Chapter 448: Poison Miasma Pearl

Then, Gu Changhuan told Gu Wanhao about the ancient cave and the secret realm.

Gu Wanhao was terrified. After hearing the end, he pondered for a while and slapped the table and said:

"So that's it!

It turned out to be like this!

The people of Tianqiong Sect are really ruthless!"

"Yes!"

Gu Changhuan nodded.

"If it were me, I would definitely make good use of the existence of the secret realm;

either use the spiritual objects in it to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, or use the secret realm to recruit disciples to rebuild the Tianqiong Sect;

I would definitely not sacrifice a secret realm just to exchange for the possibility of hindering the Yan family's Nascent Soul path."

After saying that, he took out a pot of spiritual wine and poured a glass for Gu Wanhao and himself.

Gu Wanhao took a sip.

"People are different, and when faced with the same thing, they make different choices.

However, since the Tianqiong Sect cultivator can set up a high-level formation, he must have extraordinary attainments in formation.

Most geniuses think highly of themselves and don't like to rely on others.

That person must be the same, so he will rely on the secret realm to retaliate against the Yan family.

Since he wants to retaliate, he must have set up a lot of things in the secret realm to target the Yan family cultivators. Didn't you say that the two brothers of the Yan family have been encountering monsters since entering the secret realm?

This is probably the person's backhand, using formations and monsters to kill people with borrowed knives."

Gu Changhuan nodded. This makes sense, but it's too difficult to operate.

"If that's the case, that person's talent for formations must be very terrifying...

What a pity."

If he can survive and advance to the Nascent Soul stage, it must not be difficult to become a sixth-level formation master.

By then, the Yan family can be broken with a wave of the hand.

"Everyone has different choices."

After saying this, Gu Wanhao added:

"However, if your guess is true, judging from the rumors in the market, the Yan family does not seem to want outsiders to know about this."

Gu Changhuan smiled and took a sip of wine.

"This matter was a hot topic before. The ancestor of the Yan family traveled thousands of miles to the Four Seasons Mountain Range and was forced to join forces with the ancestor Luo Feng;

In the end, it was a waste of time and nothing was gained;

In terms of gains, it may not be as good as mine. Although such a thing does not harm the interests of the Yan family, if it is spread out..."

The Yan family does not need to save face. Not to mention how those casual cultivators will discuss it, it is possible that it will be recorded in the history books of the Eastern Wilderness.

By then, perhaps thousands of years later, when the younger generation of cultivators look through the history of the Eastern Wilderness and see what happened to the Yan family that day, they will also smile.

Big forces all have to save face.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan suddenly had a headache again.

"The fifth-level spiritual vein of Ancestor Luo Feng was taken out from that secret realm!

Even if he was born as a casual cultivator, he is now a Yuanying Ancestor, and there is also a previous origin;

The Yan family will definitely send someone to his Yuanying Ceremony. If it is Yan Xiangming who goes...

And the Shaoyang Sect..."

The more he talked, the more Gu Changhuan felt that this Yuanying Ceremony would not be peaceful.

At this time, Gu Wanhao suddenly said

"That may not be the case."

Gu Changhuan paused and looked at his grandfather.

"When the person who sent the invitation came before, I was more careful and asked a few questions before giving the benefits."

Gu Changhuan listened patiently and waited for the next words.

"We are at the edge of Qingzhou, and theoretically we don't know much about Wuqiu Valley, so I asked carefully about the location of Wuqiu Valley and the time and place when Luo Feng, the ancestor, advanced to the Nascent Soul stage;

The time he said is different from the time when you met Luo Feng, the ancestor;

The most important thing is, I asked about the identity of the person who sent the note."

Gu Changhuan was a little puzzled, and after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure out anything strange.

"Identity?

What is that person's identity?

What's wrong with the time when Luo Feng, the ancestor, advanced to the Nascent Soul stage?

Even if the time is different, so what?

It's not a big deal, right?"

Gu Wanhao stroked his beard and said slowly:

"The identity of that person is not a disciple of Wuqiu Valley, but a deacon of Shaoyang Sect!"

Hearing this, Gu Changhuan frowned, and then soon realized

"Grandpa, why did you say it just now for such a big thing!"

He said with some complaints.

"But in this case, at least we don't have to worry about the Shaoyang Sect's ancestors fighting with Luo Feng's ancestors...

It seems that the person in the Yan family is someone..."

Gu Wanhao shook his beard,

"Stinky boy!

I said that."

Seeing that Gu Wanhao was about to lose his temper, Gu Changhuan hurriedly coaxed him

"It's my fault, hehe;

By the way, Grandpa, take a look at this!

Ghost peaches and Yunyouhanling fruit!"

Gu Changhuan said as he quickly took out two jade boxes.

Gu Wanhao was not really angry with him, but he was old and wanted to have a childish temper. Seeing Gu Changhuan begging for mercy, he also went down the stairs.

He just waved his hand and said:

"Okay, okay, go back to the room and rest!

Let me, an old man, be quiet."

Seeing this, Gu Changhuan also smiled and said a few more words before returning to his room.

This time, Grandpa's temper is much younger. Could it be that he has been with the three little guys for a long time and has been infected?

This is a good thing.

Gu Changhuan thought so and sat on his bed.

At this moment, Mo Lin suddenly jumped out of the spirit beast bag.

Qing Tu was also in Xuantian Tower and said he wanted to come out.

Gu Changhuan let them all out. The two little guys were very familiar with Gu Changhuan's room. After a while, Qingtu found a suitable position and curled up in the bookshelf.

Gu Changhuan looked at Qingtu, who was curled up in a ball in the small grid of the bookshelf, and suddenly wondered if the child had cognitive impairment.

How could he be like a cat.

But soon, he didn't have the heart to think about Qingtu's cat-like behavior, because Mo Lin coiled on the table, slapping the table with his tail, leaving dents on the wooden table.

Gu Changhuan then remembered that he had taken what Mo Lin wanted but hadn't given it to him, so he waved his hand and the body of the red-winged poisonous centipede appeared in the room.

The huge centipede occupied most of the open space and exuded a faint stench.

This was not the smell of a rotting corpse, but the smell of poisonous gas from a dead swamp.

Mo Lin saw that Gu Changhuan finally took out the body of the red-winged poisonous centipede, and happily came to the centipede corpse like a black light.

It used its tail to pat here and there on the body of the red-winged poisonous centipede, as if it was looking for something.

Soon, it confirmed the location.

Gu Changhuan took the spirit sword and broke the point where the black-scaled snake's tail was, and a trace of miasma floated out.

Gu Changhuan frowned, and the black-scaled snake's eyes lit up, and the whole snake was a little impatient.

The spirit sword continued to go deeper, splitting the entire body of the red-winged poisonous centipede in two. At the cutoff point, Gu Changhuan saw a thumb-sized green and black bead.

This is...

Poison miasma bead?