It was already the hour of the morning, and the golden-red sun was hanging high in the sky. From the Tongming Shang Palace, looking towards the sky, the vast sea of snow-white clouds had already been dyed by the morning sun into a bright red morning glow, which was extremely beautiful.
Ji Wushu was wearing a coarse blue robe that represented a handyman disciple. The profound energy was flowing in his palm, and he was using a silk spiritual weapon with a radius of several feet to clean several palaces on the edge of the East Peak.
"These disciples of Yuting Palace are really lucky. A single palace here is equivalent to the place with the strongest vitality of heaven and earth in the Taichu territory. If I can practice here for a long time, I am afraid that I will be able to break in soon."
Return to the true state!"
With his mind spinning, Ji Wushu was still meticulously cleaning the corners of the palace. He had no complaints about being used as a handyman disciple, but there was a hint of yearning and ambition in his expression.
"What's this?"
The silk spiritual weapon suddenly stopped and kept spinning in a corner.
When Ji Wushu came closer, he realized that there was an extremely old earthen jar placed here. The jar was covered with dust. After the silk spiritual weapon brushed away the dust, the jar suddenly became covered with dust.
New dust stains appeared, which was extremely strange.
"Is there such a thing?"
Ji Wushu tried to use the silk magic weapon to cover the earthen jar, but he still couldn't wipe away the endless dust on it. He couldn't help but feel very interesting for a moment.
Suddenly, a cold voice came from afar: "What are you doing?"
Ji Wushu looked up, and what he saw was a disciple of Yuting Palace wearing a blue robe, and the side hall he was cleaning was the disciple's training ground.
Putting away the silk spiritual weapon, Ji Wushu slightly cupped his hands and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "I am cleaning the palace."
"Is this how you clean the palace? You keep casting purifying spells on the air, are you an idiot?" The green-robed disciple looked a little displeased, "Where are these handyman disciples assigned from? How can they be so stupid?
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Ji Wushu's expression moved slightly, and he caught the details in the Qingpao disciple's words. He pretended to be unintentional and moved closer to the jar, saying, "Senior brother, there is some dust here, so I..."
"Where is there any dust? There is nothing in front of you!" The green-robed disciple showed anger, shook his sleeves and robe fiercely, and shouted, "Just a handyman disciple, you are worthy of being called 'senior brother'
Really? Get out of here!"
Ji Wushu lowered his head, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes, but did not speak. Instead, he saluted the green-robed disciple in accordance with the rules and slowly retreated.
Although the Qingpao disciples are also at the higher level of Guizhen, they are the side hall disciples of Yuting Palace, and their status is much more noble than the lowest servant disciples.
"What an idiot!" Seeing Ji Wushu retreating, the disciple in green robe couldn't help but snorted coldly, straightened the skirt of his blue robe, and walked straight out of the palace.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure reappeared in the palace.
As a handyman disciple responsible for cleaning several palaces on the edge of the East Peak, Ji Wushu holds the jade talismans of the outer palaces of these palaces and can enter the outer palaces of these palaces at any time.
Walking slowly to the corner of the outer hall, Ji Wushu looked at the dusty earthen jar in front of him, gritted his teeth, and actually used the mysterious energy directly to put it into the spiritual storage device.
This earthen jar is extremely strange. Not only is there an endless supply of dust on it, but the green-robed disciples living here seem to be unable to see it at all, which proves that this earthen jar is extraordinary.
"Wait a minute, do it!"
Suddenly, an old voice came into the depths of Ji Wushu's mind.
Ji Wushu was stunned for a moment. He first looked around, and after realizing that there was no living being, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the earthen jar in front of him: "Are you talking to me?"
"That's right!" The old voice was a bit ethereal, and there was a faint aura of nobility and vicissitudes in it, "I am the reincarnation of an ancient great power, and now I am only temporarily living here. I advise you to respect me, and don't be ignorant of life and death!"
Ji Wushu laughed a little for a moment, looked at the old earthen jar in front of him again, and said: "I have never seen an ancient power huddled in such a small vessel."
"How dare you! You dare to offend... Stop! Don't do anything!"
