The Great Enlightenment

Chapter 257 Superior Skills

Dongfeng, Yuxiu Pavilion.

It's the time of day, the golden red sun hangs high, looking from the Tongming Upper Palace towards the extreme sky, the vast sea of ​​snow-white clouds has already been dyed by the morning sun into a bright red morning glow, which is incomparably magnificent.

Ji Wushu was wearing a coarse green robe representing a handyman's disciple, with mysterious air flowing in his palm, he was wielding a silk cloth spiritual weapon with a radius of several feet, and was cleaning several palaces on the edge of the East Peak.

"These attendant disciples of the Yuting palace are really lucky. A random palace here is equivalent to the place where the vitality of heaven and earth is the strongest in the territory of Taichu. If I can practice here for a long time, I am afraid that I will be able to break into it soon." Return to the Realm!"

With his thoughts flowing, Ji Wushu was still cleaning the many corners of the palace meticulously. He didn't have any complaints about being used as a handyman disciple, but there was a hint of yearning and ambition in his expression.

"what is this?"

The silk cloth spirit weapon suddenly stopped and kept spinning around a corner.

When Ji Wushu approached him, he discovered that there was an extremely old earthen jar. The earthen jar was covered with dust. After the silk cloth spirit tool wiped away the dust, the earthen jar was instantly Then new dust stains appeared, which was extremely strange.

"Is there such a thing?"

Ji Wushu tried to urge the silk cloth to cover the earthen jar, but he still couldn't wipe off the endless dust on it. He couldn't help but feel very interesting for a while.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from afar: "What are you doing?"

Ji Wushu looked up, and what caught his eyes was a disciple of Yuting Palace dressed in a deep green robe, and the side hall he cleaned was exactly the disciple's training ground.

Putting away the silk artifact, Ji Wushu cupped his hands slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm cleaning the palace."

"Are you cleaning the palace like this? Are you an idiot to keep casting a purification spell on the air?" The green-robed disciple looked a little displeased, "Where is this handyman assigned from where? !"

Ji Wushu's expression moved slightly, and he caught the details in the words of the green-robed disciple, and pretended to be closer to the earthen pot unintentionally, and said: "Brother, there is some dust here, that's why I..."

"Where is there any dust? There is clearly nothing in front of you!" The green-robed disciple showed anger, shook his sleeve robe violently, and scolded, "You are worthy of the word 'senior brother', mere handyman disciple." Is it? Get out of here!"

Ji Wushu lowered his head, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, but he didn't speak, but bowed to the green-robed disciple according to the regulations, and slowly retreated.

Although the disciples in Qingpao also have the cultivation base of Guizhen Upper Realm, they are disciples of the side hall of Yuting Palace, and their status is much higher than that of the most lowly servant disciples.

"You stupid idiot!" Seeing Ji Wushu backing away, the green-robed disciple couldn't help but snorted coldly, straightened the lapel of the Zhanqing robe, and walked straight out of the palace.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure reappeared in the palace.

As a handyman disciple responsible for cleaning several palaces on the edge of the East Peak, Ji Wushu holds the outer hall jade charms of these palaces on his body, and can enter the outer halls of these palaces at any time.

Walking slowly to the corner of the outer hall, Ji Wushu looked at the dusty earthen jar in front of him, gritted his teeth, and actually directly controlled the mysterious energy, intending to put it into the storage artifact.

This earthen jar is extremely strange, not only is there an endless stream of dust on it, but the green-robed disciple who lives here seems to be unable to see it at all, which proves that this earthen jar is extraordinary.

"Slow down!"

Suddenly, an old voice came into the depths of Ji Wushu's mind.

Ji Wushu was stunned for a moment, first looked around, and after realizing that there were no living beings, he slowly lowered his head to look at the earthen pot in front of him: "Are you talking to me?"

"That's right!" The old voice was a bit ethereal, and there was even a hint of nobility and vicissitudes in it, "This old man is the reincarnation of a great power from ancient times, and now he is only here temporarily. I advise you to respect this old man, and don't care about life and death!"

Ji Wushu couldn't help but laugh for a while, and looked at the dilapidated earthen jar in front of him again, and said, "I have never seen any ancient great power shrunk in such a small container."

