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Chapter 123 Three Hundred Years

The world of Morihaiyuan cannot escape the gloom during the day, and it is even darker at night.

In the pitch-black night, the red glow of the dragon incense is particularly eye-catching.

In the darkness, Su Qiyun's voice sounded: "Isn't Yan Xiao dead? Why do we still need some dragon incense?"

Jiang Wang put the Qing Qishu on the ground, and a fire flower bloomed from the tip of his index finger, floating lightly in the air.

The fireworks brought light, reflecting the bright and dark faces of Su Qiyun and Wu Quji.

"Yan Xiao is dead, but the 'Night Invasion' may not have disappeared," Jiang Wang said.

According to the information collected by Su Qiyun, Yan Xiao is closely related to the "Night Invasion", and it is even possible that Yan Xiao created the "Night Invasion".

But the question is, where does the information Su Qiyun collects come from?

Coming from the bookstore of the Senhai Saint Clan.

In other words, if you think about it in the dark, if the Senhai Saint Clan wants her to find out something, she can only find out what it is.

As for the truth...who knows?

"I don't understand what you mean." Su Qiyun obviously found it difficult to accept.

She finally found out the culprit of the "Night Invasion" and came to the Forest of Hanging Skulls to avenge Xiaoyu with all her strength.

Now Jiang Wang says that since Yan Xiao is dead, the 'night invasion' may not have disappeared.

Doesn't this mean that everything she did was useless?

Just as Jiang Wang was about to explain, Wu Quji suddenly interrupted them.

"Did you notice just now..." His voice sounded a little confused: "The bird's nest seems to be missing?"

The fire flower Jiang Wang released just now was very small, and it only illuminated the area in front of the three people.

At this time, when Wu Quji said this, the flames suddenly grew larger and soared in the air, illuminating the open space in front of the wooden house clearly.

Jiang Wang has already mastered the art of fireworks.

At this time, they could clearly see that under the eaves of the wooden house, the nest where the swallow owl lived had indeed disappeared!

Jiang Wang was in a hurry to light the dragon incense and didn't notice this. Su Qiyun was also thinking about why Jiang Wang turned back, but Wu Quji observed more carefully.

"What happened? Is Yan Xiao not dead? Or is he resurrected?" Su Qiyun frowned.

"No, it's dead. It's not resurrected."

Jiang Wang looked at his storage box and said: "My Yan Xiao's beak is still there. According to records, if Yan Xiao is resurrected, its previous 'corpse' will also disappear."

Su Qiyun observed the surroundings vigilantly: "Then who can explain why the bird's nest disappeared? Is there anyone else here besides us just now?"

"I can't explain it now, and I'm just as confused as you." Jiang Wang said, putting aside the doubts in his heart, and walked towards the wooden house: "Since I'm back, let's go in and take a look."

There is a wooden house standing deep in the forest of hanging heads, and the swallow owl lives under the eaves of the wooden house.

Just like the swallows in front of ordinary people's houses.

Today, the night falls early, the swallow owl dies, and the nest suddenly disappears.

This is inevitably disturbing.

The unknown is the greatest fear.

Wu Quji and Su Qiyun were both people who had never seen horror, but at this time they couldn't help but follow Jiang Wang, unwilling to stay outside the house alone.

A fire flower always floats in front, like a lantern.

The first place to enter is the main room. The layout has been seen outside during the day, with benches and wooden tables, simple.

Nothing changed after I came in.

There is a room on the left and right, separated by a curtain.

Jiang Wang raised his sword and looked at them separately. One was the kitchen, with a stove and firewood, and the other was the bedroom, with a wooden bed.

Nothing else.

A very ordinary, very ordinary wooden house.

Perhaps the only unusual thing about it is that it appears in the Forest of Hanging Skulls.

Jiang Wang didn't say anything and sat down on the bench in the main room.

Fireworks hung above the wooden table like a chandelier.

Wu Quji sat opposite him: "Your Taoist skills are very convenient. If everyone were like you, they wouldn't be able to sell the Xuan Ming Lantern."

The two of them were sitting on both sides of the wooden table. Su Qiyun walked around and chose to sit in the seat opposite the main door, obviously unwilling to face the night outside the door.

The reason why fireworks can serve as lanterns is because of their superb stability.

It doesn't mean that you can control the energy at will and gather a ball of fire. Of course, it can also illuminate, but the constant loss of energy will definitely make the caster miserable.

Su Qiyun glanced at him and said: "Great Chu Zuo Guanglie's unique Taoism is much more precious than the Xuan Ming Lantern."

In order to relieve his uneasiness, Wu Quji randomly brought up a topic, and she cooperated.

"Ah." Wu Quji said in a dull voice, "I don't know him."

It is true that Zuo Guanglie is a talented person of his generation, but not everyone has heard of it. Especially coming from a small sect like the Golden Needle Sect, the forces within Qi State alone are enough to give him a headache.

He asked Jiang Wang directly: "Aren't you a baron in our Qi State? Why are you still related to the Chu State?"

"It's just a Taoist technique, and there is no relationship. Moreover, Yanhua has already been cracked by many people."

Jiang Wang didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he changed his mind and said, "The nights in the Senhaiyuan Realm are very dangerous. Rather than going out and venturing into unknown places, it's better to stay here. If there is any situation, we will wait until dawn tomorrow to investigate."

Jiang Wang thought clearly.

The biggest danger in the Hanging Skull Forest is undoubtedly Yan Xiao. Now Yan Xiao is completely dead. Compared with other places in the Forest Sea Source Realm, this place is relatively safe.

The mysterious disappearance of the bird's nest is certainly something worth noting, but it is not wise to pursue clues on such a night.

Jiang Wang chose to stop quietly, stay patiently in the wooden house for one night, and wait for dawn before taking action. This was a prudent and prudent choice.

He has even begun to prepare for spiritual practice.

Wu Quji did everything he could. He used a golden needle to pull out and insert it on the wooden table, as if he was testing something.

Su Qiyun looked at him and said: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you said earlier that Yan Xiao is dead, but the 'Night Invasion' may not have disappeared. What do you mean by this?"

Jiang Wang knew that if he didn't satisfy her questions, he would definitely have trouble getting over it. After thinking about it, he said: "The old priest told me a story. She said that this story should not be heard by other members of the Holy Clan. Now that Qishu is dead, I

I can tell you about it."

He carefully recounted the story of Monk Guanyan, the "predecessor".

"I didn't expect that there are such strange men in Buddhism." Su Qiyun was obviously moved by this story and sighed: "This is how the Senhai Saint Clan's 'Xianghunting' tradition came about. It is really embarrassing. No wonder Qing Qishu...

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Wu Quji's perspective is different: "The sect gave him so many resources, let him practice, and made him transcendent. As a result, he succeeded in practice, but he was in a foreign land, obsessed with a woman. How could he be worthy of his background?

How can the sect be worthy of the many resources he consumes?"

The different origins of the two people determine their different perspectives on thinking about problems. These are all things in the world, and sometimes it is impossible to tell what is right or wrong.

Jiang Wang pondered over his observation, and then talked about the reason why he told this story: "From the stories told by the saint priests, combined with their history, we can know that Yan Xiao appeared about 800 years ago.

, 'Head-offering' took place in the Land of Divine Shadow. After that, more than 500 years ago, under the leadership of Guanyan, it evolved into the tradition of 'Xiang-hunting'."

"Have you ever thought about what happened during the nearly three hundred years?" Jiang Wang asked.


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