Jiang Yuling subconsciously said: "The old prime minister knows, but how do we subdue him and torture him? We can't break through with this ghost soldier alone!"

"Maybe... can we try to negotiate?" Yang Yi suddenly suggested, "Faced with the common enemy of the demon clan, we may not be unable to reach cooperation."

"Negotiation?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Not bad." Yang Yi nodded, "In this world, there are no eternal enemies, but there will be common enemies, right?"

As he said that, Yang Yi waved his sleeves and walked towards the place where the army was stationed.

After a moment, he was alone in a blue shirt and came to the outer periphery of the White Bone Palace.

Facing the Yin soldiers of the previous dynasty who were waiting for the array, he clasped his fists and said aloud:

"Yang Yi, a disciple of the Demon Slaying Pavilion, ask to meet the Prime Minister of the previous dynasty!"

In an instant, thousands of ghost soldiers turned their heads together, and the evil spirit surged like a tide.

The invisible pressure made the surrounding air stagnate.

Yang Yi immediately understood why strong Lan Cangshan was also defeated. After these soldiers with great cultivation during their lifetime formed a battle formation, their momentum was integrated, comparable to the top strong people in the world.

This ancient military formation method is indeed a top-level secret technique that is rare in the entire Tianyuan Continent.

The battle did not break out.

Soon, a figure slowly walked out of the White Bone Palace. The old prime minister's eyes were like lightning, and he said coldly:

“Close to the front.”

The Yin soldiers' battle formations separated a path like a tide.

Standing outside the formation, you can retreat at any time. Once you step into the formation, you will be unable to escape. But Yang Yi just sorted out his clothes and stepped forward without hesitation.

Every step you take, the pressure on your body will be a little more. Those with a slightly weak cultivation may fall to the ground if they fail to take ten steps.

Obviously, this old minister who has experienced vicissitudes wants to give the visitor an unforgettable warning.

Or, it's a test.

The heavy pressure as heavy as a mountain covers the whole body, but Yang Yi still smiles and steps calmly until he reaches the front of the hall and salutes respectfully.

"The Demon-Slaying Pavilion was the first immortal sect granted by our dynasty back then. Unfortunately, he betrayed the emperor's kindness and became in love with the traitor." The old prime minister's voice was cold, and his eyes were flashing cold.

At the end of the previous dynasty, the dynasty's leadership collapsed and the world was in chaos.

The major immortal sects changed their flags and flags, and the Demon-Slaying Pavilion was also among them. It can be said that the Demon-Slaying Pavilion's turnaround accelerated the demise of the dynasty.

When the old prime minister mentioned this, his tone still had an unavoidable resentment.

"Since he is the first immortal sect, I believe the Prime Minister had visited the Demon-Slaying Pavilion back then?" Yang Yi changed the topic without a trace, his tone was gentle.

Things that happened back then were all passing by, so naturally we could not focus on the discussion, so we had to change the topic and ease our attitude.

Especially for the elderly, you have to ask about your well-being, giving the other person a family feeling.

Anyway, those who sell health products do this. Yang Yi, as a visitor to Lanxing, can be regarded as a metaphor.

"Natural." The old prime minister nodded slightly.

"Although the head of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion had passed away for many years, the mountain-stopping beasts are still there. I wonder if you have seen them before?" Yang Yi continued to guide the topic.

When talking about the divine beast in the mountains, the old prime minister's cold face was slightly slower: "Master divine beast is well versed in the principles of yin and yang, and the three religions are all-round. I and it... can be regarded as old friends."

A little nostalgia was revealed in the words.

"When it comes to that senior, can you tell me about its current situation? Although the younger generation has not had a deep relationship with it, they are familiar with its descendants..." Yang Yi immediately took a few steps forward when he saw the topic open.

...

"Is this the negotiation done?"

When everyone came to the White Bone Palace, they could not hide their surprise.

When Yang Yi went to negotiate, they were ready to attack and save people in the rear. Especially Yang Yi disappeared for a full hour.

Who would have thought that he could really convince these ghosts who had been obsessed with for hundreds of years?

These stubborn old antiques actually take advantage of the worldly style?

Yang Yi smiled and explained: "Thanks to the old prime minister who understands the righteousness and understands that the most urgent task is to stop the conspiracy of the demon clan."

The old prime minister next to him was still frosted. He obviously hadn't let go of anger at these "rebels". He just snorted coldly: "Follow me." Then he turned around.

To be fair, it is almost not Director Yang Yi's strength.

But put your heart in mind.

Using the sincere way is very useful to the elderly.

