Chapter 93: The bone bell is the treasure of the ghost palace? The ghost king Wu Bu appears...

This bone bell came from Wen Zhiyu. If there really was something inside it, who knows. But why did an accident happen when she asked about the treasure in the ghost house?

She raised her finger and gently hooked the red string that passed through the bone bell. The red string trembled, and the tiny crack on the bone bell gradually widened. Xie Ting couldn't help but touch it with her jade fingers.

What exactly are Wen Zhi and this bone bell?

Something that can resonate with the Xuanyuan Sword...

Xie Tingyu took out a white candle and placed it on the table. Xuanyuan Dao stood beside her obediently. Tianxing Chixiao stood guard outside the house, and the sword energy guarded the yard tightly.

As soon as the white candles were lit, a thick ghostly aura quickly rose in the house, and a chilly wind suddenly blew.

As the ghostly aura floated in the house, the ink-colored blade of the Xuanyuan Sword climbed the ground faster and faster, suddenly reflecting a dazzling golden light.

A vague shadow emerged quietly and was reflected on the wall. Xie Tingyu looked at the flickering candle flame.

Frown.

If it were any other time, this shadow would have come forward to rub her head, but this time, the shadow was particularly strange, even the ghostly aura was particularly dense.

This can't be the breath of the Ghost Lord.

Xie Tingyu tilted his head, smiled, raised the Xuanyuan Knife and chopped down the motionless shadow on the wall.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Why are you still so rude?"

A sinister voice came from the shadow, full of teasing and mockery. The attack from the Xuanyuan Knife did not hurt the shadow at all. The shadow swayed and slowly formed into a tall and strong black shadow, which was extremely inconsistent with the voice.

"Where's the ghost master?"

Xie Tingyu would not use the candle incorrectly, but the person who came was the one she hated the most, and his tone could not be very good.

"Back off, don't think that just because the Ghost Lord is on your side, you can really ride on top of us three kings."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu rolled his eyes and said, "Just fart if you want to. The Ghost Lord should not be in the Ghost Mansion, and the other two kings are also busy, so I just threw the candle to you."

Wu Bu was not in a hurry after being pointed out by Xie Tingyu. His voice was mixed with sharp and piercing movements and the gloomy aura that permeated him.

This is what ghosts and monsters in ghost houses look like as imagined by people in the world of cultivation and the mundane world.

"It will ruin the atmosphere of the Ghost Mansion." Xie Tingyu wiped the Xuanyuan Knife, and the ink-colored liquid on the blade was almost fully integrated.

The Xuanyuan Sword felt Xie Tingyu's fingers caressing the blade, and the blade trembled slightly, and the sword spirit revealed a joyful emotion.

It was immediately transmitted to Xie Tingyu's mind.

She has used this Xuanyuan Sword for ten years and has never felt this kind of emotion before.

Xie Tingyu smiled and said, "You are the Wubu Ghost King, why don't you take care of your Death Gate affairs, but have the leisure to come to me and say such things?"

Before the Wu Bu Ghost King could say anything, Xie Tingyu's voice rang out again. In the empty house, Xie Tingyu was sitting on the warm jade bed.

Nuan Yu restrained the spirits and ghosts, and Wu Bu's shadow approached and stopped when it was two steps away from Xie Tingyu.

"Why do you think I'm so busy?" He was tall and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but his voice suddenly changed.

His voice became low and pleasant, and he lowered his head slightly when facing Xie Tingyu, with a smile in his tone.

His voice was always changing, sometimes wet and cold, sometimes warm and crisp, and sometimes low and moving. No ghost in the ghost house knew which one was his true voice, but every time this ghost spoke to her, he would smile in a teasing and malicious manner.

Xie Tingyu turned her head and saw the Xuanyuan Knife at her side. Tianxing Chixiao could sense a strange aura outside, and there was a faint tendency for him to attack.

The more she didn't want to listen to him, the more he wanted to provoke her, as if he wanted to see her get angry. Now Wu Bu was holding the Ghost Lord's shadow candle. Xie Tingyu glanced at the white candle on the table. The veins on his forehead moved slightly, his fingers curled up, and he suppressed the urge to overturn the white candle.

