Jingzhou Secret Land, Simon Island.

After Fu Shiyi and eight people arrived at the second gate of the palace, they each held magic weapons in their hands, and a magic trick hit the door. Two large rusty iron doors slowly opened the door with a "creak".

A thick fog appeared before them.

Fu Shiyi tried to visit in, but her spiritual sense extended less than a foot, and the visibility was extremely low, but she did not find any abnormalities in the thick fog.

She turned to look behind her.

The spiritual field where the spiritual medicine was picked was empty. The Liu family had already left, but they did not follow. Fu Shiyi thought for a while and said:

"Uncle Twelve, there may be other entrances in this palace."

Fu Shiyi's implication is to enter the hall from other entrances.

Uncle Twelve thought about it and shook his head and said:

"We have been in the secret realm for less than a year, and we have to spend two months rushing to the secret realm exit, leaving us with only half a year."

If you go out again to find the entrance.

First, it takes a lot of time.

Second, it may not necessarily be able to break the formation. Even if you enter, it may not be safer than the current thick fog entrance.

"When you go in a while, follow me."

Uncle Twelve made a decision, and Fu Shiyi had no objection. She muttered a few words to Xiao Huang who was staying on her shoulders. Xiao Huang flapped her wings and flew into the thick fog first. Fu Shiyi quickly followed, and the rest of the tribe followed.

Xiao Huang can see through the illusion.

Follow Xiao Huang, at least you can avoid many detours.

At first, she turned around and counted the number of people from time to time, but after half a stick of incense was advanced, Xiao Huang, who had originally been flying steadily, suddenly accelerated. Fu Shiyi was stunned and stopped quickly:

"Xiao Huang, please slow down."

If Xiao Huang was flying at full speed, it would be a few minutes faster than the foundation-building monk flying with his sword. Fu Shiyi didn't know what stimulation it was. It felt like he was running away in a panic. Not only did he not slow down his speed, but he flew faster and disappeared in an instant.

Fu Shiyi's face changed.

Pulling the fifth sister and Meier behind her, she controls the Tianlei Sword, and relying on her spiritual connection with it, she pursues it all the way. In the thick fog, she can't see anything or hear anything. At the beginning, the group of eight people followed closely, but as the thick fog became more and more mixed, she just turned around and turned around and could not see the rest of the tribe.

Can be in thick fog.

She had no way to find someone, so she could only continue to follow Xiao Huang's guidance and fly in the thick fog.

It feels like a quarter of an hour has passed, and it seems like it has been flying for a long time.

"Squeak!"

A familiar call suddenly came from the front.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up, and he drove the flying sword, broke through the thick fog, and flew towards the direction of the sound. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the fog dissipated, and the three of them landed in a room less than ten square meters.

The room is empty.

Only one person sat cross-legged on the ground.

But he is facing their backs.

The whole person is covered by a layer of black veil.

Mei'er whispered: "Eleventh Aunt, this person has no breath, should he be dead, right?"

Fu Shiyi did not feel any fluctuations in the other party. In theory, in this closed palace for tens of thousands of years, no matter how long a person lives, he should not survive.

"Fifth Sister, please check the situation in this room first. I will try to contact Uncle Twelve and others."

Fu Shiyi took out the jade pendant sent to him by his twelfth uncle, clasped his hands, hit the lights of inspiration on it, and silently chanted the spell in his mouth.

After half an incense stick,

The jade pendant was transmitted without any fluctuations.

"It seems that this thick fog completely isolated the information transmission."

Fu Shiyi muttered, and had to give up. She held the magic weapon in her hand and turned around carefully to the person sitting cross-legged.

"Fifth Sister, how about this person, there should be nothing unusual about it?"

The fifth sister narrowed her eyes slightly, and a joy flashed across her face. She suppressed her excitement and said, "Eleven, try to uncover the black veil on his body."

Is there anything strange about this black veil?

Fu Shiyi glanced at him and found nothing. She bowed to the person cross-legged and silently said in her heart, "I offended."

With his right hand, a breeze blew across the person sitting cross-legged, but the black gauze that covered him was still motionless.

Fu Shiyi exclaimed lightly.

But the fifth sister said excitedly: "Eleventh, use your all your strength and try again."

Turning to making gestures with both hands, a whirlwind lingered in front of her chest, then he suddenly poured the man on the ground in the direction of her finger.

The wind is so strong.

Even Mei'er next to her was lying on the wall before she could barely stand firm. The clothes on the three of them were blown away. After the storm passed, the black gauze that was covering the ground was still motionless.

"This..."

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up.

Could it be that this black veil is a treasure?

Seeing this, the fifth sister suddenly closed her eyes and her hands quickly formed seals like a butterfly. White silk threads spread out from her body, and the silk threads slowly condensed into a spiritual silkworm in the air.

The spiritual silkworm is suspended in the air.

As if there was life, I suddenly bowed three times to the black veil in front of me.

Fu Shiyi looked around for no reason.

At this time, the fifth sister silently chanted a spell in her mouth. The silkworm turned into a white line, and the white line became nothingness. The fifth sister suddenly opened her eyes and couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart and said:

"Eleventh, this layer of black veil is made of black silkworms spit out by ancient heavenly silkworms. The ancient heavenly silkworms can mature for 100,000 years. The black silkworms spit out only one or two of them each time. The grade of this black veil... is not visible at my current level. But at least at level three or above."

Above the third level, that is at the level of magic weapon.

Fu Shiyi's breathing became heavy.

Seeing that someone had a share, Mei'er on the side couldn't help but exclaim: "Eleventh Aunt, what are we waiting for? Hurry up and put away the black veil. If the people from the Liu family come in and see it later, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

Such a treasure.

Fu Shiyi is naturally itchy.

But he said cautiously: "Fifth Sister, I used the third-level wind storm just now, but I still can't do anything to this black veil. Could it be that this black veil is very heavy?"

The fifth sister shook her head: "The silk of heaven is generally white, only the silk spit out by the ancestor silkworm is black. The white silk is as light as wings, and the black veil is even more so. However, if the black veil is still the main thing, the person who casts the spell can make her heavier than the Wanzhong Bee."

"What?"

Mei'er was startled: "Five...Aunt Five, do you mean this person is still alive?"

The fifth sister nodded and shook her head again: "Maybe he is dead, but there is still a trace of spiritual thought left, or maybe this black veil has given birth to spiritual wisdom!"

The magic weapon of spiritual wisdom was born?

Fu Shiyi was stunned. Could it be that this black veil was really like her sea of ​​consciousness, giving birth to spiritual intelligence, and even producing weapon spirits. If this is the case, wouldn’t it be very dangerous for them to be three?
Chapter completed!