After a condition exchange, the old prime minister told them how to leave.

There are countless secret realms here intertwined, and the young emperor's sea of ​​consciousness also became an independent secret realm.

If you leave the passage to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, you can search in the Secret Realm of the Sea of ​​Consciousness of the Young Emperor.

Soon after, everyone arrived at the crystal clear coffin carved from white jade with mutton fat.

The light flows in the coffin, and what sleeps is the last young emperor who has been wandering for hundreds of years.

The old prime minister waved his sleeves and the cover of the jade coffin slowly slid open.

In an instant, the dazzling light gushed out like the dawn of dawn, intertwining and outlining a dazzling arc-shaped light gate in the air. Deep in the light gate, the deep entrance leading to another mysterious secret realm could be vaguely seen, as if connecting another unknown world.

"This is what Your Majesty knows. After entering the country, you must be careful in your words and actions, and do not disturb Your Majesty." The old prime minister accused him, gently stroked the edge of the jade coffin with his thin fingers, his eyes full of worry.

Everyone agreed and stepped into the misty light gate one after another, and their bodies disappeared in an instant.

Yang Yi stayed at the end.

"I hope my friend keeps his promise." The old prime minister suddenly spoke again, his voice as low as thunder.

"Don't worry, senior." Yang Yi solemnly bowed, "Junior Yang Yi, promise a thousand gold."

The old prime minister nodded slightly, and Yang Yi jumped into the Guangmen.

Swish...

The eyes suddenly lit up.

What catches your eye is a paradise with beautiful mountains and rivers.

However, this world is full of strangeness, birds hang in the air, beasts lie as if they are sculpted, and the entire mountain forest seems to have been imposed.

This is the strange peak they have visited before.

Logically speaking, if you pass through the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, you should reach this first secret realm. You fell into the lower level before, mostly due to changes in the abyss.

Yang Yi remembered clearly that if he stayed here for too long, his soul would be sucked into a deeper "secret realm".

However, the current cultivation level of the people is different now, so there is no need to worry too much. Under Yang Yi's leadership, the group walked straight to the top of the mountain.

Soon, the white square, which was a hundred feet in radius, appeared again, and the patterns of the Five Elements Array of Heaven on the ground were still complex and mysterious.

Last time, Yang Yi and Monk Miechen were forced to break into the formation.

The two of them worked together but took a few steps...

But today is different from the past.

Lan Cangshan's eyes were like torches, and he strided into the formation.

The surrounding formation patterns suddenly lit up dazzling light, but even the corner of his clothes was unable to rise. Everyone followed closely, and each looked calm. Not to mention joining forces, even Yang Yi entered the formation alone, and now he was at ease.

Rumble...

With the roar of the formation, everyone was out of power and had arrived in front of the palace gate in a blink of an eye.

I saw a clear figure sitting alone in the depths of the hall.

Jiang Qingluan could no longer hold back and stepped forward to support the palace gate, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Is it really you?" This call was filled with the accumulated longing for thirty years. Before he could see anyone, he had already arrived.

Thirty years of cold and heat, thirty degrees of spring and autumn. She traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and finally found this place where she was dreaming about. Her emotions were like water breaking through the dam, pouring down at this moment.

However……

The back turned slowly when he heard the sound, but it showed a familiar old face full of wrinkles. He smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, did you recognize the wrong person?"

...

"Master Yang, why are you sitting with your back to the gate?"

"How good it will be to turn around, so as to avoid making such misunderstandings."

"No, it's useless to have a relationship with the Third Lady."

“…”

Jiang Qingluan came here to find someone, and she thought she had found it.

The result was misunderstood.

At this moment, Jiang Qingluan stood there quietly, and the surging emotions just now ended abruptly. The expression on her face was frozen for a moment, and she didn't know what to react.

The one sitting here is Yang Renzhi, a great scholar who has been separated for a long time.

The shape of the hall in front of me is very similar to the palace, and the dragon chairs above are empty. Yang Renzhi was just sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the middle of the hall, which caused everyone to misunderstand.

"I saw that the cushion was placed in a straight manner, so I sat down and meditated for a moment." Yang Renzhi scratched his gray temples awkwardly.

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a moment.

After a brief silence, everyone began to ask about Yang Renzhi's experience. It has been nearly a day since he fell into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Souls, this old man would never sit here forever.

Yang Renzhi gently stroked his long beard and sighed: "The situation here is quite difficult."

"Oh?" Everyone looked stern, "Why did Mr. Yang say this?"

"Please look outside the secret realm..." Yang Renzhi raised his hand and pointed outside the hall.
Chapter completed!