The Tianyi Clan has lived for too long and has a deep foundation. We are definitely no match for them. However, the Pantheon's mission to kill the Tianjiao is usually the responsibility of the Hall Masters.
The target of the survivors that day was most likely not us, so there is no need to worry too much. But if Xiang Sheng really falls into his hands..."
Having said that, Jiang Yi looked at Lu Mufeng.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Lu Mufeng glared at Jiang Yi and was about to pretend to be stupid and refuse, but he saw Luo Qingyun and other female cultivators from Piaoxue Palace also looking at him.
He subconsciously touched the jade pendant around his neck, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded:
"Leave it to me! But Jiang Yi, if you really use my things, you'll owe me a big favor."
Jiang Yi pursed his lips and said, "If you can escape danger, I will do whatever you want after returning to the sect."
When these words came out, Lu Mufeng's eyes widened: "My goodness! Brother Jiang, you never let me take advantage of you at all. You always make me suffer. What you said today... are you still Brother Jiang?"
After saying this, he chuckled, "I'm really becoming more and more curious about that Dongzhou Earth God."
While they were talking, the animal skin map had already been delivered to the door of the private room.
Jiang Yi removed the Feishuang Mirror in time and asked someone to bring in the map.
There were ten maps in a set, enough for everyone to share. Lu Mufeng casually opened it and took a look, and immediately gasped.
"What kind of ghost painting is this?"
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At the same time, another set of animal skins was delivered to the private room No. 4 in Tianzi.
There are only four people in this room including Wen Yi. Ten maps were delivered, so everyone got one.
Wen Zizhen casually glanced at the map, put the animal skin aside, turned to look at Yuan Jing, and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Yuan Jing knew what he was asking. She shook her head and said frankly, "I don't understand. The lines are too messy and there's no pattern to them. I can't see any connection with the snake and insect script."
Wen Zizhen chuckled softly, "If it were so easy to see the clues, why would Tianlong Jushi take it out?"
Yuan Jing nodded slightly in agreement, and then said, "Then I'll take a closer look."
"Need not."
Wen Zizhen took the map from her hand and said calmly, "Our target is not on this map."
Yuan Jing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Where is that?"
"You'll know after you go in."
After Wen Zizhen said this, he turned around and ignored Yuan Jing.
Yuan Jing looked very depressed. It was really uncomfortable to be at the mercy of others.
Xiang Sheng didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two. Her mind was now focused on the light brown animal skin map spread out on the table.
Or rather, this can't be called a map at all, it's more like a black circle outlined by a bunch of messy lines.
If Mr. Tianlong had not repeatedly said that this was a map, it would probably have been mistaken for a child's graffiti and thrown away.
"If what Mr. Tianlong said is true, this map also came from the Abyssal Snake Clan..."
"Back in the Ancestral Demon Temple, I also saw a similar mural with messy lines, but it was a long rectangle..."
Xiang Sheng's mind turned, and he subconsciously connected the two maps together.
She kept simulating the combination of the two maps in her sea of consciousness, but how could two maps with completely different shapes be combined together?
I tried several times, but all failed.
The method is wrong.
Xiang Sheng closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then mobilized his spiritual sense to overlap the two simulated maps in his sea of consciousness.
At this moment, several lines with the same direction appeared.
There was a glimmer in Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he kept adjusting the overlapping positions of the two maps in his sea of consciousness.
Gradually, a perfectly closed line emerged from the messy ball of thread.
"Is this line the secret hidden in the map?"
Xiang Sheng pondered in his heart.
She knew nothing about the structure of the Tianlong Emperor's Tomb and could not see anything for the time being.
Once you get in, there will probably be more prompts.
Time passed quickly during the auction, and before we knew it, the hundred-round auction had reached the final round.
A group of independent cultivators formed an alliance and acquired the last ten maps at a high price of 480,000 spirit stones.
Mr. Tianlong, with 40 million spirit stones in his pocket, did not give anyone a chance to make trouble. He turned around and threw himself into the space channel, leaving only a laugh that spread throughout the venue.
"The passage can only last for one day and one night. Whether you can find your destiny and ascend to heaven depends entirely on yourselves. I am leaving now!"
The monks in the meeting hall looked at each other and fell into a strange silence.
There was silence for less than ten breaths, and then the door of the No. 1 private room suddenly opened.
Jiang Yi, Luo Qingyun and the others had stern expressions. Without saying a word, they all flew into the air, entered the space channel and disappeared.
Then, tens of thousands of cultivators in the field immediately heard the news and rushed to use their magic weapons to fly towards the space channel.
"Wen Zizhen" witnessed this scene, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
He stood up and casually brushed off his sleeves.
"Let's go, it's time for us to get on the road."
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