"Presumptuous! How dare you offend...Stop! Don't do anything!"

There was a little anger in the old voice, but after realizing that Ji Wushu had taken out a magic sword, his tone changed extremely quickly. Not only did the meaning of the ancient vicissitudes disappear, but there was even a faint hint of anger in the words. There was a hint of pleading.

Ji Wushu gestured the magic weapon long sword on the crock pot, and said with a smile: "Truthfully recruited, what kind of ghost are you?"

"It's a long story, you must not break this earthen pot," the old voice sighed, and the dust on the earthen pot became more and more, "I really am a reincarnation of an ancient power, but I was reincarnated by a The enemy of life and death has been sealed here for thousands of years."

After a pause, the old voice seemed to think of something, and the tone was much higher: "I have been trapped here for so long, and no creature has ever been able to detect me. Who are you, and why can you see Feng? The existence of the spirit pot?"

Ji Wushu's expression was a bit strange, and now he has discovered that the creatures in the crock are a little slow, he thought for a while, and said: "Why can't this crock be broken?"

The old voice paused, and said: "Because the spirit sealing jar is an ancient rare treasure, if it is broken, the pure spiritual energy stored in it will escape, and I, as a creature sealed in it , and will die at that time.”

"What kind of spiritual energy is contained in it, so magical?" Ji Wushu's tone was flat, and his eyes trembled imperceptibly.

"This aura is so mysterious that it can even make creatures break through several levels one after another, reshaping the soul!" The old man's voice was a little proud, but he realized something was wrong the next moment, and shouted angrily, "What are you going to do? stop!"

Ji Wushu's eyes were slightly cold, and he held the magic weapon long sword to pull a sword flower, and the profound energy of returning to the true state surged out: "If that's the case, then you can go."

After saying this, without hesitation, he directly penetrated the profound energy into the tip of the long sword, and a three-foot cold light shot out across it, chopping the dusty crock into thousands of pieces.

Ji Wu's expression changed slightly, and he looked down at the empty shell of the earthen jar, not aware of any miraculous aura at all.

"Sure enough, you are an insanely stupid ant. This deity is just doing a little trick, and you will be fooled obediently."

As the old voice came to the ears, a tall and majestic figure in black robes condensed out of the remnant shell of the earthen jar, looking at Ji Wushu with sarcasm in his eyes.

Unparalleled oppression swept from all directions, Ji Wushu casually glanced at the complicated ghost patterns on the black figure's robe, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously urged his profound energy to escape from the palace, but he didn't move at all no.

"The Tongming Mountain Range has been noticed, but the juniors in recent years probably don't know me, so they should leave here quickly."

The tall old man in black robe raised his head slightly, his cold eyes looked through the roof of the hall towards the direction of the three realms of Taiyu Shengzong.

In the deepest part of the transparent palace, above the water abyss connected to the sky, the holy son of Suyan suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the huge light curtain with a radius of several hundred feet on the side of the abyss with some doubts.

On this suspended light curtain, there are tens of thousands of golden light spots densely scattered, among which the golden light spot representing the Yuting Palace is trembling slightly at this moment, gradually soaked in a strange black layer.

"Come on."

"I have seen His Royal Highness the Son."

An Elder of Tongming Palace, who was in the first stage of Divine Sea Yun Ling, appeared above the water abyss, and saluted very respectfully.

The Holy Son of Suyan was silent for a moment, and said: "I am at the critical moment of my cultivation, and I am out of skills. You should immediately go to the Yuting Palace to investigate and see what happened there."

"Follow the orders of His Royal Highness the Son."

"Wait," Suyan Shengzi seemed to think of something, "If I remember correctly, the Lord of the Jade Court Palace should be the seventh undecided Holy Son Ji Yuenian. When you go to the Yuting Palace this time, you need to be careful not to conflict with him."

"His Royal Highness, I naturally know about this."

The elder Tongming Palace, who was in the realm of divine sea and spirit, nodded, and slowly withdrew from the abyss.

Behind Ji Yuenian is the Li Family of the Third Mountain Range. Regarding the change of the position of the Holy Son of the Third Mountain, the Holy Son of Su Yan and the Li Family have long had a tacit understanding, and this matter is well known in the Tongming Palace.

(End of this chapter)