Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The desolation and remoteness of the desert is fate, and the sword welcoming the prosperity and splendor is also fate. The origin of fate is inexplicable, and the end of fate is wonderful!

Shen Yichen had never thought that he would go in and out three times when he stepped into the vast desert. Now he had inexplicably entered the Sword-Winging Holy City, and the holy city had been closed and opened three times, but it had not been opened for the third time.

The third time Ouyang Zhengxiong closed Jianying Holy City was really sudden and without any reason. He stopped all the cultivators and martial artists who came to Jianying Holy City from all directions outside the holy city.

Of course, some people have the ability to sneak in, but the Ouyang family suddenly and inexplicably closed the Holy City, leaving the people in the world of cultivation confused, and they were worried that it would be easy to get in but difficult to get out!

When the two semi-emperor swords of Jianying Holy City were ringing with the sky, two people entered from the north of Jianying Holy City, hiding in the ordinary crowd. Not long after the two people came in, Jianying Holy City was closed.

The two people were the masked Yuyao and the storyteller Wanning. Wanning must have felt the sword energy. She frowned slightly, glanced at the masked Yuyao beside her, and said softly:

"Sister Yuyao, please go back to Yuyao Building first. I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"

After the girl Wan Ning finished speaking, she flew up and disappeared.

The masked Yu Yao was stunned on the spot, because the girl Wan Ning's body movements and cultivation were too weird!

The masked Yu Yao could only describe it as "weird" in her heart, because she didn't believe that Wan Ning could be so powerful. In just the blink of an eye, she disappeared!

The masked Yuyao frowned and muttered to herself:

"Why is this girl so weird? I never noticed it before!"

The masked Yu Yao was actually not familiar with Wan Ning. She only knew that she was the storyteller beside the Taoist priest. The two had always called each other sisters and had a good relationship.

Masked Yu Yao turned around and looked at the gate of Jianying Holy City that had just been closed, as well as the patrolling guards. She was a little confused and didn't understand what tricks Ouyang Zhengxiong was playing. She whispered to herself:

"Fortunately, we didn't waste time, otherwise we would have been stopped outside!"

The reason why the masked Yu Yao was in a hurry to travel was because she knew that Yu Yao Tower was under siege, while other cultivators from the Jiuyin Yunluo Pavilion were stopped outside the Jianying Holy City.

Of course, these people deliberately slowed down their pace. First, there were still a few days before the Holy Sword came into the world. Second, the Sword Welcome Holy City had been opened and closed twice, which made everyone feel confused, but also reached a consensus!

Jianying Holy City is a place of right and wrong!

Everyone is waiting to see what happens!

There is an inn not far from the north gate of the Holy City, named Xiankelou. In the past two days, it has been filled with people from the martial arts world of cultivation, mainly from the Zixia Sect and the Yanyue Sect, as well as other cultivators from Manghuang. They did not make an appointment, it was just a coincidence. However, it is also good this way, so that they can take care of each other.

In a guest room in Xianke Tower, Ning Menghuan was gazing at the towering Jianying Holy City from afar, drinking wine with a smile on his face.

Ning Menghuan felt like she hadn't been in the martial arts world for a long time. Actually, she hadn't been in the martial arts world for a long time. Zixia Sect was a small sect in Manghuang. It had had good relations with various sects in Yingzhou since ancient times. The Ouyang family held such a grand event and sent out an invitation, so of course Ning Menghuan had to come.

The same situation applies to other righteous sects in Manghuang!

Ning Menghuan understood Ouyang Zhengxiong's actions. This was the territory of the Ouyang family. With so many cultivators and martial artists suddenly pouring in, it was normal for them to establish authority and rules. Otherwise, it would easily lead to chaos.

But Ning Menghuan was really worried, because the news coming out of the Holy City was too explosive. Lingyun Mountain, Ouyang Villa, and Xuankong Mountain, the three core areas of the Ouyang family, were all invaded within a few days. She vaguely felt that the things happening in Jianying Holy City might not be simple!

"Hey, a grand event, what is a grand event? It's something that is very popular at the moment, but what happens after that?"

Ning Menghuan picked up the wine jug in his hand and drank it all. Then he smiled and said to himself:

"What's wrong with me? I didn't drink too much, so why am I hurt?"

Ning Menghuan turned to look at Lu Jiayao lying on the bed in the room, shook her head helplessly, and said softly:

"Girl, if you can't drink, then don't drink. You've been drunk for two days!"

There was another reason why Ning Menghuan lived in Xianke Tower. Her apprentice Lu Jiayao had been sleeping for two days and could not be woken up no matter how she called him.

Ning Menghuan didn't know what was going on. She checked Lu Jiayao's body and found nothing unusual, except that she smelled of alcohol, which lingered for a long time!

Ning Menghuan thought that Lu Jiayao was really drunk, because this was the first time she saw Lu Jiayao drink so much.

Lv Jiayao was really drunk, but she was drunk in her dream. She was drunk not only with the wine, but also with the endless mysterious skills. What a pity! Lv Jiayao herself didn't know, and Ning Menghuan certainly didn't know either.

"Master, someone sent a letter!"

Someone was knocking on the door outside Ning Menghuan's guest room.

Ning Menghuan was stunned when she heard this. She was quite surprised that someone sent her a letter! She said softly:

"come in!"

Ning Menghuan looked at the letter in his hand, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper! After a long time, he whispered:

"Tell your uncle-master to take good care of Jiayao. I'll be back soon!"

Ning Menghuan walked out of Xiankeju and rode north on horseback, even though they had just come from the north!

Ning Menghuan still held the wine jug in her hand. Like the old beggar, she really loved drinking Manghuang's Qisongxiang, which was strong and mellow.

