Looking at the five new black crystal stones in my hand, it was as if they were delivered to my door.
Jiang Zhao flipped through the patterns on it and compared them with the one in his hand, and found that the eight patterns had turned into ten.
The number of coins varies. Two of the coin designs are single coins, while five have two coins each and one has three coins.
If there are ten paintings in the secret realm, and each painting requires at least twelve black crystals with similar patterns, how many black crystals would she need?
If you meet someone who is easy to talk to, you can exchange a few coins for them. But if they are unwilling to exchange, will you grab their neck and beat them up?! ?
What's more important is that if someone holds five black crystals with the same pattern, then the rest is a matter of who wins.
Putting away the black crystal, Jiang Zhao continued to look for the jade spirit liquid. For someone like her who is determined to do things, she just takes things as they come when it comes to putting together a puzzle.
Above the gray-white barrier, a small, pale eye spun around, dividing everything happening within the barrier into dozens of images and broadcasting them to another space.
It was a cave dwelling with white as its main color. On the pure white stone walls, dozens of images quietly played the events happening in the secret realm.
The owner of the cave was wrapped in a black robe with a black hood covering his head and face, hiding his entire face in shadow.
He was seen half-leaning on a large and luxurious white jade chair, one leg casually resting on its armrest, watching the images dancing on the stone wall, slowly shaking the nectar in his hand.
When the cave door opened and closed again, a person came in.
He wore a black robe with a gold-threaded edge, a spiritual pendant with fiery red patterns on his waist, a white jade crown on his head, and purple-gold boots on his feet. He looked extraordinary.
The visitor first glanced at the cave, tutted, then looked at the cave owner leaning on the white jade chair, shook his head, and said, "I haven't been here for a few years, and your cave has become even whiter."
The man wrapped in a black robe raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Let me see something interesting."
The visitor laughed, "Fellow Daoist Mu Chi, you are so elegant. Your man-made secret realm has spread to Jingyu City, and you still have the leisure to do so."
The black-robed man called Mu Chi put down the spirit crystal cup in his hand, looked at the newcomer, and said, "Luo Qingyang, I guess you must be interested in this person, so I called you over."
Luo Qingyang tossed his clothes and casually sat down on another luxurious white jade chair. He smiled and said, "Besides that person, who else could interest me?"
Mu Chi flicked his sleeves and pointed his fingers in the air several times, switching the image on the stone wall to a scene where the same person appeared.
Luo Qingyang looked at him with a smile at first, not taking Mu Chi's words seriously.
In the picture, Jiang Zhao was facing Lu Xian's face, wearing Lu Xian's vest, and confronting the blood-red giant eye in the man-made secret realm.
As he watched, the smile on Luo Qingyang's face gradually disappeared and his expression became serious.
"How is it? Does it feel familiar?"
After Luo Qingyang finished reading, Mu Chi spoke slowly with a hint of joy in his tone.
Luo Qingyang nodded, then shook his head. He was not quite sure.
"He was somewhat familiar, but he failed to survive the thunder tribulation and was reduced to ashes."
Luo Qingyang pondered and said, "Temperament and behavior can be imitated. Since that person is respected, naturally many people will rush to learn from him."
"Furthermore, this person has a single fire spiritual root, his physique is consistent with his age, and his soul shows no signs of being possessed."
Luo Qingyang compared the vested Lu Xian in the picture with the person in his memory, and felt that they were two completely different people.
The most important thing is that under the thunder tribulation, there is only one way out, which is to turn to ashes and smoke. Even if there are many methods, such as taking over another body and being reborn, there are still traces to follow.
But the person in my memory seemed to have really turned to ashes and there was no trace of him left on the Lingqi Continent.
Luo Qingyang had thought about looking for someone, and even used some secret techniques, but still found nothing.
Even the slightest trace of the secret technique could not be found. All we could say was that the person in our memory had truly failed to survive the tribulation and had been reduced to ashes.
"Do you know the Immortal Master Chi Yuan of the Cang Xuan Sect?" Mu Chi looked at Luo Qingyang and asked.
Luo Qingyang nodded, "I heard that Immortal Venerable Chi Yuan's cultivation level has dropped to the Golden Core Realm, and he is still in seclusion."
"I've heard more news. Immortal Venerable Chi Yuan used five hundred years of cultivation to spy on the secrets of heaven. When he returned to Cang Xuan Sect, he also brought back a personal disciple."
Mu Chi paused here, and when he saw Luo Qingyang's strange expression, he continued his gossip topic with satisfaction.
"Eleven years old, with wood spiritual roots, she happens to be Lin Wanfeng, the eldest daughter of the Lin family who was exterminated by the Cangming Sect."
Luo Qingyang was a little confused, but he quickly realized, "Is there something wrong with Lin Wanfeng's identity?"
"The Lin family was wiped out by the Cangming Sect in my Tianyin Valley. Naturally, I'm paying attention to this. Lin Wanfeng is my inner disciple in Tianyin Valley."
"Not long after Lin Wanfeng returned to Tianyin Valley with a serious injury, news spread from Cangxuan Sect that Immortal Venerable Chiyuan had accepted Lin Wanfeng as his disciple."
"Someone has taken Lin Wanfeng's identity, and the person who is hiding his true identity, do you think it could be that person?!"
Mu Chi took the spirit crystal cup and drank the nectar in it in one gulp. His black hood tilted slightly, revealing half of his pale face.
The corners of his mouth turned up, and he licked his bright red lips with the tip of his tongue, as if he was looking forward to the moment when the disguise of the person who was hiding his identity would be torn off.
Luo Qingyang's mind raced. Immortal Venerable Chi Yuan had fought that person for so many years. Not only did he have countless enemies, but he also had a stubborn and foul temper. Would he, for that person, use up five hundred years of his cultivation to spy on the secrets of heaven and find her? It seemed unlikely. Furthermore, if that person escaped the thunder tribulation and resumed his cultivation, would she hold her nose and call her sworn enemy "Master"?
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