Mysterious mirror hanging high

"How can this be so embarrassing..."

Jing Yu secretly thought that was quite considerate, but he still declined, "The main force in this battle is still Brother Han and Brother Yuwen. I am just a distraction. How can I afford two spiritual fruits?"

"I'll just take one, and Brother Han and Brother Yuwen will each take two."

"Xiao Yan has the support of the Yuwen family, so he has no shortage of spiritual resources for forming a core. Brother Han and Xuan Jing don't have prominent backgrounds, so they can be of use."

Yuwen Xiaoyan waved his hand domineeringly: "It's settled! The three of us are all members of Tianming Tower, so we should help each other..."

"No need to refuse." Han Ping suddenly said, "You two can each take two Xuan Teng Zhu Fruits. I want one, plus this fruit vine..."

Yuwen Xiaoyan asked curiously, "Brother Han, this fruit vine can't survive for long without the spiritual spring. Even if you really have a suitable alternative spring, it will take another three hundred years for this vine to produce another fruit... Do you want to wait another three hundred years?"

"Haha, I'm very interested in the cultivation of this rare elixir. I'm just trying to grow it. Maybe I can learn something from it." Han Ping said with a smile.

Yuwen Xiaoyan shook his head: "I don't understand you. If that's the case, then I won't push it back with you."

Han Ping stepped forward and cut off the fruit vine, and put it in a jade box. Then several people carefully checked the cave again to confirm that no rare treasures were missed, and then they walked out.

"It's been over ten days now. I wonder how the charging of the Inheritance Palace in Langhuoshan is going? Has the palace gate been opened?"

Yu Wen Xiaoyan shook his head upon hearing this: "Based on the previous progress, it won't be that fast. I think it will take at least three months."

"I've encountered quite a few demonic cultivators these past few days. I guess quite a few cultivators have entered the world outside the blessed land."

Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that Master Baoding forced us to come in just to ensure that he could open the Heritage Palace. He had no other plans."

"As long as more evil cultivators continue to enter the blessed land, I think it won't be too difficult to gather the souls needed for the inheritance palace. We won't have to attack the cultivators of the four major sects and the Yellow Wind Valley."

"Hey! That's the logic..." Yuwen Xiaoyan sneered, "It actually allowed these sect disciples to escape a disaster."

Jing Yu was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He flipped his hand and took out a broken jade pendant from his storage bag.

"Yuan Xi crushed the jade pendant I gave her?"

Jing Yu frowned. "It's not a life-or-death crisis, otherwise the yellow jade pendant would have been broken... I just encountered a difficult decision."

Although Zhao Yuanxi is young, he is a person who understands the world well. He has handled everything properly in the past. If he had not encountered something big, he would never come to disturb Jing Yu.

"Brother Han, Brother Yuwen, my niece's granddaughter crushed the jade pendant to warn people. I'm afraid something happened at Langhushan Mountain. I'm a little worried, so I'd better go back and take a look."

Han Ping nodded and said, "Zhao Yuanxi? I ​​have some impression of her. Your niece is quite alert. If something really happens, we can go back together to recover."

The three of them set up their escape lights and flew past at low altitude.

Han Ping and Yuwen Xiaoyan are both in the late stage of foundation building, and their escape speed is the fastest among the foundation building cultivators. Jing Yu has a pair of wings of a howling wind eagle to assist him, and his flying speed is not inferior to that of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and he can barely keep up.

The three of them hurried and it took them several hours to get back to Langhuo Mountain. As soon as they got back, they saw Zhao Yuanxi at the foot of the mountain, looking into the distance with a serious expression on his face.

The three of them retracted their escape lights and landed in front of Zhao Yuanxi.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Yuanxi's face was filled with joy. He stepped forward, bowed, and greeted the three people. Then he spoke concisely without any nonsense:

"My Lords, two major events have occurred during this period."

"First, the [Forbidden Martial Arts Restriction] at the foot of Langhuo Mountain is gradually weakening. The suppression on the cultivators is no longer as strong as it was a few days ago. Meanwhile, the [Forbidden Martial Arts Restriction] at the Heritage Palace Square at the top of the mountain is almost gone, and we can now fight freely!"

"If the restrictions continue to weaken at this rate, in a month or two, there won't be any completely safe areas left in the entire blessed land."

Jing Yu and the other two looked at each other and asked, "What's the second big thing?"

Zhao Yuanxi's expression was heavy. "Secondly, the flame decoration in front of the Heritage Palace has been charging much faster since six or seven days ago... This means that the death rate of cultivators and monsters in the blessed land has greatly increased!"

"But we still have no clue about this matter. Who is responsible? Are most of the dead monsters or cultivators? We don't know anything."

Zhao Yuanxi sighed, "Most of the cultivators remaining in the safe area at the foot of Langhu Mountain are skilled cultivators with little ambition or fighting ability. The [Forbidden Martial Arts] is slowly weakening, and a mysterious organization has emerged, madly slaughtering cultivators and demonic beasts. These two things combined have caused some panic among the cultivators at the foot of the mountain."

"What if the [Forbidden Weapons] here completely disappears? And that group of mysterious monks who are killing madly arrive at the foot of Mount Langhu? The consequences will be unimaginable..."

"Go and see!"

Jing Yu grabbed Zhao Yuanxi and went to the top of the mountain with Han Ping and Yuwen Xiaoyan. Sure enough, they saw that the flame pattern at the entrance of the inheritance fairy palace was flashing wildly, and it continued to rise almost non-stop. Now it was almost 40% charged!

"What kind of immortal is this?" Jing Yu asked with a frown.

After all, Yuwen Xiaoyan was considered a middle- to high-level executive of the Yuwen family, so he naturally knew the distribution of power in the Yunchuan region best. Jing Yu naturally asked him questions.

But Yuwen Xiaoyan, who had been full of confidence before, couldn't help but hesitate at this moment:

"It's unlikely to be cultivators from the four major sects. If they wanted to massacre, they would have started as soon as they entered the blessed land. Besides... Qin Zhiling, Qiu Zhiyun and the others alone don't have the ability to do it."

"Even if you really have this ability, you still have to consider my eldest brother's face, right? Don't you want to enter the Yuwen family?"

"The Yellow Wind Valley is unlikely either. I haven't heard of any outstanding figures of their generation worth noting. There are probably one or two, but they are just ordinary Golden Core Seeds."

"As for the direct descendants of the surrounding Jindan families? That's even more impossible."

Han Ping interrupted, "You have to know that those Jindan aristocratic families often only have one Jindan early stage True Person in charge. The one or two direct descendants in the family are the only hope for continuing the Jindan cycle. They want to hold them in their hearts and dare not let them out to seek opportunities..."

"Is it possible that it is one or several evil cultivators who entered the blessed land in recent days?" Jing Yu asked.

"That shouldn't be the case." Yuwen Xiaoyan said, "Those stray dogs wanted by the righteous forces of Yunchuan Territory are not that powerful. It's just that their ability to save their lives is too strong, so they have been at large until now."

Dangdangdang——

Just as a few people were guessing, a pocket-sized bronze bell on Yuwen Xiaoyan's waist suddenly rang.

Yuwen Xiaoyan's expression changed. "Not good! A direct descendant of the Yuwen family has issued a warning within a thousand miles... They're in a life-or-death crisis!"

"Direct descendant of the Yuwen family?"

Jing Yu and Han Ping looked at each other. In the Langhuo Blessed Land today, apart from Yuwen Xiaoyan in front of them, there was only one person left who could be considered a direct descendant of the Yuwen family.

Yuwen Xiaojin!