Fang Zixuan's request was beyond Liu Qinghuan's expectation: "Kill someone? Who do you want to kill?"
The guqin made a clanging sound, and Fang Zixuan seemed to have some emotional ups and downs: "The teleportation array you are looking for is deep in the General Tomb. It used to be the royal palace of Zhao State, but now it has probably become the territory of General Wu. So.
If you want to get close to the teleportation circle, you must face General Wu."
"Zhao Guo, General Wu?" Liu Qinghuan was curious about the name Fang Zixuan brought out.
The history of Bugui Ruins has been submerged in the passage of time. He has also tried to explore it, but he only got some fragments that could not tell the truth from the false. The only thing he knew was that someone once discovered a very deep place in Bugui Ruins.
A large teleportation circle.
Fang Zixuan looked at the gradually retreating darkness, stood up with Qin in his arms, and said hurriedly: "These are all old things. I don't have much time left. You will know later. The person I want to kill is General Wu, or rather
The remaining ghost of General Wu. After killing so many people, Zhao Wu still dominates after his death. This is something I will never allow!"
At the end of the sentence, he shouted hoarsely, his eyes filled with pain, and he obviously had a deep-seated hatred for the general.
Liu Qinghuan frowned and asked, "What is the level of General Wu's cultivation?"
Fang Zixuan calmed down a little: "I only know that he used blood elixir before he died and reached the fake elixir realm."
"Fake elixir realm..." Liu Qinghuan looked thoughtful.
Fang Zixuan said with a hint of pleading: "Fellow Daoist Yun, I only hope that when you are ready, you can help me kill Zhao Wu, so that his soul will fly away and he will never be reincarnated!"
Liu Qinghuan looked at him for a while and then said: "You should know that although the other party is a fake elixir and there is a huge gap in strength between the real golden elixir monks, it is not comparable to a foundation-building monk like me, right?"
Fang Zixuan hugged Qin tightly, with a bitter look on his face.
Both of them fell silent. Liu Qinghuan thought for a while and then slowly said: "However, I promise you that I can help you deal with him if there is a chance. But if there is no chance, there is no other way."
Seeing that the other party told him the correct location of the General's Tomb, and because he might indeed have to pass the test of General Wu, Liu Qinghuan made this non-binding promise.
A smile appeared on Fang Zixuan's translucent face: "That's enough, thank you Taoist Yun."
As he spoke, he walked deeper into the ruins. Before leaving, he remembered something and stopped and said, "The teleportation circle was built in the original underground secret room of Yongshou Pavilion, in the northeast corner of the palace."
Fang Zixuan's figure gradually disappeared among the broken walls. Liu Qinghuan regretted not being able to get more information from him.
"Are you going to the General's Tomb?" A clear voice sounded behind him. Yue Xi, the younger sister of the sisters surnamed Yue, walked over, followed by Yue Weiyang.
The two of them are no longer as embarrassed as they were last night. Not only are they neatly groomed, but their makeup is also gorgeous.
Liu Qinghuan turned around and nodded lightly.
When he was talking to Fang Zixuan before, these two women were listening not far away.
Yue Xi pouted: "Hey, I apologize to you. I was a little rude last night. But you are a grown man, you don't have to hold grudges like this, right?"
Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, you are joking, there is nothing rude about you."
Yue Weiyang pulled his younger sister, who spoke too straightforwardly, behind him and approached Liu Qinghuan with Xiangfeng. He said with a smile: "We are also going to the General's Tomb. Why don't fellow Taoists walk with us so that we can have someone to look after us on the way."
"We are on different paths." Liu Qinghuan said, looking up at the sky. Although it was still very gloomy, it was like this during the day in Bugui Ruins.
He bowed his hands to the two of them, looked at the direction, and flew south.
The reason for the refusal was that Liu Qinghuan did not want to walk with strangers in such a dangerous Bugui Ruins. It was difficult for people to form a temporary team to trust each other, and sometimes they might even hurt themselves. It was better to be alone.
After the two sisters waited for him to fly away, Yue Xicai whispered: "Sister, the general's tomb is in the west, but he flew to the south."
"Hmm... I'm afraid there is an error in our map. The ghost seemed to know a lot last night. Maybe this person got some information from him."
"What kind of crappy map is this? He sold us more than a hundred spiritual stones, that profiteer! Then should we follow him? That guy is so fast, he disappeared in such a short time!"
"Haha, little girl, by the time you think about it, the day lilies are already cold. I was very close when I was talking to him. The fragrance of the night flowers on my body must have been stained on his body. It can last for more than ten days, which is enough time.
We tracked it all the way to the General's Tomb."
As he spoke, a colorful butterfly appeared on Yue Weiyang's hand.
Liu Qinghuan still didn't know that his whereabouts had been locked by a butterfly. As the night passed, the black and red mist in the sky dispersed a lot, so he hurried south at an extremely fast speed.
The Bugui Market was only open for a month, and Fang Zixuan also said that he could not rush at night. From time to time, there would be a bloody rain, which would last for half a day, so Liu Qinghuan could only seize the time during the day.
After driving for five or six days in a row, seeing that it was getting late that night, he was ready to find a place to rest.
There are vast tracts of dense forest growing nearby. There must have been a blood rain here just now, and there is still blood-red rainwater on the leaves, which looks very eerie.
Liu Qinghuan really didn't want to fall down, so he flew forward over several mountains and found that they were all dense forests like this.
He took out the Broken Gang Golden Lotus, and in an instant the golden lotus turned into golden feathers carrying the essence of the sun, like a pair of extremely sharp blades, rushing into the dense forest below, and soon a small clearing was cleared.
A mountain wall is exposed.
He then used the Blue Shadow Sword to cut into the hard stone wall and dig quickly. He was now very good at doing this, so he quickly dug a cave that could accommodate him, put up a protective circle and got in.
Liu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to relax his tense nerves.
Along the way, we must not only resist the erosion of the soul by the Wind of Sorrow, but also be prepared for sudden rains of blood, and sometimes encounter attacks from monsters.
It is not that there are no monsters in the Ruins of No Return, but those monsters are extremely violent. They can survive in such an extreme environment, are very powerful, and their murderous ferocity is fully aroused.
Liu Qinghuan fought with an eagle for a long time today, and was really exhausted. He rested for half an hour, ate something, and then began to meditate to restore his mana.
Darkness falls and everything becomes dead silence.
"Susu..."
Liu Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes, and he felt that the protective array had just fluctuated. When his ears moved, he heard a dense rustling sound.
When he took a closer look, he found that white tree roots were drilled out of the cave wall, and the rustling sound was made by loose gravel falling down.
Because there was a protective magic circle in the cave, these tree roots began to attack the magic circle, pumping and burrowing into it, and were as flexible as snakes.
Speaking of this protective array, it is naturally no longer the Four Elephants and Bagua array that Yun Zheng gave him back then. He has used the Four Elephants and Bagua array for many years, but for him who is already a foundation-building monk, it can no longer keep up with him.
Require.
But a good magic circle is not so easy to buy. The one he bought now is a cheap one. Its attack and defense are very average, and he doesn't know how long it can withstand these tree roots.
After almost ten breaths, the outside of the magic circle was covered with white tree roots, densely intertwined and squeezed, forming a round sphere of tree roots.
The magic circle also began to shake violently.
Liu Qinghuan's face was completely dark, and he could only keep firing magic spells to keep the magic circle intact.
It's midnight outside. If the protective circle is broken, not only how to escape the siege of tree roots, but more importantly, you have to face the things hidden in the darkness, which is the most deadly place.