There is a temple in the north of Jianying Holy City, named Shenya Temple. This temple is abandoned because it was built in the crack of a cliff, but it is very famous.

It's so conspicuous! From a distance, it looks like a hanging temple. Although there is no one in the temple, there is a small temple at the foot of the cliff below the Shenya Temple, which is very popular.

Ning Menghuan headed north, and after seeing Shenya Temple, he turned around and headed towards it.

Actually, Ning Menghuan didn't have to come, because she was not interested in the agreement in the letter. But after all, that was the Purple Jade Mysterious Ring that all the leaders of Zixia Sect had been looking for, so she just regarded it as her duty as the leader of Zixia Sect!

Ning Menghuan stopped the horse at the bottom of the cliff where Shenya Temple was located, looked up at the temple hanging in the air, frowned slightly, shook her head, took another sip of Qisongxiang, flew up, and went straight into Shenya Temple. Of course, she had never been here before.

Ning Menghuan landed at the entrance of the main hall. There was indeed someone inside, and he was kneeling.

Ning Menghuan was stunned for a moment and took a look at the gods in the temple. There was nothing there but a spirit tablet with four words written on it: Goddess Zixia!

Ning Menghuan didn't know who the Purple Cloud Goddess was. She looked at the person kneeling and asked softly:

"Is this the letter you wrote to me?"

"Master Ning, you don't even kneel down and kowtow when you see the spirit tablet of our ancestor? Isn't that too rude?"

The kneeling person did not turn around or stand up, and his voice was low and cold!

Ning Menghuan was startled when she heard that. She looked up at the spirit tablet of Goddess Zixia. The spirit tablet was obviously not new. It exuded an air of vicissitudes and antiquity. It was definitely not something made by the person in front of her on the spur of the moment!

But what does this have to do with her ancestor? The ancestor of Zixia Sect is called Fairy Zixia!

"Who are you? Why did you ask me to come here?"

Ning Menghuan took another sip of wine. She did not act rashly. The person in front of her was obviously not a simple person!

"Fairy Zixia's original title is Fairy Zixia, but Sect Master Ning seems to be unaware of this!"

Of course Ning Menghuan didn't know that when the Purple Xia Goddess of the Murong clan in Youzhou fled to Youzhou, she stayed here for one night. She left all of the Purple Xia Goddess's past here and transformed herself into the Purple Xia Fairy and entered the Manghuang.

Actually, the Goddess Zixia wanted to go to Wuheng Peak, but without the Purple Jade Mysterious Ring, she felt guilty towards her ancestors, so she hid her identity in Manghuang and founded the Zixia Sect.

However, Fairy Zixia did not forget to look for the Purple Jade Ring. Every leader of the Zixia Sect had the responsibility to find the Purple Jade Ring, but a thousand years had passed and this mission became less and less important.

Ning Menghuan is a free and easy sect leader. How could she be bound by this inexplicable mission?

"Are you going to tell me or not? What's your intention? If you don't tell me, I'm leaving!"

Ning Menghuan was drinking. Although he said this, he was very curious in his heart and whispered to himself:

"Is this Zixia Goddess's spirit tablet really that of the ancestor?"

The kneeling man stood up and turned to look at Ning Menghuan.

Ning Menghuan was stunned for a moment. She had seen this person before, but she was a little hesitant to recognize him.

"Master Ning, you don't recognize me. We met several times in Yanquan before!"

Ning Menghuan took a step back involuntarily and said softly:

"Are you Murong Rongbo? Why are you missing one eye?"

Ning Menghuan knew Murong Lunbo when he was young, but he was not one-eyed at that time.

"Sect Master Ning is still like an old drunkard, he loves to drink strong liquor!"

The person kneeling in Shenya Temple was Murong Rongbo!

"Master Murong, what do you mean? We are not familiar with each other, right?"

Ning Menghuan doesn't like Murong Lunbo. When he was young, the light in this man's eyes was very gloomy, and it hasn't changed even when he got old. He is not free and easy at all!

Murong Yanbo was actually a little disappointed, because Ning Menghuan didn't even know about Purple Cloud Goddess, so perhaps she didn't know about Purple Jade Mysterious Ring either. He asked directly:

"Does Zixia Sect know the whereabouts of the Purple Jade Mysterious Ring?"

Ning Menghuan's expression changed when he heard this, and he said in a cold voice:

"How do you know the secret of my sect?"

Murong Yanbo smiled slightly, pointed at the spirit tablet and said:

"Purple Cloud Goddess actually came from the Murong family of Youzhou a thousand years ago!"

Ning Menghuan laughed when he heard that!

"Hehe... I don't know her! Patriarch Murong asked me to come here, isn't he here to tell me a story?"

Ning Menghuan actually believed it a little in her heart, because Murong Yanbo mentioned the name of Purple Jade Mysterious Ring, and outsiders should not know it!

Murong Yanbo sighed. He realized that the Purple Jade Mysterious Ring was really not in the Zixia Sect. He asked again:

"Does Zixia Sect really not know the whereabouts of the Purple Jade Mysterious Ring?"

Ning Menghuan did not respond, but took two more sips of wine, pondered for a while, and asked:

"Does Patriarch Murong know that there is a vast ocean in Yingzhou?"

Murong Yanbo was stunned when he heard this, and quickly recalled that he had heard or seen this name before, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Ning Menghuan flew down and left Shenya Temple.

"The Purple Jade Mysterious Ring is in the vast ocean, but I don't know where the vast ocean is in Yingzhou!"

The cold sun enters the divine cliff.

Murong Yanbo stood in Shenya Temple, looking at the distant clouds and the receding figure, muttering to himself:

"Could what she said be true? The Haohai is where the Demon Emperor is sealed!"