"Jiang Huaiyu?" Wen Yi looked around, wondering why he came to the Piaomiaohuan Mansion in the middle of the night, "A rare visitor."
Ling Yujun, whom the original owner had been unable to invite despite all his requests, was actually standing at the residence of Piaomiao Huanfu today.
Wen Yi passed by Jiang Huaiyu without squinting.
As they rubbed shoulders, Ling Yujun suddenly said: "Be careful of the violent prince."
Wen Yi paused, "Prince Brute? Which Prince Brutal? Prince Brutal has already ascended. Do you have a nightmare?"
Shen Yu hasn't woken up yet, and Wen Yi wonders if Jian Zong has discovered something.
"I, the elder of the Sword Sect, have gone to see the altar at the bottom of the cliff at the Tongshan Gate. It is a formation that seals the undead." The night wind rolled up Lord Lingyu's robe, and he said coldly: "Don't do it for the little guy in front of you. Small profits turn into monsters driven by others.”
If Wen Yi hadn't known that it was a sacrificial ceremony, he would have been deceived by the people of the Sword Sect.
The sacrifice formation naturally has the function of imprisoning the undead.
According to Shen Yu's temper, he would not become a sacrifice honestly.
Wen Yi was sure that someone had sneaked into the abyss and sacrificed something to Shen Yu, causing him to be sealed and imprisoned by the formation when he arrived.
After he fell into the abyss, his blood activated the sacrificial formation, which led to his fate.
"Have you finished talking?" Wen Yi pointed out her slender and beautiful hand, "Ling Yujun is not welcome in Piaomiao Huanfu. You can stay there wherever you like. Seeing your face makes me have nightmares at night."
She was extremely disgusted with Ling Yujun.
Gu Yanting was arrogant and arrogant, and Wen Yi could barely stand with him.
However, Ling Yujun feels that he is superior to others from the inside out, and looks down on others at all times. In his eyes, the slightest shortcomings of others are extremely sinful. He is an extreme perfectionist and very egotistical.
"You!" Jiang Huaiyu's handsome eyes condensed the frost that could repel people thousands of miles away. A pair of icy eyes overflowed with cold light. He curled up his hands and squeezed them tightly. He felt that Wen Yi was unreasonable. "If it weren't for the sake of the fifth elder of your noble sect, My dear, who cares whether you live or die?"
Xie Qian once borrowed treasures to help Jiang Huaiyu survive the calamity, but now his cultivation level is in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm.
Wen Yi felt annoyed just by looking at him and walked inside indifferently.
Jiang Huaiyu took a deep breath and turned back to Jianzong.
"Sir." A monk wearing a mask came up to him, "What's Wen Yi's reaction?"
Speaking of Wen Yi, Jiang Huaiyu's whole body exuded an icy aura that would repel people thousands of miles away.
The masked servant took three steps back.
Jiang Huaiyu sat on the chair and said coldly and distantly: "There is nothing strange about her, and I don't know that it is a sacrifice formation. Qingling said before he died that the soul of Prince Ruo may have left long ago."
He is a disciple of the Sword Sect, the legitimate son of a hidden family, and a gifted genius in the world of immortality.
This servant was just sent by Jiang Huaiyu's parents.
During the last tribulation, Jiang Huaiyu was attacked by the demon of desire, and Jiang Huaiyu almost died on the spot. Jiang's father and mother were so frightened that they quickly sent a servant who had cultivated in the out-of-body realm for personal protection.
The servant said: "Prince Ru is the number one person in the ruthless swordsmanship. There really is no formation that can trap him."
Jiang Huaiyu asked doubtfully: "Has the prince ascended?"
Everyone in the world of immortality knows that the violent prince massacred millions of lives in the Sishui Kingdom and stepped on a mountain of corpses and ascended into a sea of blood.
Jiang Huaiyu went crazy and became obsessed. After waking up, he always felt that something was wrong. After returning to Jianzong, he investigated the matter of the ruthless prince.
Strangely, there are very few records about Prince Ru.
I only know that his life sword is the Qianyuan Immortal Sword, and he has four subordinates, one of whom is the world-renowned national master Feng Jianyue.
Master Feng disappeared mysteriously after Prince Ru ascended.
There are three left, one died for the world of immortality during the divine war a thousand years ago, and the other two established hidden sects.
The servant bent down and said respectfully: "Master, you will know later."
It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's that he can't.
Jiang Huaiyu waved his hand to signal him to leave.
I hope that idiot Wen Yi is telling the truth, otherwise, she will die sooner or later.
...
"How long has Jiang Huaiyu been standing at the door?" Wen Yi asked Yu Ran, who was still awake most of the night.
Yu Ran seemed to have something on his mind. Wen Yi asked twice in a row before he came back to his senses, "Ling Yujun didn't stand for long. He came to Yunshui City at night and visited the master as soon as he came. I only heard that Jian Zong seemed to have lost something."
Something, I hope we can help."
Wen Yi remembered that Liu Xinci hated herself the most, and the second person was Ling Yujun, who had a higher eye than the top.
"Senior brother let him in?" Wen Yi was a little surprised.
"No." Yu Ran shook his head, "Ling Yujun has been standing at the door."
Given that Jiang Huaiyu's character was so coldly received, it would be a good thing if he didn't overthrow the Piaomiao Huanfu residence.
He stood at the door obediently and swallowed his anger. The lost thing must be very important, so important that he didn't care about his own face and reputation.
"Later, Lord Lingyu mentioned you and Tongshanmen, and Master became furious and wanted to punish Lord Lingyu."
"Ling Yujun's accompanying servants got into a fight with the master, and then the master slammed the door and left."
Wen Yi was a little gloating about his misfortune.
There are very few people in this world who can make Liu Xinci so angry that he fights, and even slams the door and leaves in frustration. Ling Yujun's servant is at least in the out-of-body realm.
"In the out-of-body realm, I was already able to become a deacon in the Sword Sect. If I'm lucky, I'm an elder, but I condescend to be a servant to Lord Ling Yu." Wen Yi grasped the key point keenly, "Jiang Huaiyu has an amazing background."
Yu Ran listened to her muttering for a long time, tilted his head and asked: "Seventh Elder, is there anything else?"
"No, let's go and rest."
Yuran thanked her for sending a white jade Chiyang Pill.
People feel refreshed when happy events occur.
The materials purchased by Wenyi with six hundred spirit stones are not enough to make enough puppet talismans and food talismans, but two of them can be made respectively.
Cinnabar, fine yellow paper, stone cotton, Jiyuecao crystal, gold powder,...
Wen Yi slowly laid out the things to be prepared one by one, mashed the asbestos and gold powder, added a few drops of Jiyuecao crystal and mixed them, and finally added the cinnabar powder and poured half a spoonful of spiritual spring.
After a while, the color in the container changed from purple to magnificent blue, and finally turned into a blood-colored solution with gold powder.
The solution and ink are generally not viscous and emit strong aura.
Dipping the pen into the solution containing spiritual power, Wen Yi concentrated on making the first food charm.
When the bright red pen tip landed on the yellow paper to draw the first stroke, Wen Yi felt a force sucking his spiritual power.
She exerted a little force on her wrist, and the silver light fell into the talismans...
Two hours later, Wen Yi finished making four charms.
With her spiritual power drained away, she felt weak and powerless, her feet felt like stepping on cotton. She finally found a bed and fell asleep.
While sleeping, Wen Yi faintly noticed a powerful surge of power.
She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids. Her mind was thinking about the enemy or who it was, but she couldn't move.