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Chapter 843 Shuotie County!

"Hahahaha, okay-"

Long laughter suddenly sounded, and the glazed tiles on the temple that had been reinforced by formations trembled in the laughter, and fell to the ground with a "pah pah pah".

On the high platform, Zhenzun Jiahe stood up with a pair of tiger eyes.

His expression was once indifferent. Whether he was taking action to capture the empress of Qin or facing the turbulent disputes in the palace, his face was always calm and there was no trace of happiness or anger.

However, when news came outside the palace that the soul lamp of Yanxi Mausoleum had been found, the number one person in the Eastern Region suddenly seemed like a different person, baring his teeth and claws, laughing wildly. Under the astonished and incomprehensible eyes of everyone, he stretched out his hand and took the visitor into the hall.

The dark green jade held high in the man's hand fell into his hand.

This is the soul tablet of Yanxiling, the ancestor of the Yunxiao Sect, also known as the soul lamp.

He needs this so much!

The various plans for the Yunxiao Sect for countless days actually had only one purpose, which was to determine the whereabouts of Yan Xiling during this period!

The importance of this matter far exceeds that of a rare magic weapon like the Purple Emperor Bell. For this matter, he could temporarily put aside all his doubts about Qin Mingyue and put aside his pursuit of Yang Zhen.

In the past few days, he had asked Liang Suying to find the soul lanterns of Shuihong, Yan Chengye and other fugitive real people from the Yunxiao Sect. He even found a few old things that the boy had used in the cave where Yang Zhen lived in the past. Then use the Panshi Sutra to deduce them one by one.

The result was nothing.

This means that these people are hiding in the small world of the Purple Emperor Bell, so their exact location cannot be shown.

Of course, this is also because these people only have the cultivation level of Jindan. If they are Nascent Soul, it will be different.

The higher the monk's cultivation level, the deeper the causal involvement with this world. Therefore, if the monks at the realm of Jindan and below hide in a small refined world, their whereabouts may not be found.

Nascent Soul Lord has begun to touch the rules of the great road. If the rules he understands come from this world, he will naturally bear the imprint of this world. Even if they escape to a small world, these imprints will reveal their location like candlelight in the dark night.

Of course, if it were in the world of Qiankun, such a mark would be completely cut off without even a trace being revealed. However, Jiahe didn't think that there would be any big world in the hands of Yanxiling, or that Yang Zhen.

He doesn't even have one! Even in the Hongxuan Realm, the upper realm of Zhenyu Realm, no one has it. In the big world, that is a treasure that only gods can possess. How could a mere Nascent Soul or Golden Pill have such a treasure?

Therefore, Patriarch Jiahe was confident that as long as he found the old items used by Yan Xiling, especially his soul lamp, he could find him even if he was hiding in the small world.

It is a pity that the soul lanterns of monks below the Jindan level of Yunxiao Sect are stored in specific palaces and guarded by dedicated personnel. However, the whereabouts of the soul lanterns of Yanxiling are unknown.

As for his old things, although there are many rare treasures in Jiuxiao Palace, as well as tables, chairs and beds, none of them are ones that Yan Xiling once lived in or often played with, and the aura left on them is extremely light.

So three days passed, and Patriarch Jiahe remained at a loss. How could he feel better?

Fortunately, today, I finally found the soul lamp in a hidden secret room in Yunxiao Peak...

……

With a flash of gray shadow, Jiahe Ancestor disappeared from the high platform, leaving only an empty seat and a lingering laugh.

A moment later, he appeared at the highest point of Yunxiao Peak.

The strange rocks here are rugged, not a blade of grass grows, the wind is howling above the head, the cold air is pressing, and the environment is extremely harsh.

But to the True Master of Transformation God, it was as insignificant as a drizzle of feathers. Jiahe quickly set up a barrier, sat cross-legged, and took out a blue-gray disk from the ring.

Then he gently placed his left hand on the soul lamp, pulled out a thin gray thread, and spread it evenly on the Panshi Sutra. His eyes were slightly closed, his right hand pointed to the sky, his left hand was placed in front of his chest and he kept pinching it, while he muttered something.

After half an hour of this, the wisp of gray mist swirled faster and faster on the Panshi Jing, gradually condensing into a group of dark black water drops that were almost ready to drip down at any time.

Suddenly, the water droplets rose into the sky, and a long thin line spit out from the center of the ball like a snake, curling towards somewhere.

The speed seemed slow but was actually fast, and in an instant it had floated hundreds of miles away. Jiahe was secretly happy, his consciousness had been firmly locking the front end of the thin line and following it forward.

After an unknown amount of time, the thin line suddenly stopped stretching as if it suddenly touched something. The front end pointed blankly everywhere like a human finger, and then headed downward.

It was a stretch of rolling hills.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see mountains and mountains stretching thousands of miles apart, like a blue sky mirror cutting off the heaven and earth. It is boundless, with protruding peaks, like spears, swords, spears, and halberds, arranged vertically and horizontally, with overlapping mountains, making it a spectacular sight.

Jiahe's spiritual consciousness searched for a long time, but except for some birds, animals, insects and fish, no strangers were seen.

He gradually came to a clear understanding: He thought that there must be a small unknown world hidden in the mountains below where the sun is blocked by thick green and the ancient trees tower into the sky.

As for this mountainous area, in the past three thousand years, he had used the power of Wanxuan Tower countless times to carefully spy on every area in the Eastern Region and quickly identified it.

This is the boundary of Qingzhou of Xu State, a place called Shuotie County, which is more than 9,000 miles away from Yunxiao Peak.

Yanxiling must be hidden below.

Ha ha.

Yan Xiling, Yan Xiling, I have finally grabbed your tail!

I want to take a closer look at what kind of tricks you are playing!

……

A month goes by in a blink of an eye.

Since the ancestor "disappeared" in Jiuxiao Palace that day, the monks waited for a few more days, but did not wait for the old man to come back, so they dispersed and returned to their hometowns with their respective trophies.

Yunxiao Sect gradually returned to its former tranquility. However, after this calamity, not even a single one of the sect's spiritual veins and spiritual plants remained, all the spiritual beasts were lost, and the spiritual mines were exploited by predators, leaving desolation everywhere.

The disciples of the sect were either killed in battle, fled, or hid. Compared with before the war, the losses were seventy-eight percent.

Yunxiao Sect's vitality was severely damaged. Fortunately, Patriarch Jiahe did not impose any further punishment. After each paid a large fine, the remaining elders and disciples basically remained in their original positions. Some even received promotions due to job vacancies. It’s also a blessing in disguise.

Of course, if you offer spiritual stones and other offerings, you can't expect to achieve the same three achievements as before.

All in all, the Yunxiao Sect's signboard is still there, its inheritance is still there, its mountain sect is still there, and there is even a Supreme Nascent Soul Sect who continues to maintain the facade of the seven major sects. It can be said to be a blessing among misfortunes.

Yunxiao Sect's people gradually became calm.

However, on this day, the bells suddenly rang loudly on Yunxiao Peak.

This is an urgent announcement to convene the deacons and elders above the Purple Mansion of the entire sect for discussion. The sound can reach thousands of miles and can be heard in every corner of the sect.

Not long after, a news broke among the crowd. The new Supreme Head of Yunxiao Sect, Nascent Soul True Lord Liang Suying, was attacked by a sea monster and was seriously injured!

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