Chapter 247

"Jin Lao is joking. With the Dao ahead, this junior naturally won't yield to anyone. At worst, I will make up for it in other areas.

It's just that Wang Shidi is not an ordinary Qi Refinement disciple. I always feel that with his help, the chances will be greater," Ximen Mei replied without hesitation.

"Hehe, remember this, girl: the only person in this world you can rely on is yourself. You didn't let me step forward and use forceful means to keep him, so don't regret it. What's most urgent now is how to find treasure. Don't forget, there isn't just the two of you here," the miniature toad said with a 'hehe'.

"That goes without saying. I had already thought of it. Since Master Jialan set up this secret realm together with his spirit beast, I presume the places with powerful monster auras have something to do with it.

As for sensing monster auras, it is an easy task for Jin Lao," Ximen Mei replied with full confidence.

"Since you have considered it, I will naturally cooperate with all my might. This avatar has taken the Creation Pill and can only survive for three days. Once the three days are up, regardless of whether we have found treasure or not, we must leave this place," the miniature toad said in an indisputable tone.

Ximen Mei naturally agreed readily.

At this moment, Wang Yu had already crossed another ruin and cautiously arrived near the white sea of mist.

He looked at the rolling sea of mist and released his divine sense to scan it, but it was blocked outside by some kind of restriction.

Wang Yu frowned, then looked back at the vaguely visible high walls of the temple in the distance. He sighed, flipped his palm, revealed a white formation disk, and injected magic power into it.

A circle of milky-white light halos lit up on the surface of the white formation disk, and within the halos, silver rune phantoms vaguely flickered, wrapping his figure within them.

Wang Yu walked cautiously toward the edge of the sea of mist. As soon as the milky-white light halo touched the sea of mist, the mist immediately rolled to both sides, revealing an empty area.

Seeing this, Wang Yu walked in with large strides without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he was more than ten meters deep inside.

After the white mist behind him rolled for a while, it submerged the area behind him.

At this time, Wang Yu took out another yellow talisman, muttered words, and slapped it onto his body. His body was then shrouded by a layer of yellow light screen.

His figure then sank silently into the ground, and holding the formation disk, he quickly sneaked toward a certain direction several zhang deep underground.

The underground was also unexpectedly covered with white mist, but wherever he passed, the white mist similarly rolled away to avoid him.

To him, walking underground was always more covert than walking on the surface.

The highest level of the temple ruin's high tower.

In front of a yellow, glittering copper door a zhang high, a short-haired man sat cross-legged, naked from the waist up and wearing only a pair of black shorts.

This man's eyes were tightly closed. He looked to be in his thirties, with a scholarly appearance. His short hair was only an inch long, his upper body was robust, his skin was bronze, and his muscle lines were as clearly visible as if carved by a knife.

The short-haired man sat cross-legged in front of the copper door. There was not the slightest rise and fall in his chest, and there was no aura of any living person on his whole body, as if he were a dead man. However, on the ground beside him lay a pitch-black iron rod as thick as an arm.

In front of the yellow copper door was a large, empty bluestone ground, but the surface was pitted and covered with stone pits of various sizes, as if countless fierce battles had occurred there.

At the edge of the bluestone ground, in a stone pit that appeared empty, the void suddenly blurred. A nearly translucent figure emerged, rolled into another small stone pit far away from the yellow copper door, and then the translucent figure twisted again and disappeared without a trace.

The short-haired man in front of the yellow copper door suddenly opened his eyes. His neck turned slightly, looking toward the place where the translucent figure had been earlier. Inside the two eye sockets, there were no eyeballs; there were only two eerie cyan flames flickering slightly.

There was not the slightest sound on the empty ground, and no abnormality occurred.

After a good while, the short-haired man turned his head back and blankly closed his eyes again.

In a stone pit, a young man draped in a transparent light gauze, carrying purple twin swords, and lying prone on the ground without daring to move, finally let out a long breath in his heart, but his back was already covered in dense cold sweat.

Although he could not sense any magic power fluctuations from this short-haired man and even suspected that the other party was not a living person, a certain secret technique he had practiced was frantically warning him, telling him to stay as far away from the other party as possible.

The 'Shadow-Hiding Gauze' talisman treasure on his body had an astonishing concealment effect, but every time it was activated, it required a half-day cooldown. That day, he had encountered extreme danger in this ruin and had to risk self-detonating a talisman treasure containing void power. As a result, he triggered some restriction in that area and was randomly sent by the void power to this eerie place.

Fortunately, he activated the 'Shadow-Hiding Gauze' at the first opportunity, which was why he didn't truly alarm the short-haired man in front of him; otherwise, he would have truly lost his life.

Now he only hoped to rely on the power of the talisman treasure to get as far away from the eerie man as possible, bit by bit.

Thinking of this, the young man carrying the purple twin swords could not help but look toward another cyan stone door at the edge of the empty ground.

That was clearly the entrance to this place. As long as he could quietly escape to there, he would be able to escape with his life.

Thinking of this, the young man began to calculate the time for the light gauze on his body to be used again, and his gaze subconsciously looked at the 'entrance' on the other side, but his face changed immediately.

He saw that in front of the cyan stone door over there, an old monk with a kind face had appeared at some unknown time.

The old monk was smilingly looking at the position where he was, as if the concealment power of the Shadow-Hiding Gauze talisman treasure had no effect on him at all.

"Benefactor, go in peace. This old monk will chant the Soul-Pacifying Sutra ten times for you," the old monk said with a smile. He shook his sleeve, and a white light shot out. After flashing and disappearing, it arrived above the stone pit where the young man was and smashed down fiercely.

The young man could only helplessly leap out of the pit, barely avoiding the white light.

With a 'bang' sound.

The white light smashed into the stone pit, sending stone fragments flying everywhere. After the light converged, it revealed a pitch-black Buddhist bead.

At this time, after a flow of light flashed on the gauze on the young man's body, his figure was completely revealed in the void. Looking at his facial features, it was precisely Luo Hao, the chief true disciple of the Qianzhu Sect who was "unrivaled in artifact control."

Luo Hao was both shocked and angry at this moment. After shaking his shoulders, the purple twin swords blurred and arrived in his hands. But when he looked fiercely toward the cyan stone door again, he was stunned to find that the old monk had already disappeared without a trace.

Almost at the same time, a gale blew up behind him. The short-haired man had appeared behind him at some unknown time. At the same time, he opened his hollow eyes, expressionlessly raised his arm toward him, and a huge palm phantom pressed down like a small mountain.

Luo Hao let out an angry roar, and the purple twin swords in his hands suddenly turned into dense light threads, rolling toward the space behind him...

Wang Yu's figure blurred, flashing forward like lightning. At the same time, after the cyan-red long blade in his hand rolled past like cold light, a giant spider half a person high in front of him fell to the ground in several pieces, unable to get up. Green blood flowed all over the ground, and six or seven other spider monsters of the same size were lying on the nearby ground.

Wang Yu flipped his palm, and the long blade in his hand disappeared. Following that, he looked toward a certain direction in the sea of mist with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, he had unexpectedly returned to the ground, but the sea of mist all around was rolling in waves, as if countless demons and ghosts were hiding within it.

And from the extremely far distance in the direction he was looking, a rumbling loud noise was coming, and one could even vaguely see huge light flames in the shape of mushroom clouds rising into the sky in the distant sea of mist.