Chapter nine hundred and forty seventh traces appear (1)
In the dense forest of the "Holy Demon Palace", the white-haired young man and the beautiful woman were still sitting cross-legged under the big tree. The two of them went out to explore the sect-protecting formation a few days ago, but they still found nothing unusual.
Although this made them a little surprised, after a few days of continuous observation, nothing unusual happened anymore, so they had no choice but to give up.
In the afternoon of this day, the white-haired young man who was meditating opened his eyes again. Although there was impatience on his face, there was also a trace of doubt.
"Well, why are things always happening lately? What happened to Daoyu?"
After more than ten breaths, Daoyu's tired voice came from outside the dense forest.
"Dao Yu has something urgent to ask to see the Great Elder. This matter is very important. I hope the Great Elder can grant a meeting!"
"Who could hurt him to this extent..."
The white-haired young man was very surprised, but when his cultivation reached his level, there were very few things that could move him. Although the other party disturbed his cultivation, he still spoke calmly.
"Come in!"
The beautiful woman under another big tree in the distance made no movement at all, as if she was a stone statue that had remained unchanged through the ages.
Soon, in the surge of rich milky white spiritual energy, Daoyu's figure flew over quickly.
At this moment, he had put on a new set of white robes, still looking handsome and free.
But in the eyes of the white-haired young man, this was not what he saw. Daoyu's right eye looked very hollow and lifeless, and his aura was also weak.
Everything Daoyu is showing now may be normal in the eyes of Yuanying monks.
But it was useless in front of the white-haired young man. He could see at a glance that Daoyu's body was obviously damaged, and that right eye was re-condensed with magic power.
Daoyu arrived in such a hurry that he only had time to change into a robe. Although he lost his right eye and used magical powers to re-concentrate it, it did not truly integrate with his body.
The white-haired young man was still sitting cross-legged under the big tree, just looking at Dao Yu quietly and not asking any more questions.
"Daoyu paid a visit to the two elders. The disciple has something important to report. Zhao Min is missing!"
When Daoyu arrived in front of the white-haired young man, he immediately knelt down on his knees. After respectfully eating his head three times, he did not get up and just said his intention directly.
His words made the originally calm Supreme Elder of the "Holy Demon Palace" feel a little moved, and his body also shook slightly, and the big tree behind him began to sway in the calm wind.
At the same time, the beautiful woman in the distance who had been practicing with her eyes closed suddenly opened a pair of beautiful eyes and looked over with two rays of light shooting out of her eyes.
This made Dao Yu feel like a light on his back, and the pressure on his body doubled, but he did not dare to move.
Then two powerful divine consciousnesses instantly covered the entire "Holy Demon City". Without any cover, these two divine consciousnesses immediately alarmed many old monsters of the White Demon Clan, and each one of them was a little surprised.
"What are Mo Yu and Lan Bing going crazy about? Why are they suddenly using their spiritual consciousness to explore the entire 'Holy Demon City' without concealment!!"
"What big thing happened? Why didn't I sense the presence of foreign enemies? Mo Yu and Lan Bing suddenly burst into flames. What are you doing with your breath..."
"..."
These two spiritual consciousnesses disappeared as quickly as they disappeared. They disappeared like a sea wave in an instant.
"She is really not in the palace, her breath has completely disappeared!"
"Not even in the Holy Demon City! Daoyu, tell me, what's going on?"
The beautiful woman also shook her head, and the white-haired young man stared at Dao Yu with cold eyes. Zhao Min was not strong in cultivation, but her identity was extremely special.
Daoyu swallowed his dry throat and began to narrate with a trembling voice.
Being stared at by two super strong men, even though he knew that he was the most valued direct disciple of the Great Elder, nothing unexpected would happen.
But the invisible pressure in the eyes of these two people made Daoyu feel like he was standing naked in the ice and snow when he was a child, lonely and helpless.
Soon, he told what happened, without daring to conceal anything.
"You said that Zhao Min left the palace a few days ago and then disappeared into the city for no reason?"
The cold voice of the white-haired young man came over, without any emotion, so Daoyu didn't know whether the elder of the clan was angry or not.
"Yes, it's been four days!"
"The space magic weapon, his judgment should be correct!"
A crisp and sweet sound suddenly sounded, like an oriole flying out of a dense forest, and a gorgeous woman suddenly interrupted.
"Let's go over and take a look!"
The white-haired young man suddenly stood up. Zhao Min had been cultivated by them at a huge cost. He was the core disciple of the "Holy Demon Palace" and an important disciple who had the chance to advance to become a god.
How could they sit idly by and ignore this matter? The next moment, Dao Yu only felt that his body was being pressed by a hand on his shoulder.
Then, in an instant, he appeared outside the "Holy Demon Palace", and the figure of a beautiful woman followed the white-haired young man.
"Where is that place?"
The white-haired young man glanced sideways at Daoyu.
In the courtyard where Li Yan lived before, Daoyu put up layers of forbidden protection, but at a certain moment, three figures suddenly appeared in the courtyard without any warning.
Daoyu's restrictions had no warning or response at all, as if they didn't exist at all.
The white-haired young man had already let go of Dao Yu. He and the beautiful woman arrived in front of the pit in one step. His clear black and white eyes suddenly turned into endless black holes in a strange way.
In the black hole, there are two white yin-yang fish, one positive and one negative, spinning rapidly inside.
