In the early morning, drops of small dew drops hang on the leaves, crystal clear and spotless in the sun.

Wu Chen woke up and his long black hair was wet with dew. He sorted out his hair, wiped his face, and greedily took a long breath of fresh air, but he didn't notice the Hu Zi standing beside him at this time.

Hu Zuan'er stared at Wu Chen, covered her mouth and giggled.

"Uh, what's wrong? Is there any flower on my face?" Wu Chen was puzzled, looking at Hu Zai'er who was smiling brightly, his eyes widened and swallowed. Hu Zai didn't answer, and walked up to pull Wu Chen into the tent.

"Ahem, men and women are alone in the same room, this is not good!" Wu Chen shyed in the tent and saw Hu Zuan holding his hand, like a shy yellow-flowered girl.

"What are you thinking?" Hu Zai rolled his eyes, "Your face was blurred by you." Looking at Wu Chen, who was like a big cat, he chuckled secretly.

He patted the exquisite small bag with orchid pattern embroidered on his waist, and saw a small sandalwood box appearing out of thin air on her hand.                                                                                                            

Looking at his masterpiece in front of him, Hu Zuan nodded with satisfaction, then patted the small bag on his waist, took out a hat, with white gauze hanging on the hat, and pressed it on Wu Chen's head, "Now others can't recognize you even more."

"Hey, how can you hold so many strange things in your little bag?" When Hu Zier took out the things from the small bag, Wu Chen's curiosity aroused.

"This is a storage bag. Generally, spiritual practitioners below the Killing Pill will use this to carry items. However, this storage bag is relatively small and there are not many things to hold, so spiritual practitioners above the Nascent Soul abandon the storage bag and replace it with storage rings."

"This storage ring not only has a large space, but can also be sealed with courage. The owner is not dead and his soul power cannot be opened."

"Soul power?" Wu Chen was puzzled. He knew nothing about these common sense.

"Soul power, when the spiritual cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the soul will be generated after the soul is strong. Hearing that the soul can transform into thought power, spiritual consciousness, spiritual soul, etc., and the soul power is not the transformation of the soul, but only the manifestation of the soul after the power of the soul."

Hu Zuoer patiently explained that Wu Chen was surprised to think of the soul that Hei and Bai Wuchang sent him. No wonder those two guys were so painful.

Hey, suddenly Hu Xiao let out a light huh, staring at the blood-stained handkerchief tied to Wu Chen's wrist, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

Wu Chen lowered his head and stroked the dyed handkerchief on his wrist, looking lonely, "No, just a handkerchief, let's go!" He said and walked outside.

"Wait," Hu Zuoer called Wu Chen and did not continue to ask about the handkerchief. Since he didn't want to say it, there must be his reason.

"Change your clothes and go out again. The Xuanling Messenger recognizes your clothes." As he said that, Hu Zier took out a set of men's clothing from the storage bag, threw it to Wu Chen, and took a closer step and walked outside.

"The things in your storage bag are so weird, and they also have men's clothing." Wu Chen felt ashamed.

"Hmph, you have to disguise yourself when you come out!" Hu Zuo'er was arrogant and ignored Wu Chen.

"Uh, Sister Zhaoer said yes." Wu Chen smiled embarrassedly, but he thought to himself that the storage bag would contain some clothes, which would kill the heavenly things!

Hu Zier walked out of the tent, stretched his waist, and exposed her slender waist under her pale yellow short shirt.

Seeing the people in front of us gather one after another, our little fists were clenched, we must select them! If we are so strong, we can defend the wilderness.

After a while, Wu Chen changed into a white dress, took a hat and came out of the tent. Not to mention, Wu Chen looked very handsome at this time, and was much better than before. Putting aside the black face under the hat, he looked like a handsome young man from a distance.

Seeing Hu Zuer staring at him blankly, Wu Chen smiled and became proud, "This is charm, no way."