"The ghost master knows that you will look for her sooner or later, so he left you a message and asked me to convey it to you. Do you want to listen?" Wu Bu's shadow gradually became clearer, and his facial features could be vaguely seen to be quite handsome.

Admittedly, this is a decent-looking male ghost, but he is really annoying!

Even Xie Tingyu, who is obsessed with looks, finds it hard to ignore his annoying side just because of his looks.

Seeing that Xie Tingyu didn't even look at him as usual, Wu Bu just smiled and said, "I won't bother you this time..."

He paused and said, "The ghost master said that she still said that she is far away in the sky but close at hand."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu pondered for a long time. Her fingers tapped the handle of the Xuanyuan Knife unconsciously. After Wu Bu appeared, the boiling sound of the bone bell disappeared in an instant.

The boiling heat returned to calm and cooled down faster than the blink of an eye.

Xie Tingyu hummed, "The ghost master didn't say anything else? For example..."

She paused, but Wu Bu knew what she wanted to say, "Like when can you go back to the ghost house?" His shadow solidified a lot, and his facial features were fully revealed.

Wu Bu took another step forward and approached the warm jade bed where Xie Tingyu was sitting.

This warm jade bed can ward off evil and eliminate harm. Wu Bu could tell at a glance that it was of high quality and had excellent effects.

But he didn't care. He turned his back and leaned against the warm jade bed, with one leg bent and the other lying flat on the ground.

The ghostly aura around him suddenly became thicker, all spreading from Wu Bu's body.

This warm jade bed caused damage to his shadow.

Xie Ting frowned, "What are you doing?"

Since he recognized that this was the Warm Jade Bed, he clearly knew the extent of the damage that warm jade could do to ghosts and spirits, yet he still came forward and let himself touch the edge of the Warm Jade Bed, drawing the warm jade aura into his body, causing the shadow he had created with his ghost power to become disordered, and the shadow that had just solidified became illusory.

"Isn't it because I saw you sitting on the warm jade bed without any hindrance that I wanted to give it a try? It seems that the quality of this warm jade is good enough." Wu Bu smiled. His face was always pale, and it was even more pale in Xie Tingyu's eyes.

"You've been idle in the ghost house for too long, and your brain must have been damaged." Xie Tingyu sneered.

She raised her hand and touched the warm jade under her butt. Although the word "warm" is in the name of "warm jade", it does not feel warm to the touch. On the contrary, it has the miraculous effect of healing wounds and warming the blood.

This kind of high-quality warm jade naturally has excellent effects.

"Of course..." She raised her eyes and glanced at Wu Bu's injured clone, thinking: "He is also good at dealing with ghosts."

Wu Bu rubbed the back of his head, "The warm jade bed is not as comfortable as the bed in my ghost house."

"Bed? Isn't it a coffin?" Xie Tingyu was at a loss for words and couldn't help complaining, "I don't even want to talk about your coffin. Can you make it more beautiful? A crystal coffin is fine, but can you not use bright red?"

Xie Tingyu had always been indifferent to him, but this time he started talking for a long time. Wu Bu was slightly stunned. As he listened, he felt that Xie Tingyu was getting a little excited. He smiled and nodded, "What's wrong with a red coffin? As long as I feel comfortable, that's good."

Wu Bu's clone was damaged so badly by the warm jade bed that only a very blurry shadow remained.

He turned his head and said, "Thank you, Tingyu."

Xie Tingyu was still a little unaccustomed to Wu Bu calling her name. She raised her eyes lazily and swung her legs on the bed. "What can I do for you?"

"As for the treasure of the ghost mansion, if you can't find it, don't dwell on it. If you have already found traces of it, remember... sometimes, even if it is called a treasure, it is not really a treasure."

"Can I mention this to the Ghost Lord?" Xie Tingyuyan smiled and asked casually.

Both of them knew that this sentence was a test for both parties.

Wu Bu said nothing, and his shadow suddenly dispersed.

