More than half an hour later, the six soul cultivators opened their eyes one after another. The expressions on the six people's faces were either happy or disappointed. In a blink of an eye, the expressions on the six people's faces turned into joy, and they looked like they were gaining something. After a moment, the six people realized something was wrong again, and the expressions on their faces turned into shame.

"It seems that the six fellow Taoists have gained a lot this time!"

"Shame, ashamed!"

"In the quietness, there are countless mysterious methods. I was so happy that I only had time to comprehend those mysterious methods. I really had no time to look back. Do I have any impression of this quietness?" The six casual cultivators all lowered their heads and apologized repeatedly.

"It was just a matter of what happened, why should the six fellow Taoists do this?" The Taoist Wen at the head of the city, regardless of whether they were pretending or sincere, just looked at the six people's behavior and sighed. In addition to them, I don't know whether it was disappointment or glory.

Regardless of whether those six people really obtained something in this quietness, Wen Dao Ren can be sure that these six people have nothing to do with the quietness that appears in the ancestral hall. Otherwise, this quietness would never be as quiet as this moment, and it would still be quiet.

The Taoist Wen used a thousand silks of wishful thinking to connect this quietness with the six soul monks. As long as the six soul monks have had an impression of this quiet place in the minds of the six soul monks, no matter whether these six Taoists still remember that quietness, no matter where the memory is hidden in the minds of the six soul monks, as long as this memory still exists, the silence revealed in the ancestral hall will inevitably activate the memory that still exists in the minds of these six soul monks, and then the six soul monks resonate and leave a mark on them.

And this quiet and stable area is enough to prove that these six silences of soul cultivators have nothing to do with that quiet area, and even have nothing to do with the death of Feng Taoist Man - Wen Taoist has not said anything about this quiet area.

That is, in this quietness, there is still a hidden qi that Feng Taoist remembered before his death. Although it is difficult to separate out, it is real and imaginary. It is hidden in that quietness. As long as the person corresponding to the qi receives these thousands of traces of perfection, that qi will inevitably emerge.

No one knows this except these soul cultivators from the Heavenly Master Mansion.

"Fellow Daoist Yun." Taoist Wen pondered for a while, then once again fell on Taipan's body. Next to Taoist Wen, Taoist Yu also turned his gaze on Taipan's body.

In this ancestral hall, there were only one Taipan who had 15 Yuanshen cultivators, except for the eight people from the Tianshi Mansion and the six casual cultivators, and they did not prove that they had nothing to do with the fall of Feng Dao Ren.

Therefore, with the voice of Wen Taoist, the eyes in the ancestral hall fell on Tai Pan, and the deep eyes fell. Although no one had spoken, Tai Pan still noticed a sensation of chill.

"Half an hour ago, Fellow Daoist Yun looked thoughtful."

"Fellow Daoist Yun, but are there any clues related to Junior Brother Feng?"

"The clue is not a question." Looking at the spearhead and fell on himself, Tai Pan lowered his eyes. When Master Wen used the thousand-straight wish-fulfilling method, Tai Pan knew that this spearhead would sooner or later fall on himself.

Wen Taoist’s behavior clearly means to investigate the people related to Feng Taoist’s death in the fastest way. After the six casual cultivators proved their innocence, how could they tolerate Tai Pan be out of the matter?

However, even so, Tai Pan still denied Wen Dao Ren's statement at the first time. How could he not know that Wen Dao Ren's words still wanted to squeeze him into the thousand-spread Ruyi Dharma. As long as he admitted that there were any clues, then next, the eight soul cultivators in the Tianshi Mansion in this ancestral hall would inevitably force him to accept the thousand-spread Ruyi Dharma and walk into the quietness.

"I wonder if you fellow Taoists have been to the bottom of the lake?"

"The silence that appears in this ancestral hall gives me a bit similar to the scenery at the bottom of the lake!" Taipan frowned and said slowly, "After the disaster in Fengchi County, I had joined Brother Xu and went to Gumichi with him."

"When I think about it carefully, the bottom of the pond gives people the impression that it is quite similar to this quiet area."

"Under the lake?" Listening to Tai Pan's words, everyone in the ancestral hall was stunned.

"Yes, why didn't we think it was the bottom of the lake?" After Tai Pan spoke, in just two or three moments, the six cultivators of the souls all shouted out loud, looking like they suddenly realized.

Of course, these casual cultivators have been to the bottom of the lake. At this time, Taipan reminded them that these six casual cultivators couldn't help but start to recall the scene they saw when they were at the bottom of the lake, and then compared it with this quietness.

So at this moment, the quietness that was still peaceful and steady a few moments ago suddenly became boiling. In the quietness, countless faint lights and darkness jumped and flickered around, just like the sunlight in the dome, penetrated the deep lake water, and fell to the residual charm at the bottom of the lake.

"It's not only the bottom of the lake, but also the scene under the dark river is quite similar to this quietness." Looking at the quietness, it began to boil. The faces of the six soul cultivators were a little ugly, but it had reached this point. Among the six soul cultivators, Gongsun Han still said with a tough head.

"The bottom of the lake?"

"Underground Dark River?" Looking at the boiling silence, Taoist Wen also showed a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He had too much trust in the thousand-slide Ruyi Dharma. Therefore, Taoist Wen had no doubt about the conclusion that everyone had reached - "Is the place where Junior Brother Feng falls is an underground undercurrent on the bank of the Yellow River?"

Although there are lakes on the banks of the Yellow River, there are disciples of the Tianshi Mansion patroling the lakes and rivers. Therefore, it is natural that the option at the bottom of the lake was ruled out, and it was concluded that the place where Feng Dao Ren fell was an underground river.

In the underground river, the soul monk, the mysterious situation of Feng Dao Ren's fall that was completely trapped in the fog, suddenly seemed to be dispelled by a ray of sunlight, and everyone saw the outline hidden in the fog.

"Shui Lingqing!"

"That monster has just become a soul and can it be better than Junior Brother Feng!" Wen Daoren's face was solemn. In his opinion, the pursuit of Shui Lingqing was more important than the death of Feng Daoren. At this time, he should have linked the two together.

Although Taoist Wen had already reached a conclusion, Taipan could still notice that the eyes of several Taoists of the Tianshi Mansion still had a hint of suspicion and scrutiny when they fell on him. Obviously, they had never completely let go of Taipan's suspicion.

Taipan can also imagine this. After all, compared with the six scattered cultivators of the soul, Taipan is ultimately less verified by the Ruyi Dharma.
Chapter completed!