Chapter 1732 Biyunxuan Trends
"Sigh... I didn't expect that it turned out to be a true prophecy. Fellow Taoist Ren, just go with peace of mind. If there is a chance in the future, Su will definitely seek justice for you."
"As for your wish, if Su can leave safely, I will definitely fulfill it for you."
With a sigh, Su Twelve gritted his teeth, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.
Then with a hint of sadness on his face, he put away the box containing the jade tablet fragments again.
Then, continue to think about it.
"Based on the current situation, it is probably unrealistic to leave through the way out provided by Biyunxuan."
"As for other methods... The Yellow Fang cultivator previously inadvertently revealed that the person behind him has a way to lead people away."
“It’s still unclear whether this is true or not, but it’s worth a try.”
"But before that, we have to drag it out for a while. Firstly, drag the people from Tiandao Palace, and secondly, collect more spirit stones. Thirdly, we should completely remove the remaining marks of Biyunxuan to avoid becoming a The next Tiandao Palace’s Tianya Traceless Seal.”
After a while, Su Twelve quickly calmed down and closed his eyes again.
In the space of the storage bracelet, there was a heaven and earth furnace with hundreds of top-quality spiritual stones. The green light glowing made Su Twelve feel a little at ease.
We know that it will take a certain amount of time to temper the best spiritual stones.
Su Twelve stopped paying attention and immediately concentrated his energy. The three Nascent Souls in his dantian used all their strength to attack the remaining marks of Biyunxuan with all their strength.
…
one year later.
One Hundred Thousand Mines, within the area under the jurisdiction of Biyunxuan.
Thousands of monks had been searching for Su Twelve for a long time but could not find it, and they gradually lost their initial excitement. Many of them returned to their original state of muddling along.
The people from Tiandao Palace who came with Biyunxuan Teleportation Formation at the beginning have never appeared again since they left.
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The thin monk with a mustache is almost always stationed in Shiwan Mine. Occasionally, he exchanged information with the fat monks who came here from time to time, but he never started to mobilize troops again.
This day.
In a house next to the station, a fat monk sat on a master's chair with a stern look on his face, staring unkindly at the thin monk with a mustache standing respectfully beside him.
"Junior Brother Wu, looking at you like this, the person that Senior Cui is looking for has probably not moved yet, right?"
The mustached monk shrank his neck and whispered: "It's strange to say that although our Biyunxuan jurisdiction is not small, there are hundreds of thousands of monks spread all over the place. Normally, even if you look for a fly, you should find it."
"Senior Cui is looking for that person, but Shenlong always fails to show up. If someone hadn't brought the news and actually met that person, I would have doubted whether that guy is really within the jurisdiction of our 100,000 Mines ”
The fat monk squinted his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Then he said sternly: "Junior Brother Wu, I didn't come here to listen to your useless nonsense. Senior Cui was already very angry when he failed to find the person within the previously agreed time."
"If I hadn't reassured him again and again, do you think that with Senior Cui's ability, it would still be necessary to cooperate with us?"
"It has been so long and nothing has been achieved. Do you think this result is justified? I always feel at ease when you do things. Don't let me doubt your ability."
The mustache monk's eyes rolled around wildly, his mind suddenly changed for no apparent reason, and he lowered his voice.
He whispered even more: "I don't dare to deceive my senior brother. I suspect that guy may be in the Night Clan's territory."
The fat monk immediately asked: "Ye Clan? Not to mention that the Night Clan disappeared.
The traces have been around for nearly a thousand years, whether they still exist is another matter. Let’s just talk about this kid. He has only been here a few years in the Hundred Thousand Mine. How can he come into contact with the Night Clan? "
The monk with a mustache said carefully: "According to the news from the people below, although the boy's cultivation is sealed, he still possesses the innate aura cultivated by martial arts. And the innate aura is cultivated by a unique method. Among these 100,000 mines, only one person is good at it.”
The fat monk raised his eyebrows, "You mean, Ren Ze, the head of the Ren family in Guihai City? If I remember correctly, you have deceived this person quite miserably. All the resources of the Ren family should be used. Take your pocket. As for Ren Ze himself, I am grateful to you for being sent to this 100,000 mine. Junior Brother Wu, your methods are quite ruthless!"
The mustache monk's pupils shrank slightly, two rays of surprise clearly flashed in his eyes, and he immediately smiled.
"Senior brother, I still have a sharp eye. How can I hide my little tricks from my senior brother?"
As he hurriedly spoke, the mustached monk quietly looked at the fat monk in front of him from the corner of his eye. His mood was obviously not as calm as he appeared on the outside.
"Okay, let's get down to business. You mentioned this person for no reason, so you shouldn't be interrupting me." The fat monk didn't show the slightest expression, as if he was very deep in the city.
"Ren is dead!"
"Huh? Was he killed by that kid?"
"No, he was killed by me!"
The mustached monk shook his head and hurriedly explained: "Nearly a year ago, someone brought a hundred middle-grade spiritual crystals in exchange for freedom."
"Is that Ren Ze? This guy is really good at it. I remember he found a lot of spiritual crystals before, right?"
The fat monk immediately reacted and looked at the mustached monk thoughtfully.
The mustached monk nodded quickly.
"Actually, that man put on a disguise, and I didn't know his true identity at first. I took him out of Shiwan Mine and followed our Biyunxuan's old rules, took his Nascent Soul and sent it to Baizhangfang City for the greatest benefit. Transformation. But I didn’t expect that the Nascent Soul that appeared after I was killed by a sneak attack was actually Ren Ze.”
"Where is his Nascent Soul? It shouldn't be difficult to find the Nascent Soul and get the whereabouts of Su Twelve from him."
The fat monk's eyes instantly narrowed into a slit, and a scrutinizing gaze revealed in the slit, staring closely at the mustache monk like a snake and a scorpion.
Being stared at by this gaze, the mustached monk's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt a chill on his back, like a thorn in his back.
He hurriedly explained: "Senior brother, don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't want to press for information. It's that when I pressed for information, that Ren Ze Yuanying actually blew himself up."
"Self-destruction? Is Biyunxuan's seal a decoration? Or is it that you, Wu Hongfei, want to take that Su Twelve yourself and trade with Senior Cui privately?"
The fat monk suddenly raised his voice and slammed his big hand on the table, smashing it into pieces.
The mustached monk trembled and said hurriedly: "Brother Mingjian, this matter is of great importance. Even if you give me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to do it!!"
"Don't you dare? How many things have you done in private behind my back?" The fat monk suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to see through the mustache monk.
The mustached monk looked panicked and explained repeatedly: "Senior brother, we have nothing to say about the seal of Biyunxuan, but these monks have practiced various techniques. Over the past thousands of years, it is not uncommon for monks to occasionally loosen the seal. Things."
"Hmph! I forgive you for not daring to do so. In that case, what do you mean by mentioning this person?"
The fat monk snorted. He didn't see any clues in Wu Hongfei's eyes, so he simply asked directly.
