Artifact

Strange tears poured out of his eyes and sprinkled all over his chest.

Night Thirteen didn't know what was wrong with him, but the resonance from the Spirit Gathering Seed made his heart ache.

He recalled that in the Kazakh Jedi War, in order to seize the intercepting rod, under the terrible impact of hundreds of miles of wind, all the clothes on his body were blown away.

This of course also includes the Spirit Gathering Seed.

However, isn't it now that things have returned to their original owners, and why are the spirit gatherers so sad?

Why...... Why?

In a trance, a beautiful figure with outstanding demeanor flickered in front of him.

Night Thirteen's brain suddenly went blank, his feet went soft, and he hurriedly supported the stone table with his hand and gasped for a while.

The spirit seed swayed slightly in front of him, as if he was saying something.

"Xue Ling, what do you want to tell me? That vague figure just now, you let me see it?"

The

Spirit Gathering Species stopped flickering for a moment, as if thinking about something, and then stopped moving.

Although Night Thirteen felt strange, he didn't think much about it, and left the stone pavilion with the spirit gathering seed in his hand.

Walking out along the bamboo forest path, there is a Feifeng Waterfall outside the intersection not far away, Ye 13 sensed two strong qi, and sure enough, he turned a small corner, and saw two young Taoist priests standing under the waterfall.

These two Taoist priests were wearing blue-gray Taoist robes, each carrying a half-human high Zen staff, both of them were about the same height, one was a red face and one was white, and they hurriedly stepped forward to salute when they saw Ye Thirteen:

"Di Yan and Geng Su, I have seen Mr. Ye! The head of the family ordered the two of us to wait here and take Mr. Ye ashore. "

"Ashore?".

Night Thirteen didn't understand.

The two of them were not surprised when they saw the blank look on Ye Thirteen's face, but they just arrived: "Mr. Night, please come with us." "

Night Thirteen nodded, and the red-faced Taoist priest led the way all the way down the mountain.

Although it was a descent from the mountain, everyone was going up to a high place, and they couldn't help but feel very surprised to see the stream formed by the waterfall flowing backwards and back.

After walking for about half an hour, seeing that the mountain road was about to reach the top, the red-faced Taoist priest came to a crooked welcoming pine and stopped.

He turned back and nodded to the white-faced Taoist priest, and the two of them stepped forward together, made a strange gesture around the welcome pine, and then said to the night thirteen:

"Mr. Night, please!".

Night Thirteen didn't know why, and it was not easy to excuse himself, so he stepped forward a few steps to bypass the welcome pine.

Unexpectedly, the moment he passed by the welcoming pine, his eyes suddenly darkened, accompanied by the rumbling sound overhead, and he saw a superb scene that he could never forget in his life.

I saw that after crossing the welcome pine, the light suddenly weakened, the mountain is still the same mountain, and the road is also the road under your feet, but in the gray mid-air, there is a huge dark yellow wave like a dragon!

The

sparkling waves, the rumbling waves, and the huge water flow converged mightily, like a heavenly river hanging high in the air, heading straight to the top of the mountain!

It seems that the end of this ascent road under your feet happens to be in the same direction as Tianhe!

Then, the white-faced Taoist priest came to the front and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Night, this route is at the beginning of the next one, I still have a long way to go!

Night Thirteen followed the white-faced Taoist priest to continue walking, followed by the red-faced Taoist priest with a grim expression, at this time Night Thirteen realized that they had taken off the Zen staff on their backs at some point, and held the middle horizontally with one hand, quite a feeling of moving and guarding.

Ye Thirteen noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and he didn't say anything, just followed the footsteps of the white-faced Taoist priest in front of him, and walked out for more than half an hour in one breath.

Look at the rolling river in mid-air, it's not right.

At this time, the turbulent waves of Tianhe, the momentum that filled the entire field of vision faintly pressed on the top of Night Thirteen's head!

Ye Thirteen is quite tall, almost half a head taller than the two Taoist priests, so whether it is visual experience or psychological oppression, he has to come more intensely.

Not to mention that Night Thirteen is the first time to experience this kind of superb scenery in the world.

The white-faced Taoist priest who followed in front didn't look back, but Ye Thirteen knew that he had been paying attention to whether he was keeping up with the pace, maybe it was Ye Thirteen's expression that attracted the attention of the white-faced Taoist priest, so he heard him say:

"As a mortal, Mr. Night is already gifted to be able to keep up with the two of us, and this hanging river is just a natural scenery, so Mr. Night doesn't need to worry about it. "

Night Thirteen understood, but was even more confused: "How can there be a river in the world that hangs in the air, if this is a natural scenery, it is really a joke......

".

The red-faced monk behind him let out a low chuckle: "Mr. Ye is naturally unclear about the first time he comes to the sect as a guest, this is the great array of the Lingxiao Sect, which can turn everything in the world upside down, the so-called upper is lower, left is not right, white as black, heaven changes earth!

Yellow River?!

Ye Thirteen was taken aback, and said in his heart that although he had seen the Qing Ying Refining Formation Formation before, and had seen the Lingying Palace and the Southern Heavenly Treasure, none of them could compare to this Lingxiao Sect!

It can be seen that the Lingxiao Sect, which is alone in the East with the formation technique, really has two brushes!

I heard the white-faced monk in front of me whispering: "Di Yan, say less and do more! Mr. Night is in danger here, and I will escort him safely ashore!"

The red-faced monk stopped talking.

Night Thirteen became curious, "This is still in the Lingxiao Sect, right? What are you so nervous about?"

The white-faced monk said, "No, no, this place is between the Lingxiao Sect and the outside world, and it is the edge of the Great Array. Although it still belongs to the sphere of influence of the Ling Xiao Sect, if it is the demon cultivator explained by the master, I am afraid that the other party will already be able to detect Mr. Ye's movements!".

Night Thirteen's heart moved, and he finally understood why the two monks were like enemies after leaving the Welcome Pine, and even equipped them with weapons.

It seems that these two people were entrusted with a heavy task by the Ling Dou Array, and even if they were good at cultivation, they didn't dare to underestimate the hundred miles and thousands of winds.

Night Thirteen couldn't help but be at a loss, what is the best way to face the hundred miles and thousands of winds of the "Dead God" now?

Thinking of this, Ye Thirteen's heart moved, killing the sword phase!

There was no reaction from the sword killer.

Extinguish the nail phase!

No response.

Escape to the opposite phase!

None of !! responded

He couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

Now it's not just Zhu Prisoner who said that "the nine phases have been damaged", but even the innate three phases that Ye Thirteen originally mastered have been unable to summon.

Without 18,000 phases, how can you fight for a hundred miles and thousands of winds?!

What's more, this guy also has one of the Immortal Dao interceptors, the Interception Rod, Tongguan!

This terrible weapon of mass murder Night Thirteen has personally learned!

Thinking of this, Night Thirteen's scalp was a little numb.

He subconsciously spread out his palm, looked at the round spar in the middle of his palm, congenitally refining the shape crystal, and whispered to himself:

"Could it be that the next time you make a move, you have to go out of the Heavenly Spear?"