Hu Zuaner gave him a blank look and walked towards the place where everyone gathered. Wu Chen hurriedly followed. More and more people gathered. Wu Chen and Hu Zuaner were in the middle of the crowd, looking around, but Luo Qing didn't know where he had gone.

In front of him, Huntian sat cross-legged on the big stone with a gloomy face, his eyes constantly scanning everyone.

Li Tian was also in the crowd, looking at the handsome boy in the distance. It was Yun Mo, but the old woman next to Yun Mo was not there at this time. I found that someone was staring at him. Yun Mo stared sideways, staring at Li Tian, ​​and grinning.

Li Tian only felt that the young man's eyes were like a sharp sword unsheathed, bloodthirsty and ruthless. His whole body shivered, and he quickly withdrew his gaze and did not dare to look again.

Wu Chen wandered around and looked at Hun Tian sitting cross-legged on the big stone in front of him, and felt very upset, "Is this old man the Xuanling messenger who is interested in my body? Grandma, the more I look at this old man, the more I feel disliked."

If Huntian knew about it, he would vomit blood. I am a dignified Nascent Soul monk, how could he have that kind of hobby and talk nonsense?

When I retracted my gaze, I suddenly found Li Tian and Li Yanling not far from the crowd. Wu Chen's eyes became cold. It was not because of the enemy's encounter. This time I will not trust anyone easily.

After Huntian's eyes failed to investigate the crowd, he sighed and stood up, his tone was extremely cold, "Set go!"

"This Xuanling Messenger is in a bad mood!" A man muttered in the crowd. Although his voice was small, how could he escape the ears of the Nascent Soul monk? Hun Tian was helpless and sighed secretly, would you be in a good mood if you were pitted first and then stolen?

However, Huntian did not blame the man, and he turned around and left without turning his head, and everyone followed.

Xuanling Realm is surrounded by a vast jungle, with smoke everywhere, and the roar of wild beasts coming from time to time.

And in the Xuanling Realm, there are countless mountains and green mountains.

In the center, the mountains are thousands of feet high. Ancient pine trees stretch out their branches and leaves from the rocks, touching the white clouds in the sky, and rows of white cranes fly together, and a sound of light comes.

Like a dream, like a fantasy, like a fairyland.

Below the mountain, there are ancient houses located, surrounded by peach blossoms, like a hidden peach garden.

At the tops of the mountains in the center, there is a golden hall standing tall, with a domineering spirit. Especially the hall in the center that is on the mountain is several times larger than the temples on the top of the mountains around it.

At this time, on the mountain in the middle, in the hall, two men in white were sitting cross-legged on the cushion, as if discussing something.

"Yuan Daoyi, are you sure there is something in the secret realm?" Among them, an old man in white stroked his long beard with his right hand, but his left hand gently tapped the cushion under him.

The old man's eyes were deep, and only a piece of flesh seemed to be seen on his skin on his skinny face, and his thin lips looked bloodless.

The man in white, Yuan Daoyi opposite him, had a childish face with a long hair, and a smile appeared on his knife-cut face, handsome but elegant. He had the rhyme of "I say that I am neither a god nor an immortal, and my childish face is extremely ancient."

"Fellow Daoist Feng Qingyun, when did I deceive you? There is a mysterious seal in that place, and you can enter under the elixir. Our cultivation level is too high and we cannot enter."

"Sikongyu, the soul master of the soul domain, also knew about this. I would get one for each of him when I opened the key. I think Sikongyu would never let me wait for the spiritual cultivation to get that thing."

"In order to prevent that object from being taken away by the Soul Lord, the secret realm will be opened ten years later. I need the disciples of Penglai Pavilion and my Xuanling Palace to join forces to resist the soul cultivation together." Yuan Daoyi talked slowly, without any fluctuations.

"If we get that thing, how do we distribute it?" The old man named Feng Qingyun's eyes appeared in his deep voice.
Chapter completed!