

After his cultivation level increased, the sword seemed to have gained complete intelligence. As soon as it appeared, it jumped out of his palm and rolled on the ground.

Gu Xingyun frowned, forcibly summoned him into his hand, and threatened in a low voice: "If you don't obey, I will melt you and forge a new sword."

Zhuiyue was quiet for a second and let Gu Xingyun practice.

Fortunately, it was only waved a few times before it was put away again. Gu Xingyun frowned and sat down, confused and adjusting his breath: "What is this?"

There were a few strands of pure spiritual power in the dantian, without any aggressiveness, just huddled in the corner.

"Hasn't everything been cleaned up? Why are there still some?"

He remembered that when the evil energy surged in, it violently replaced all the spiritual power in his body.

So there are some left?

Gu Xingyun felt it carefully and tried to get closer to the spiritual power, but did not feel any discomfort.

When he was about to get closer, the spiritual power suddenly disappeared.

Right above the courtyard.

Yan Huailiu stepped on Wenyue, holding a few drawings in his hand for comparison: "Based on the specific location, it seems... it's around here, right?"

He frowned and hissed, commanding Wen Yue to rise a little higher and took out a small bottle from his arms.

"Palace Master Murong only has a few drops of blood left."

He put two fingers together and sent the blood out of the bottle, then squinted his eyes to observe the broken formation that was gradually glowing.

His eyes followed the lines of the formation to a certain place, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?"