The more Liang Yan thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. While he was thinking, he suddenly glanced at him and saw that the land under the valley was loose. After a moment, a barefoot boy wearing a green bellyband rushed out.

"Xiao Jiu?"

Liang Yan was slightly stunned. As the spirit of the cave heaven of Taixu Gour, Xiaojiu rarely appears in the sky, and even his master sometimes cannot command him.

Unexpectedly, it was a strange thing to appear on the voluntary occasion today.

Xiaojiu looked out from the ground with his head protruding his head, his eyes wide open, always staring at the golden cicadas in the lotus pond, looking very curious.

The next moment, he tiptoed over, and a pair of barefoots walked on the ground without making any sound.

Plop!

Xiaojiu jumped into the pond, closed his hands upwards, trying to grab the cicada in his hand, but the cicada seemed to have expected it. At this time, he slapped his wings and just avoided Xiaojiu's palm, and seemed to not even want to fly.

Xiao Jiu was extremely angry and exposed his head from under the pond. When he blew his mouth, a tornado whirlwind rose from the ground and rolled towards the golden cicada.

"This little guy! He's angry!"

When Liang Yan saw this scene, he shook his head helplessly.

Xiaojiu is the spirit of the cave heaven of Taixu Gour. The master of this space can control wind, fire, water and thunder at will as long as it is in this gourd. It can be said that it is invincible.

It is almost impossible for this little golden cicada to escape from Xiaojiu's palm.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened. The cicada swayed gently in the air. Every time he flapped his wings, he could teleport hundreds of feet. Even though the tornado whirlwind was extremely fast, he could never catch this small cicada!

Seeing this, Xiaojiu was so angry that he screamed, jumped up from the pond, his eyes flashed with a flash, and he moved a mountain across and smashed it over the golden cicada.

"you!"

Seeing this, Liang Yan screamed that something was wrong, so he hurriedly used his mind to contact him and ordered Xiaojiu to withdraw his magical power.

But the change was too sudden. Before Liang Yan could order it, the mountain had already hit Jin Cicada's head.

Rumble!

A loud bang came, and the towering mountains fell steadily on the ground.

Liang Yan was very regretful and hurriedly used his spiritual sense to check the bottom of the mountain. Just as his eyes were exploring the ground, he saw a golden light tumbling up from under the soil.

But it was that golden cicada!

At this moment, he was digging the soil slowly. He climbed out from nowhere. He shook the dust on his body, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, but there was nothing wrong!

"this"

Liang Yan was shocked!

You should know that this is the internal space of Taixu Gour, and Xiaojiu is the master of this world. Even if he is an enemy of Xiaojiu in this space, he may not be able to get it.

It is really incredible that the little golden cicada in front of me was safe and sound under Xiaojiu's arrest!

Thinking of this, Liang Yan no longer stopped Xiaojiu's actions, but instead let him continue to make trouble.

At this time, Xiaojiu was already furious and waved his hands repeatedly. In the valley, there was sometimes a strong wind, sometimes a fierce fire, sometimes a water flooded the golden mountain, and sometimes a soil and rocks flew everywhere.

The little golden cicada seemed to have no spiritual energy, but it was always calm and composed. All the magical powers and phenomena around it could not hurt it at all. It was like a fish swimming in the water, free and easy.

"Okay, stop, you can't catch him."

After watching for a while, Liang Yan finally spoke and asked Xiaojiu to stop making trouble.

Xiaojiu's face was a little depressed after listening to the orders of his master, but he seemed to know that he could not catch the cicada. He tilted his head for a while, but finally chose to give up.

The boy wearing a green bellyband took a last look at the golden cicada, turned his body, and then crawled back into the ground.

"This golden cicada looks like a treasure!"

Liang Yan was excited. As his cultivation deepened, he felt the strength of the Angry Monk, so he reduced to ten levels with one force. If the Eight Divisions Yanyuan can practice to the level of the Angry Monk, there is no need for other magical powers and magic weapons!

"If this thing is really left by the master, then it should be able to feel the master's skills in my body."

Thinking of this, Liang Yan withdrew his spiritual thoughts and used his deity to enter the Taixu Gourd.

He didn't chase the golden cicada because he knew that he would definitely not be able to catch it. Instead, he chose to sit cross-legged on a mountain top and silently used the magical powers of "Eight Parts Yanyuan".

As the exercises continued to operate, time passed little by little. After only half a cup of tea, a little golden light flew up from the bottom of the mountain.

Liang Yan opened his eyes and looked up. He saw that the things in the golden light were exactly the golden cicada he was looking for.

He smiled without saying a word, stretched out his right hand and spread his palm upwards.

The golden cicada seemed to have found a home, with its wings flapping, spontaneously landing on Liang Yan's palm, and then flew around his palms between his fingers, looking very lively.

"Little guy"

Liang Yan played with the golden cicada in his hand, and felt a warm current pouring into his body from his palm. He seemed to be bathed in golden light, with millions of pores on his body, all of which were uncomfortable and appropriate.

"It's amazing!"

Liang Yan exclaimed in his heart, and thought to himself: "Master keeps this golden cicada and the 'Holy Buddha Cloud Fruit' at the same time, which means that the value of this golden cicada is comparable to that of the innate Taoist fruit. Well, no, Jingyuan chose to leave the golden cicada and handed the 'Holy Buddha Cloud Fruit' to Lianxin, for fear that the preciousness of this golden cicada is even greater than that of the innate Taoist fruit. But now Jingyuan is dead and Master is not around. I only have the golden cicada, but I don't know what it is for."

Liang Yan sighed in his heart, looked at the golden cicada in his hand carefully for a while, and murmured to himself:

"No matter what, let you, little guy, recognize your master first. As for what secrets you have, I will investigate slowly after this incident."

