Nine days later, Yun Palace welcomed a large number of guests again. This seems to be a common problem for older people, that is, love for excitement. Indeed, if a false saint like Yun Ni, after entering the holy realm without hope, then there will be a time to die at any time. The Dao Saint's Dao Sutra has been clearly pointed out. Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are wise. He has concluded that Yun Ni has no possibility of entering the holy realm, so he advises this old sister not to spend too much life on it and enjoy the remaining life.

This kind of condescending behavior and peeking into the fate of others made Yun Ni feel unwilling and fear.

Fortunately, after decades of hard work, Yun Palace was not a situation where one person died and the whole situation was destroyed. There were three elders in the Dharma Book Realm, plus twenty or thirty squats and over a hundred Hanmo Realm disciples and deacons. This lineup, in addition to Jiange and Daoting, is also considered a huge painting sect in Zhongzhou.

Now, there is only one successor who can continue to lead Yungong.

A corner of the cloud was torn apart, and Yun Ni stood in the air. The floating cloud under her feet was not as exaggerated as the nine huge phoenixes, but more like a casual woman stepping on the air.

She looked down and did not see Zhong Shaojing and Pei Min. This was expected. In addition to the seven masters of the Sword Hall in the Sword Pavilion, a man shrouded in a black robe came with him, carrying a big sword without a brow, looking hunched over, as if he was about to be crushed by this big sword.

Daoting still only came to Sanqing Lao. Even said that there were fewer people coming to the Sihai Banquet at the time, which made Yun Ni frown. Did he really give up?

She originally thought that the Taoist temple would send people over overnight to compete for one or two places, but she didn't expect to become a spectator this time.

She looked at the man and woman standing on the ice phoenix, stared at Zhong Yue for a moment, but still did not notice any fluctuations in the ink. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, Ningzhi, I hope you are right.

She coughed lightly, and the clouds in front of her gradually dissipated. Looking at the crowds above the Yungong Square, she said, "Today, the Worry-free Fruit is falling, and the Yungong is setting up a saint. I thank you for your invitation to watch the ceremony."

Because the alien fruit is spiritual, only nine pairs of people enter the clouds. Whoever gets the Worry-free Fruit and who is the saint, as for the assisted one, will get one of the Worry-free Fruits as a thank you.

Such rewards are enviable, but often driven by interests, they will make the originally simple things complicated, including this time, the danger may not only come from the unpredictable environment in the cloud, but also the terrifying thing is the human heart.

Gu Haifeng did not stand on the fire phoenix, but stood with a sword, wrapped his hands around him, and looked domineering, saying, "This fruit is spiritual, so I think, before we grasp this fruit, we will first establish a gentleman agreement. Nine pairs of people must not attack each other, so as not to start a shock to this spiritual fruit. How about it?"

Cao Ling nodded and said, "I have no objection."

"I agree."

“Brother Gu said.”

Gu Haifeng looked at the two people on the Bingfeng and smiled and said, "Where are you?"

"No objection."

Zhong Yue laughed in his heart, saying that this is nothing. No one has taken action in front of the fruit. Could it be to clear the scene? If that happens, even if Gu Haifeng jumps like this, it is probably going to be attacked by the group. It is obvious that whoever gets the fruit will be the target of attacking by the group.

Yun Ni glanced at Jiufeng standing under the clouds, waved the phoenix-headed staff in her hand, and the tearing corner of the clouds became even more obvious.

Caifeng was the first to flap her wings in. Zhong Yue looked at the place and said, "Don't worry."

However, just Zhong Yue talked to himself, Bingfeng's crystal phoenix feathers were lit up and flew directly into the clouds.

Zhong Yue: “…”

...

...

As soon as the ice phoenix entered the clouds, Yao Ningzhi frowned, feeling that the ice phoenix's wings could not move too much, and the ink rhyme in its body was consumed quickly. This phoenix was not a living thing, but an intention condensed by the saint's brushwork, and needed to be activated by the ink rhyme.

Zhong Yue stepped on the clouds and found that although he didn't seem to be stepping on the ground, he would at least not fall down. So he stepped out his other foot, "You can take away your magical powers, it's so tiring."

Yao Ningzhi looked at Zhong Yue who was inserted between the clouds, and pulled the Bingfeng into a crystal on his neck. Zhong Yue glanced at the jewelry on his fair neck and thought to himself. It turned out to be hidden here, no wonder he didn't find it at the beginning.

"Power to activate the Yin and Yang Technique."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know the specific location of Wuyou Tree?"

Yao Ningzhi said: "The location of Yunduan Wuyou Tree is uncertain every year. Besides, I haven't been here for more than ten years."

"How old are you?"

Yao Ningzhi made a red sleeve with a move and faced her cold eyebrows, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, isn't your red dress a bit too silly?" This was what Zhong Yue wanted to say before entering the clouds. In this vast white patch, this big red dress was just used as a gun for someone, and he changed into white dress today.

Yao Ningzhi closed her sleeves, "This Wuyou Fruit is not so energetic that it can identify the spirituality of the color of the clothes, otherwise the Yin and Yang Technique would be useless."

"There are no fruits, but people have them. In addition to you and me, there are sixteen people. Why, Yao, do you think there are not enough competitors?"

Yao Ningzhi's sleeves made her clothes turn white in an instant. This quick change of clothes was caught by Zhong Yue.

"If you are afraid, you will hide behind me."

Zhong Yue: “…”

Yao Ningzhi was walking in front, and Zhong Yue didn't speak, just followed him far away. There was a trace of invisible ink rhyme between the two. Of course, it was not Zhong Yue's ink rhyme support, but Yao Ningzhi maintained it. Zhong Yue just acted ink rhyme like the method of breaking the ink, following the route of the Yin and Yang Technique in the blood and qi.

He glanced at Yao Ningzhi's back from time to time, feeling guilty, worried that the domineering god-man Jiushi would even swallow the ink rhyme on others.

However, Yao Ningzhi seemed to have no reaction, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Yao Ningzhi felt that Mo Yun was slowly consuming, but she thought it was the normal consumption of the Yin-Yang Two-Year Technique, and did not attribute the reason to the strange possibility of being swallowed by Zhong Yue's bones.

After a long time, Yao Ningzhi suddenly stopped.

Zhong Yue skipped a beat, was he still discovered?

"What...what happened?"

Yao Ningzhi was silent for a moment, "Did you find out?"

Zhong Yue asked guiltily: "Ah?"

“We’re lost.”

Zhong Yue: “…”

Damn, I was scared!

It is a vast white area, neither the horizon nor the direction is felt. It is like being in a chaotic space, without even a marker, and it is indeed very easy to get lost.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and said, "If everyone in Yao believes me, you can try to scare me and let me lead the way."

Yao Ningzhi looked dissatisfied, "You?"
Chapter completed!