Since both husband and wife are elders of the "Lingxiao Holy Land", Zhong Wuyan's house in the Holy Land is extremely spacious, and there are countless vacant rooms.
At this time, in a certain guest room in the house, Zhong Wen was leaning lazily on an armchair with his legs crossed. His posture was somewhat similar to that of a bald movie star in his previous life.
Facing the wall facing him, Tan Shaojie, the elder of the Holy Land, sat slumped.
At this time, Tan Shaojie's face was pale, his eyes were unfocused, his breathing was rapid, and his whole person looked languid and without any vitality.
"Having said that, what's going on with exploring the ruins of the 'Fire King Gate' this time?" Zhong Wen adjusted his posture and put his hands behind his head, looking even more lazy.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Tan Shaojie's eyes were full of hatred and he replied in a stiff tone.
"Didn't you stop asking yourself? This exploration is a trap." Zhong Wen stretched out his right hand and tapped the wooden table beside him with his index finger. "Let me tell you how to use the trap."
"I just hold a grudge against Wu Yan and deliberately use my words to annoy her." Tan Shaojie shook his head with difficulty, "The exploration of ruins is a prosperous era that the seven holy places jointly participate in. How can a little person like me know about it?"
"Oh? Really?" A hint of coquettishness flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "Is the Dark Temple also involved?"
"Of course, if there is no Dark Temple, how can we do this ruins exploration?" Tan Shaojie blurted out, "Those idiots in the Six Holy Lands really thought they had found the ruins of the 'Fire King Gate'. How ridiculous!"
"Oh, so where did they go this time?" Zhong Wen asked curiously.
He suddenly thought that he had not asked Saint Lingxiao about the location of the "Fire King Gate".
"It's just a ruin in the north of the Fulong Empire." Tan Shaojie sneered, "But it's not an ordinary ruin, it's the burial place of everyone in the Six Holy Lands!"
North of Fulong Empire?
Zhong Wen's heart trembled, and he realized that what Tan Shaojie said was true. This time's exploration of the ruins must be a trap.
Just because, according to the symbols in the "Ancient Sect Distribution Map" in his mind, the "Huohuang Sect", one of the seven ancient sects, is located in the north of the Daqian Empire, which is also the "Chi" that once caused a headache in the northern border of Daqian.
clan” territory.
He did not think that there was anything wrong with the map produced by the "Xinhua Zangjing Pavilion", so the "Fire Emperor Gate" in the north of the Fulong Empire was naturally a fake.
"What kind of trap has the Dark Temple set?" Zhong Wen's voice became softer and more hypnotic.
"This time, the three hall masters and the saints..." Tan Shaojie was suddenly stunned in the middle of his words, and then his whole body trembled, with fear and anger in his eyes, and he yelled hysterically, "You, what did you do to me?
?”
"I didn't do anything?" Zhong Wen looked innocent, a strange color flashed in his eyes again, and his voice sounded like gentle breeze and drizzle, "What's wrong with the Third Hall Master?"
"Three, the third hall master, he, he..." Tan Shaojie showed an expression of extreme suffering on his face, and suddenly shouted, "For the glory of the Dark Temple!"
Immediately, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his head tilted, and he quickly lost his breath.
not good!
Zhong Wen's expression changed, he suddenly jumped up from the chair, walked up to Tan Shaojie, and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.
"Isn't it good to be alive?"
After a long while, he sighed in frustration, "How can I witness the glory of the Dark Temple if I am dead?"
However, his sadness only lasted for more than ten breaths, so he cheered up, took out the "Xuantian Mirror" from his arms, and happily "used" Tan Shaojie's body.
After a moment, a bead shining with pale golden light appeared in his hand.
After solving the Tan Shaojie matter, Zhong Wen finally calmed down and began to carefully examine the words on the bookshelf panel of the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion":
"Complete Mission 2: Enlightenment is successful, please draw lots to obtain mission rewards: 1. Postpartum care for sows; 2. Collection of trendy hairstyles; 3. Great Formless Heavenly Treasure, the divine light of reincarnation and annihilation."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
Even though he knew that he had three chances to win the lottery, he still couldn't help but feel pain in his balls as he looked at the speechless options on the panel.
"The third one, the third one... Tian Lingling, Earth Lingling, we must draw the third one!"
His consciousness was firmly locked on option three, which sounded unclear and powerful. He spoke plausibly and silently said in his heart: "Draw lots!"