A gentle laugh echoed in the house, carried by the cold wind until it gradually faded away.

The ghost spirit was taken away with him, the white candle suddenly went out, and the room returned to silence.

Xie Tingyu touched the Xuanyuan Knife beside him expressionlessly, and he felt more confident. After a long while, Xie Tingyu suddenly laughed, "It's far away and now it's right in front of me. The scope was too large before, but now, what's the difference between this and telling me directly?"

The bone bell hanging around her neck rang without wind, and the crisp sound calmed Xie Tingyu's mood.

She sighed to herself, "It's just that the treasure is not a treasure. What does that guy from Wu Bu want to say to me?"

The ghost mansion treasure that had disappeared like a cloud from the beginning to the end suddenly showed its whereabouts, but the truth has not yet surfaced.

What murderous intent is lurking beneath the seemingly calm surface of the water?

Tianxing Chixiao was taken back by Xie Tingyu, and the red sword energy surrounded the courtyard of Xie Tingyu's mansion for half the night.

The red sword light brightened the sky, and the ground was covered in red. Blood-red descended upon the earth. The passing disciples of Xuan Yuntian stopped to look, and finally chose to bypass it.

This scene of hers attracted countless disciples to stop by. Xie Tingyu could feel that after the sword light faded, more and more eyes were on her outside.

She broke the seal that had been suppressed in her body for a long time, and her spiritual energy flowed through her meridians, and her cultivation level rose rapidly.

He broke free from the shackles and broke through the barrier of cultivation from the first to the second level of Floating World Jade. His momentum increased continuously, almost without stopping, and he leaped into the fourth level in one leap.

Her breakthrough was from the first level to the fourth level, which can be said to be as easy as drinking water.

In the past two hundred years, apart from Wen Zhiyu, whose cultivation speed was comparable to hers, no one else dared to compare with her.

I can only look up to them.

Being left far behind by these arrogant people.

Her movement was quite loud and soon attracted discussion among Xuan Yuntian's disciples.

"In less than a year, he has ascended from a mortal to the fourth level of the Floating World Jade. This kind of talent is really... something that no one can envy."

Cheng Yan passed by and heard the disciples discussing. One of the disciples looked somewhat familiar to her, and her tone was filled with undisguised praise.

She raised her voice, "Master Xie's talent has been revealed from the very beginning, whether it is taming the divine sword Chixiao, possessing the star disk talent, or learning ghost spells, these are the best proofs, but you just don't want to believe it."

Cheng Yan has always had a bad temper. She had never praised anyone before, but now she was full of pride. Several disciples looked at each other and then saluted as peers. "That's right, Senior Sister Cheng."

The next day, when Xie Tingyu was about to go to the library, he heard two disciples hurrying by. One of them said happily, "I heard that Master Wen is holding a Dharma discussion meeting. Let's go and take a look. By the way, he can teach us how to perform the third move of the Sky Cloud Sword Technique to break through this bottleneck."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu silently changed direction.

"The weather is bad today, not suitable for reading." She murmured to herself.

A disciple who knew her wanted to greet her, but after hearing this, he frowned and looked at the sky, "What's wrong with the weather? It's a sunny day with no clouds in sight."

When the disciple came to his senses, Xie Tingyu had disappeared.

Another day, Xie Tingyu Baiwulai walked down from the martial arts arena carrying Tianxing Chixiao. Zuo Zicheng saw her on the road and said in a long voice, "It's Junior Uncle Xie. The old man Yunheng Jianzun asked you to go over. I sent you a message to Yunting but you didn't reply. I was just looking for you."

Xie Tingyu said "hmm", "I was practicing sword just now, where is Master?"

"Of course, he is at Jianxing Peak. Yunheng Sword Master is discussing matters with Uncle Master Wen."

"Oh, tell Master that I need to practice for a while." Xie listened to Yu Sihua's evasive words. She turned around with her sword in hand and went back to the martial arts arena.

Zuo Zicheng was confused, but he took a deep look at her back and sighed: "Even a genius is hardworking, how can I waste my time?"

"Thank you, Junior Master! Take me with you!"