Everyone looked at Wu Junyan and Chang Ziqiu, but stopped talking.
A few days ago, under the arrangement of Chen Qingyuan, Chang Ziqiu officially became the guest elder of Qingzong, which gave him sufficient status.
With Chang Ziqiu's talent and strength, it is naturally not suitable to be his disciple. Moreover, Chang Ziqiu majors in swordsmanship and has inherited it from his ancestors. No one in Qingzong is qualified to teach him.
"It's not right!"
The Great Elder Fang Qingyun was worried and said.
After several trials, Chen Qingyuan walked in the red mist near Qingzong and did not encounter any danger. Only then did the senior officials of Qingzong nod in agreement and their worries were reduced.
If Wu Junyan and Chang Ziqiu are allowed to accompany them, if they encounter danger, the consequences will be disastrous.
"It's too boring to stay indoors all the time."
Chang Ziqiu didn't want to stay in Qingzong and just wanted to go out for a walk. He was full of great curiosity about the rumored old land.
"Ascetics, you should swim against the current."
Qingzong faced crises many times, and Wu Junyan was unable to protect him. Although he was usually taciturn, his heart was very painful, and he resented that he was weak and could not help much.
Coming to the old land, although there is danger, it is also accompanied by unknown fortunes.
Wu Junyan is not afraid of death, he just wants to become stronger and does not want to be as helpless as before.
"Let them be!"
Many elders wanted to dissuade him. After all, this was too dangerous and he needed to proceed with caution. Lin Changsheng interrupted the elders and said with a serious face.
People like Wu Junyan and others are the top evildoers in the world and should not be trapped in a cage.
This is their decision, and the sect should not stop it.
Therefore, under the gaze of everyone, Chen Qingyuan and the others were gradually swallowed by the red mist and disappeared.
There was a long red mist, and I couldn't see what was going on around me.
Chang Ziqiu and Wu Junyan followed Chen Qingyuan closely, believing that there would be no mistake.
"Brother Chen, don't lead the wrong way." Chang Ziqiu held the long knife tightly and whispered: "Our lives are in your hands, don't be careless."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
As Chen Qingyuan walked in the direction where the spiritual energy gradually became stronger, he recorded the surrounding situation and drew it into a map.
After the environment around Qingzong is clear, the disciples of the sect can go out to practice without getting trapped.
It is difficult to become successful if you practice hiding in a house without experiencing wind and rain.
Although the red mist obscures his eyes, Chen Qingyuan can record some special locations. For example, there is a mountain here. Write down the height and general appearance. Using the mountain as a coordinate, you can walk in which direction to return to Qingzong, etc.
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The map also indicates which places have ancient laws of time and cannot be touched.
The traces of the past years hide unimaginable murderous intentions, and even encounter the residual will of the top beings from millions of years ago, which is extremely terrifying.
"Why can you walk freely in the old land?"
Wu Junyan had always been silent, but when he discovered that Chen Qingyuan could avoid many dangerous places, he couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe I am the child of destiny!"
Chen Qingyuan responded softly with a humorous tone.
"I believe."
After thinking for a moment, Wu Junyan nodded heavily.
"I believe it too." Chang Ziqiu said the same, seriously: "There has never been a record of a monster like you in ancient books. It is no exaggeration to say that you are the son of destiny in this life."
"I'm talking nonsense, but you really believe it!" Chen Qingyuan recalled all the past events and said scornfully: "If I am really the son of destiny, why does Heaven just sit back and ignore me when I encounter a life-or-death crisis?"
"this......"
The two looked at each other and really couldn't answer.
The so-called children of destiny are those who have been favored by heaven and have a smooth life with few ups and downs. If they encounter danger, heaven will surely send kindness to help them overcome it.
Chen Qingyuan was in trouble. Heaven never showed any favor, and even almost punished him with thunder.
"The aura in front is very strong, go and take a look."
After walking for several hours, Chen Qingyuan clearly noticed the change in spiritual energy, his eyes changed, and he quickened his pace slightly.
Currently, what Qingzong lacks most is not exotic treasures and fairy grass, but the most basic spiritual stones.
If we can get some spiritual veins, it will be a worthwhile trip.
Since ancient times, the land of opportunity must be accompanied by danger.
As we got closer, the red mist here became less thick and became thinner.
What comes into view is a huge ruins.
Thousands of collapsed mountains were piled up in a heap. Among the ruins were some ancient buildings, which were in dilapidated condition.
In the past, this might have been the foundation of a certain sect, or a prosperous ancient city on a fairy mountain.
Looking around, one can see a desolate scene covering an area of hundreds of thousands of square miles.
It was silent and very eerie.
Chen Qingyuan and others stood where they were, not daring to explore deeply for the time being, lest they touch any unknown restrictions.
"There must be a lot of spiritual stones in this area."
This can be judged by the richness of the spiritual energy, and it is unmistakable.
"After a million years, if there really is a spirit stone, it must not be an ordinary thing. I am afraid it has become a spirit."
If the spiritual stones from the ancient times continue to survive to this day, they must have given birth to spiritual wisdom, which is more precious than the best spiritual veins in the human world.
"In your opinion, what should we do?"
Chang Ziqiu looked at Chen Qingyuan and regarded him as his backbone.
Chen Qingyuan stared closely at the ruins in front of him. There was no ray of red mist inside, so it was definitely not simple. After pondering for a long time, he said in a low voice: "Our goal is the spiritual vein resources. Now that the resources are right in front of us, there is no reason to leave."
"Then go in and take a look. If you really get into trouble, consider yourself unlucky."
With Chen Qingyuan's words, Chang Ziqiu planned to take the lead.
"Wait." Chen Qingyuan reached out and put his hand on Chang Ziqiu's shoulder, with a solemn expression on his face: "I'll go."
Before Chang Ziqiu could reply, Chen Qingyuan walked away.
If there is really any danger within the ruins, given the special situation of Chen Qingyuan not being swallowed up by the laws of the old earth, there is a high probability that the danger can be averted.
"Be careful."
Chang Ziqiu didn't show off his talents and preached the message.
Wu Junyan stood there, pursed her lips, stared, and felt heavy in her heart.
Ancient ruins leave many traces of the past.
Not long after, Chen Qingyuan stood outside a collapsed pit, surrounded by building debris and boulders.
The pit is about a kilometer in diameter. When I lower my head, I can see that there is no end in sight and it is pitch black.
"boom--"
Chen Qingyuan grabbed a stone next to him and squeezed it gently, turning the stone into powder.
The power of time has made the once extremely hard stone extremely fragile.
Chen Qingyuan didn't use his spiritual energy at all. The slight force just now probably wouldn't kill even the ants.
Then, Chen Qingyuan explored various places in the ruins and found no treasures or anything like that. They were all useless scraps, like paper.
"Is there something hidden under here?"
After going round and round, I returned to the deep pit where I started.