"Congratulations on getting the award: a collection of trendy hairstyles!"
"Me!@#￥%...&" Zhong Wen resisted the urge to curse and took deep breaths for half a moment. Then he managed to calm down and looked at the lottery panel again:
"Complete Mission 2: Successfully enlightened, please draw lots to obtain mission rewards: 1. Great Formless Heavenly Treasure Reincarnation and Destruction Divine Light; 2. Three Hundred Children's Songs; 3. Dragon and Phoenix Divine Source Sacred Heart Immortal Art"
"Don't want the second one, don't want the second one..."
Feeling that the names of this round of rewards were more domineering and majestic, Zhong Wen was greatly moved and kept mumbling in his mouth, silently repeating in his heart: "Draw lots!"
"Congratulations on getting the reward: 300 children's songs!"
"Clang!"
Unable to bear it anymore, Zhong Wen suddenly kicked out and kicked the wooden chair beside him, flying straight away and hitting the wall hard. Two of the four wooden legs were instantly broken.
"Junior brother, what's wrong?"
Ji Weizhu's concerned voice came from outside the door, like an oriole emerging from the valley, soft and sweet.
"No, it's nothing!" Zhong Wen then remembered that he was not in Qingfeng Mountain, but in Zhong Wuyan's house. He quickly calmed down and laughed dryly, "This guy refused to confess, and I got angry for a moment.
Just kill him."
Ji Weizhu outside seemed quite surprised and was silent for a moment before slowly asking: "Can I come in?"
Zhong Wen glanced at the wooden chair with broken legs on the ground, pondered for a moment, and finally did not refuse. Instead, he quickly walked to the door and opened it.
What caught the eye was Ji Weizhu's pretty face and graceful figure.
At this time, she had changed into a silver outfit, her skin was as white as snow, and she was graceful. The traces left by Tan Shaojie's whipping had long since disappeared. Her big bright eyes looked directly at Zhong Wen, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
color.
"Sister Ji, please come in." Zhong Wen stepped aside to make way.
Ji Weizhu moved her lotus feet and slowly walked into the room. Her beautiful eyes scanned around, but she found no trace of Tan Shaojie.
"My spiritual skills are a bit overbearing." Zhong Wen also realized the problem and quickly explained, "I can turn people into ashes without leaving any bones."
"Junior brother, didn't he recruit anything?"
Although she didn't see any "ashes" on the ground, Ji Weizhu was very sensible and did not go into details. Instead, she changed the topic and asked softly.
"That's not true." Zhong Wen scratched his head, "Although he didn't explain the details, there is no doubt that this time's exploration of the ruins is a trap set by the Dark Temple."
"Then, what should we do?" Ji Weizhu's pretty face turned pale and she said with worry, "Master, Master has been leaving for many days."
"Don't worry, I will go there myself." Zhong Wen comforted softly, "As long as the saint doesn't take action, I'm afraid no one in the Dark Temple can be my opponent. My uncle and the others will definitely be able to return safely."
"Junior brother, I have to trouble you again." Ji Weizhu was moved and unconsciously stretched out her snow-white catkins and held Zhong Wen's hand tightly, "I really don't know how to thank you."
So slippery!
Zhong Wen was held by her white jade hands, and such a thought flashed through his mind unconsciously.
"Thank you!" He quickly calmed down and said seriously, "He is not only your master, but also my uncle. Isn't it a matter of course to save people?"
Only then did Ji Weizhu realize that her behavior was too intimate, she couldn't help but blush slightly, and was about to withdraw her hands.
"Sister Ji, speaking of which, I need your help!" Zhong Wen suddenly said.
Immediately, he took Ji Weizhu's slender hand and placed it on his forehead.
"Junior brother, you, you..." Ji Weizhu did not expect that Zhong Wen would make such an abrupt move. He felt a hot manly breath coming from his forehead and palms. He wanted to shrink his hands, but was unable to do so.
arrive.
Could it be that, junior brother, he...
The disheveled scene when she faced Zhong Wen on the cliff suddenly came to mind. Her pink cheeks instantly turned red, her delicate body became weak for a while, and she fell into a state of confusion.
However, at this time, Zhong Wen did not notice her embarrassment and panic at all.
All his mind was immersed in the bookshelf panel in his mind.
"Complete Mission 2: Successfully Enlightenment, please draw lots to obtain mission rewards: 1. Postpartum care of sows; 2. The complete works of Harry Potter; 3. The Book of Love."
