"Of course not, Sister Murong is my friend..."

It is inevitable that Yin Wanru introduced Murong Xianxian to several people. Although Murong Xianxian is not as old as theirs, his cultivation level is only a few small realms, and even the monks surnamed Long cannot underestimate her. The monk named Chunyang is Long Ze, the youngest son of the monk surnamed Long. He seems to have some meaning to Yin Wanru. They seem to have heard of the name of Murong Xianxian, the "Qingluan Fairy". Long Ze dared not be too presumptuous when he saw her, after all, the realms of both sides are there.

The endless seas are not full of dangers. They fly all the way, with the mountains and islands towering, the blue seas like picturesque, and the top is like a treasure land for the immortals to cultivate. With the monks of the Yin family, Murong Xianxian is not convenient to use other magical powers. The Qingluan Treasure Chariot and the Blood River Divine Boat were all left in the Winter Fragrance House... In fact, she is now a true "poor man". Even the invisible sword she got in the Tianlong Palace was given to Murong Qianxue.

Seven days later, the group finally arrived at the Zhaixing Ancient City where the Yin family is located.

“Such a magnificent city…”

When Murong Xianxian stood in front of the Yindu City where the Yin family was, she couldn't help but sigh... This ancient city is majestic, extremely majestic, and covers a vast area. It is like an immortal immortal city in the sky, exuding the breath of ancient vicissitudes.

The city gate is tall, and dozens of cars will not be crowded even when they walk side by side. Although the walls are a little mottled and there are magic fluctuations on them. If a great enemy attacks, it will overflow with precious light and protect the entire ancient city.

The city is very quiet, without a trace of the bustling city, which is completely different from the prosperous scene imagined by Murong Xianxian. It is mainly quiet and peaceful, so it is almost difficult to see pedestrians.

"This is……"

Murong Xianxian was shocked. The auspicious air was lingering on the ancient streets. In many ancient buildings and gardens, there were flowing springs and waterfalls, towering ancient trees and fragrant spiritual medicines. This was not like an ancient city that had been tens of thousands of years old, but like a mountain gate in the world, and there was no mortal. This place was a holy place for cultivation.

"Are some surprises?"

Yin Wanru smiled slightly and said, "We are monks. We built cities to better utilize resources to practice. Please come with me, my father is already waiting for us."

Murong Xianxian nodded slightly, followed Yin Wanru and flew towards the center of the city.

...

A black warship flew in the air, with a fiery red flag inserted into the road, and a traditional Yin character embroidered in the center of the flag. Some monks passing by subconsciously avoided the warship. The practitioners of the Yin family are not good men and women. If they are misunderstood, they will be worried about their lives.

In a room in the warship, Murong Xianxian was sitting in it. She had just finished breathing and was looking at the pale yellow tower-shaped mark in the palm of her left palm, which was left by the Chaos Ten Thousand Beasts Tower.

Murong Xianxian stared at the marks on her palm with her eyes flashing, and her expression became a little hesitant. After a while, she suddenly gritted her teeth, mobilized the true energy in her body, and transported it to the tower-shaped marks on her palm.

The originally inconspicuous light-colored marks began to become clear under the stimulation of Murong Xianxian's true energy, and gradually changed from shallow to deep, and finally a layer of golden light appeared... From a distance, it looked like a crystal clear golden tower, embedded in the palm of the hand.
Chapter completed!