In fact, just now, Liang Yan had already checked the golden cicada with his spiritual sense and found that there was no mark left by Jingyuan in its body. Maybe because Jingyuan was dead, the mark left by him automatically disappeared, or maybe Jingyuan had never been recognized by Jinyuan, so he had never been able to successfully plant the mark.

No matter what, it's my turn now.

Without hesitation, Liang Yan cut his fingertips and dripped a drop of essence and blood.

The Jinchan seemed to understand Liang Yan's intention, and just lay quietly in the palm of his left hand, allowing his essence and blood to drip on him.

Seeing the essence and blood seeping into the other person's body, Liang Yan raised his hand and typed a few magic tricks, and began to chant something in his mouth.

Since the golden cicada did not resist and tamed the whole process, Liang Yan successfully planted a mark in the other party's body after only a few breaths.

Feeling the mental connection between himself and the golden cicada, Liang Yan showed a rare smile on his face, and the golden cicada also flapped its wings and looked very happy.

"Thank you, Master"

Liang Yan murmured to himself, put the golden cicada back into the valley, and let it play in the forest.

After dealing with the golden cicada, Liang Yan came to Yangjian Valley again.

There are four flying swords here, among which the Black Lotus Sword is fusing the lotus heart, and the Purple Thunder Heavenly Sword is the old man who is helping him re-sacrifice. Now the only thing that can be used is the Everlasting Sword and the Dingguang Sword.

"Dingguangsaber"

Liang Yan frowned, raised his hand and took down the Dingguangsword inserted in the valley with a move.

After a closer look, I saw that the sword of Dingguangsword was covered with cracks, some as thin as hair, and some were very obvious.

These scars were all left when they were fighting with Jingyuan.

After Jingyuan was completely demonized, his combat power was too amazing. His Dingguang Sword did not temper much, and his solidity was far inferior to the Purple Thunder Heavenly Singing Sword and Black Lotus Sword, let alone the Eternal Sword Pill.

Being able to withstand Jingyuan's attack was already the limit of Dingguangsaber, and after this battle, Dingguangsaberer was obviously no longer useful.

"Thanks a lot."

Liang Yan gently stroked the sword body and murmured to himself: "After the incident in Guangling City, I will definitely find a way to repair you. And this time I will definitely let you be reborn."

As if he understood Liang Yan's words, Ding Guangsword trembled gently in his hands, as if he was comforting his master.

Liang Yan nodded, said nothing more, waved his backhand and sent the Dingguangsword back to Yangjian Valley and inserted it back on the mountain wall.

Next, he turned into a gray escape light, came out of the Taixu gourd, entered into meditation again on the bank of the stream, and began to suppress the injuries in his body with all his strength.

Three days passed in a flash.

At noon that day, a group of people came slowly in the wilderness about twenty miles away from the north gate of Guangling City.

Although the monks in the team were dressed in soldiers, they were dressed very casually. Some people wore cloaks behind them, and some wore Taoist crowns on their heads. They looked loosely disciplined. They were not soldiers of Xuanyuan Army, but rather troops from Guangling City.

The two leading generals were one tall and one short, each riding a single-horned golden-eyed beast, and their cultivation was also in the early stage of the Golden Pill.

The tall general was holding a wine gourd in his hand. At this time, he opened the block, savored it carefully, shook his head and said, "The bamboo forest wine tulips, the jade bowl contains amber light! Tsk tsk, don't say, the wine brewed on Yuzhu Mountain is good! This taste, this fragrance, one word, is amazing!"

After hearing this, the short and fat general next to him hummed twice and said disdainfully: "The wine brewed by a group of girls is not enough, but it is not enough. It is not as good as the strong wine in our Xuanyuan Domain. It is so refreshing to burn your mouth and burn your heart!"

"You, a common man!"

The tall general smiled and seemed to have expected the response of the short and fat general. He sarcastically said, and then tasted the wine in the gourd.

"Beauties brew fine wine. The fine wine in Yuzhushan is well-known in all directions, and it is hard to find a drop. The gourd wine in my hand was bought by an acquaintance of the Chamber of Commerce and spent a lot of money. How can you taste the true taste of this wine in a rough person like you!"

"Hmph! Just a pot of wine is just a satisfying desire to eat, and it is worth spending a lot of spirit stones. I think you are crazy, right?"

The short and fat general rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue. After thinking for a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard that? Guangling City is a little uneasy recently. Don't focus on enjoyment. If something really happens."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The tall general shouted three "stops" in a row, glared at him, and sent a message: "Brother Guo, we can know some things ourselves, so why do we need to say them out? The lord of Guangling City has been missing for many days and has been closed after he comes back. Now all the important places in the city are guarded by the Second Prince, and the Sixth Princess's mansion has long been empty. Anyone with discerning eyes knows what happened, right?"

The short and fat general immediately shut up after receiving his reminder and used voice transmission communication: "Brother Lin is very particular, it's my younger brother Meng Lang. Now undercurrents in Guangling City are surging, which may be related to the power struggle of the Xuanyuan royal family. We are all small characters, and if we get involved, ten lives will not be enough to fill it!"

"Just know." The tall general nodded and sent a message: "Do our duty well, turn a blind eye to everything else. No matter how they make a fuss, they have nothing to do with us. This is how to protect themselves!"

After saying that, he untied a gourd from his waist and threw it to the short and fat general.

"Come on, let's have a drink with me. This is 'Tomorrow Spring'. Although it is not as good as the fine wines in Yuzhu Mountain, it is also very mellow and strong, just for your appetite!"
To be continued...