The first two rounds of drawings made Zhong Wen once again realize that he was a non-chief among non-chiefs, with the best of black hands. Faced with the shabby prizes in the third round of drawings, he finally gave up resistance and planned to use Ji Weizhu's help.
Luck, to help you achieve a counterattack.
He didn't know what Ji Weizhu's luck was, but he still calculated that he would not be worse than himself who could get "Three Hundred Children's Songs" from the cracks.
"Congratulations on getting the reward: The Book of Love!"
"call!"
When Zhong Wen saw that he had finally successfully avoided the "Sow" and "Harry Potter", he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He secretly thought that anyone he picked up on the road would have luck countless times better than his own.
At this time, the task text on the lottery panel changed again:
"Task 2: Collect three innate spiritual treasures and get three lucky draw opportunities;"
Glancing at the newly released task, Zhong Wen knew that it could not be completed in a short time, so he stopped worrying about it, let go of Ji Weizhu's silky little hand, smiled slightly and said: "Thank you! Without further ado, I'll go for a walk to the north.
Let’s go to my aunt, please tell Sister Ji, please!”
After that, he turned around gracefully, strode out of the room, and quickly disappeared from sight, leaving only Ji Weizhu with a blushing face standing there blankly, her eyes blurred, biting her lips, and did not do so for a long time.
He moved, wondering what he was thinking.
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The desert area to the north of the Fulong Empire stretches so vastly that it can never end as far as the eye can see.
At first glance, there is no strange color in the boundless yellow sand. If people want to walk among it, they will not be able to identify the direction at all without special tools or riding a desert spirit beast called a "camel beast".
Lock position.
However, at a certain small sand dune, an unknown distance beneath the sand layer, there was a completely different scene.
Here, it turns out to be an extremely empty and extremely wide huge cave. It is roughly estimated that it can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people.
In the center of the cave, spiritual patterns shining with deep purple light spread out and spread until they were close to the edge of the cave.
The farthest end of the spiritual pattern is connected to spiritual crystals that emit a faint gleam of light.
The surroundings of such a wide cave are completely covered by spiritual crystals. The number is far beyond the limit that any wealthy family can imagine.
The spiritual power continued to flow toward the center along the lines of the spiritual lines. Countless spiritual energy floated into the air and turned into thick fog, making it impossible for the people in the cave to see far.
It was actually a majestic and huge spiritual pattern array with a scale beyond imagination!
At this time, there are dozens of figures trapped in the formation, standing or lying down, sitting or lying down. Everyone has a serious expression and an angry face, and many people have a little fear in their eyes.
color.
If there are people from the Seven Holy Lands here, they can easily identify that the dozens of people trapped in the spirit pattern array are Wendao Academy, Bingji Island, Tianjian Villa, Lingxiao Holy Land, Qixing Pavilion and Si
The elite experts sent by the six holy places of Cliff to participate in the exploration of the "Fire King Gate" ruins.
Everyone among them has at least the spiritual cultivation level.
If these dozens of people were put into the secular world, they would undoubtedly be a destructive force, able to look around and be invincible, capable of subverting any country or political power in the world.
However, such a group of terrifying characters seemed helpless in the spiritual pattern formation. Not only could they not escape from the formation, they seemed to be under unimaginable pressure.
"Damn Dark Temple!"
Jian Xingluo from "Tianjian Villa" punched the ground with his hands, and kept releasing powerful spiritual power from his palms, trying to resist the pressure from the formation. His face was pale, sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, but he cursed loudly in his mouth,
"When I get out, I will fight to the place of chaos to make you look good!"
"Old Jian, can you be quiet for a while?" The speaker was Old Monster Yan from "Si Cliff". "No matter how loud you shout, can you still break this formation?"
"I'm happy, do you care?" Jian Xingluo gave him a fierce look, "If you have the ability, you can break this formation. If you don't, don't talk nonsense!"
"What the hell..."
"You two, now we share the same hatred, and it is time for us to work together to find a way out of the danger." Qi Xuan from the "Lingxiao Holy Land" persuaded softly, "Don't mess up your position and let Shen Wei see the joke in vain."
Hearing him mention the word "Shen Wei", Jian Xingluo and Old Monster Yan stopped arguing instantly, and both turned their heads to look forward.
Wherever the two looked, Shen Wei, the master of the third hall of the "Dark Temple", was standing in front of the spiritual pattern formation with a smile on his face, a look of pride on his face.?
This chapter has been completed!