The gorgeous woman on the side just stared at the abyss. With her senior brother taking action, she didn't have to interfere any more, she could just wait.
Daoyu behind him didn't even have an air of dignity.
Dare to come out, he stood with his hands down and secretly glanced ahead, hope already ignited in his heart.
"Boy, I will beg the Great Elder to hand you over to me when the time comes. Just wait for me!"
None of the three people spoke. For a moment, the courtyard was eerily silent, and Daoyu could hear his own heartbeat.
Time was passing rapidly, and when half a quarter of an hour passed, the white-haired young man's eyes suddenly froze with a pair of white yin-yang fish.
He suddenly raised his hand and made a slight move, and a grain of dust smaller than a grain of sand broke through the layers of soil and flew straight up from the bottom of the pit.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it was in the hands of the white-haired young man. The white-haired young man pinched the dust with two fingers and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.
The gorgeous woman on one side swept her mind towards the dust without any scruples.
"Is this the thing? It feels like real dirt and dust, no different."
The gorgeous woman did not use any other magical powers, but her spiritual consciousness was extremely powerful and she could easily detect any abnormality.
It's just that the dust held by the white-haired young man's fingers seemed to her to be a very ordinary dust, exuding a pure earthy aura, and she couldn't tell what it had to do with the rules of space.
“You’ll know if you take a look!”
The white-haired young man's cold voice came out. He was very confident in his "Chaos Demonic Eyes" and did not think that he would make mistakes.
However, he also had a strong interest in this space magic weapon. He seemed to have found it without much effort just now, but in fact he had already used the power of many rules that monks had only heard of in legends.
As he spoke, white light erupted from the tips of his two slender fingers. However, he was also controlling his power, fearing that he would crush the dirt in one go.
Then Zhao Min among them may be shattered into nothingness by the space turbulence in an instant. He is now determining whether this dust is a space magic weapon.
The next moment, a scene that surprised him and the beautiful woman happened.
When the white-haired young man's magic power was running, the white light burst out and collapsed in an instant.
At the same time, the white-haired young man felt a sharp pain in his fingertips, just like a mortal trying to crush a hard stone.
"Um?"
The white-haired young man was stunned, and a hint of surprise appeared on his expression that had not changed for thousands of years.
Although it was not surprising that he identified this speck of dust as what he was looking for, the result was far beyond his expectation.
With his seemingly casual pinch, even the early Yuanying monks would turn into a rain of blood in an instant under this power.
He then concentrated his magic power again, and this time the white light on his fingertips became softer and softer.
But it was this soft white light that made Daoyu behind him feel the space around him tightening, and he could no longer move at all. This time, after the white light flashed, it did not collapse like before, but as a few breaths passed, the white-haired young man's expression became more and more solemn.
Because not only was there no damage to the speck of dust between his fingers, but it also had no abnormality.
It was like a dead object, unresponsive. At this time, his strength was still increasing, 30%, 40%, 50%...
If he hadn't controlled his own power extremely well and concentrated it at one point, this power would have leveled the "Holy Demon City" within a radius of thousands of miles in an instant.
It is estimated that in addition to turning on the "Holy Demon Palace" protective formation to resist, the other first-class sects in the city would be wiped out in an instant even if all their sect-protecting formations were superimposed.
Not only was the white-haired young man's face extremely solemn, but the beautiful woman beside him also had a heart that was as cold as ice. She finally spoke after sensing that the white-haired young man was getting stronger.
"Senior brother, this is a treasure that can only be opened in other ways."
As she opened her mouth, the white light in the white-haired young man's hand quickly disappeared.
Daoyu didn't understand the meaning of the second elder's words, but the white-haired young man knew that he couldn't continue to increase his magic power.
Once his strength exceeds 60%, the rules of heaven and earth will be triggered, and he will be directly squeezed out of the Lost Continent, and at the same time, a great disaster will befall him.
What's more, even if he could crush the dust later, he might not be able to perfectly control the power to keep Zhao Min inside it alive. This was not the result he wanted.
At the same time, he also agreed with the beautiful woman's words. This is a treasure, a rare treasure in the world.
Even he has never seen a magic weapon of this level. Not to mention the "Holy Demon Palace", maybe including the Black Demon Clan, there may not be anyone in the entire Forgotten Continent who can refine such a magic weapon.
When he used 60% of his magic power, this magic weapon did not produce any defensive power, and it remained unremarkable.
The more this happens, the more solemn the white-haired young man becomes, which shows that his power is not enough to activate the defensive restrictions of this magic weapon.
The white-haired young man and the beautiful woman looked at each other, and they both saw horror and joy in each other's eyes that they had never seen in thousands of years...
In the dense forest of the "Holy Demon Palace", the white-haired young man and the beautiful woman were looking intensely into the air, where a grain of mud that was barely visible to the naked eye was floating there.
Daoyu had already been sent back to his cave. Unfortunately, he now knew nothing about what happened before. His memory of the past few days was wiped out in an instant, and a lot of content was tampered with.
In his memory, he has been recovering from his injuries since he came out of the secret realm.
One of his eyes was stabbed by a black demon Nascent Soul monk during the last battle out of the secret realm, and he suffered serious injuries as a result.
In addition, regarding Zhao Min, he remembered that the Great Elder had asked Zhao Min to enter seclusion a few days ago and asked him not to disturb Zhao Min's spiritual cultivation for a period of time.