There was a little anger in the old voice, but after noticing that Ji Wushu took out a magic sword, his tone changed extremely quickly. Not only did the ancient vicissitudes of life in it disappear, but there was even a faint hint of anger in his words.
There was a hint of pleading.
Ji Wushu gestured with his magic weapon sword on the earthen pot, and said with a smile: "I'll call you truthfully, what kind of monster are you?"
"It's a long story. You must not break this earthen jar." The old voice sighed, and there was more dust on the earthen jar. "I am really the reincarnation of an ancient power, but I was just killed by a
The enemy of life and death has been sealed here for thousands of years."
After a pause, the old voice seemed to have thought of something, and its tone was much higher: "I have been trapped here for so long, and no living thing has ever been able to detect me. Who are you, and why can you see Feng Feng?"
The existence of spiritual jars?"
Ji Wushu's expression was a little strange. Now he realized that the creatures in the jar were a little slow. He thought for a moment and said, "Why can't you break this jar?"
The old voice paused and said: "Because the spirit-sealing jar is an ancient treasure. If it is broken, the pure spiritual energy stored in it will escape. As a living being sealed in it,
, he will also die of a broken spirit at that time.”
"What kind of spiritual energy is contained in it that is so magical?" Ji Wushu's tone was calm, and his eyes trembled slightly.
"This aura is so mysterious that it can even allow living beings to break through several levels in a row and reshape the soul and heart fire!" The old voice was a little proud, but the next moment he realized something was wrong and shouted angrily, "What are you going to do?
stop!"
Ji Wushu's eyes were slightly cold, and he held the magic weapon long sword in a sword flower, and the profound energy of Guizhen Shangjing surged out: "In that case, you can go."
After saying this, he did not hesitate anymore and directly penetrated the profound energy into the tip of the long sword. A three-foot cold light shot out across it and chopped the dusty earthen pot into thousands of pieces.
Ji Wushu's expression changed slightly and he looked down at the empty shell of the earthen jar, not noticing any supernatural aura at all.
"You are indeed a stupid ant. I just used a little trick, so you fell for it."
As the old voice reached his ears, a tall and majestic black-robed figure emerged from the remains of the jar, looking at Ji Wushu with eyes full of sarcasm.
Unparalleled oppression swept in from all directions. Ji Wushu inadvertently glanced at the complicated ghost patterns on the black figure's robe and armor. His heart trembled. He subconsciously activated his mysterious energy to escape from the palace, but he couldn't move at all.
No.
"The Tongming Mountain Range has noticed it, but the juniors in recent years probably don't know me. They need to leave here as soon as possible."
The tall black-robed old man raised his head slightly and looked through the roof of the palace with cold eyes in the direction of the third realm of Taiyu Shengzong.
In the deepest part of the Tongming Palace, above the abyss of water connected to the sky, Holy Son Suyan suddenly opened his eyes and looked with some confusion at the huge light curtain with a radius of several hundred feet on the side of the abyss.
On top of this suspended light curtain, there are tens of thousands of golden light spots densely scattered, among which the golden light spot representing the Yuting Palace is trembling slightly at this time, gradually being filled with a layer of strange black.
"Here comes someone."
"I have met His Royal Highness the Holy Son."
An elder from the Tongming Palace who had reached the first stage of Divine Sea Yunling appeared on the water abyss and bowed respectfully.
Holy Son Suyan was silent for a moment and said: "I am at a critical moment in my practice now and am unable to do anything else. You should go to the Yuting Palace immediately to investigate and see what happened there."
"I will obey the orders of His Royal Highness the Holy Son."
"Wait a minute," Holy Son Su Yan seemed to have thought of something, "If I remember correctly, the owner of the Yuting Palace should be the seventh to be determined in the ninth year of the Holy Son. When you go to the Yuting Palace this time, you must be careful not to conflict with him."
"Your Highness the Holy Son, I naturally know about this matter."
The elder of Tongming Palace in the Divine Sea Yunling Realm nodded and slowly exited the abyss.
Behind Ji Yuenian is the Li family of the Third Mountain Range. Regarding the change of the position of the Holy Son of the Third Mountain, the Holy Son of Suyan and the Li family have long had a tacit understanding. This matter has been known to everyone in Tongming Palace.