Chapter 115 Ancient Relics

Tailong looked at Qin Xuan, his expression instantly became dull. He had never seen Qin Xuan show such a frivolous attitude, and he was also shocked by his world-dominating temperament.

"Let's go." Qin Xuan smiled at Tai Long, then flashed and rushed directly into the misty swamp.

After a while, Tai Long regained consciousness and rushed into the misty swamp, shouting loudly: "Hey, Qin Xuan, wait for me!"

A few hours later, Qin Xuan and Tai Long were still moving forward in the fog. The humidity here was too heavy, the terrain was complex, and due to the fog, even if Qin Xuan used his blue pupils, his walking speed was very slow.

"What the hell is this place, how can we have a chance?" Tai Long looked at the thick fog filling the space, frowned with his thick brows, and complained in a low voice.

The two of them kept moving forward after entering the misty swamp. However, the surrounding environment did not seem to have changed much. They were surrounded by tall ancient trees and layers of mist, as if they had entered a maze.

"It's a little strange, how could this happen?" A strange color flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. With the speed of him and Tai Long, they should definitely be out of this fog in a few hours, and now it seems that There was no sign of going out at all.

Suddenly, the blue light in Qin Xuan's pupils bloomed to the extreme, as bright as stars, seeming to break all illusions. His eyes swept through the fog, and his expression suddenly solidified.

After taking a deep breath, he said helplessly: "I think we may be trapped."

"What!" When Tai Long heard this, his body shook violently, and his small eyes suddenly became alert, scanning everything around him, releasing a hint of coldness.

Qin Xuan's blue eyes slowly turned around. There was no fog around him at all. What he saw was a vast desert, with sand flying all over the sky, yellow wind rolling, and an atmosphere of eternal desolation, as if there were thousands of people here. It has been deserted for years and no one has come here.

Obviously, Qin Xuan and Tai Long were caught in an illusory array, and it might be a very powerful illusory array. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the two of them not to sense anything unusual, and it was not until now that they discovered something strange.

"Then what should we do now?" Tai Long looked at Qin Xuan and asked. He was not good at breaking formations, but he had seen Qin Xuan set up formations before, so he should have a way to break this illusory formation.

Suddenly, the scene in front of Qin Xuan suddenly changed. It was no longer an uninhabited desert, but an extremely noisy sect.

In the sect, countless disciples stood on the vast square, discussing with each other and exchanging experiences, showing a prosperous scene. At the top of the sect, there was a super powerful formation, filled with terrifying formation fluctuations. Seems to control everything in the sect.

"That's...?" Qin Xuan's eyes moved upward, his blue eyes shining brightly, and he saw a scene further away.

Different from the harmonious and prosperous scene presented in the sect, the sky above is extremely dark, without any light.

Countless strands of black energy flew down from the sky and adhered to the formation, releasing some kind of corrosive power, causing the light on the formation to gradually dim and the formation to gradually lose its effect.

Light and darkness appeared in a space at the same time, which shocked Qin Xuan.

"Didn't they notice that the sky has changed?" Qin Xuan looked at the handsome faces of many disciples in the sect with smiles on their faces, enjoying themselves in cultivation, and seemed not to notice anything at all.

As if sensing something, he turned his eyes again. There were many people guarding the formation in the four directions of east, west, north and south. They were wearing white black robes, with solemn expressions and a terrifying aura. They seemed to be elders of the sect. .

They were in groups of four, and seemed to form a small formation among themselves, continuously injecting energy into the large formation to resist the external black energy, so that the large formation could still operate normally in a short period of time.

Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, and he vaguely guessed something. Perhaps these elders had known for a long time that the sky had changed, but they didn't want to worry the disciples, so they set up a transcendent illusion array above the sect to restore the light.

I heard the old man say that the Misty Swamp is an extremely ancient place that evolved over many years, and there are many opportunities and ancient things.

Based on what Qin Xuan saw, it is very likely that the area he was in was the original location of the sect in the picture, and that sect should have been ruined countless years ago.

Qin Xuan could even imagine what a tragic scene it would be, when all the light was swallowed up and everything in the world fell into terrible darkness.

The disciples looked up at the sky in horror, and found that the sky they saw was black, and they began to feel uneasy.

Terrifying black energy poured down from the sky, and countless disciples ran away with horrified expressions. However, the black energy was everywhere, and the entire sect was immersed in endless darkness...

"Huh..." Qin Xuan couldn't help but exhale a long breath, as if he wanted to calm down the shock in his heart. He seemed to see the deep unwillingness in the eyes of the disciples when they fell.

Disaster suddenly befell them, and it was too late to save them.

Qin Xuan looked at the mist filling the air, and a solemn look appeared on his face. These mist should be the remnants of the illusory formation from back then. Even after tens of millions of years, it still has such power. It can be seen in the picture How powerful and prosperous the sect was back then.

"Qin Xuan, do you have any idea?" Tai Long looked at Qin Xuan and asked again.

Qin Xuan did not respond immediately, but pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "If I am not mistaken, I should be able to break this formation."

"Really?" Tailong immediately became alert. Qin Xuan was indeed reliable. He believed that he was indeed right!

Qin Xuan walked forward and looked in a certain direction, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

His palms shone with light, as if many killing patterns condensed and bloomed with brilliant light. Qin Xuan took a step forward suddenly, and in an instant, the killing patterns whistled out and rushed in that direction.

With a loud bang, everything around changed instantly. The fog disappeared, the jungle disappeared, and what appeared in front of the two was a desolate desert.

"Sure enough." Qin Xuan saw this scene, his eyes were slightly cold, everything was not much different from what he expected, but Tailong's reaction was completely different from Qin Xuan. A desert suddenly appeared in front of him, and his expression was stunned, his mouth slightly opened, but he could not speak at all.

"Let's go." Qin Xuan smiled at Tai Long, then his figure flashed and he ran forward gracefully.

"Isn't this... a misty swamp? How did it suddenly become a desert?" Tai Long was still confused at this time. When he reacted, he found that Qin Xuan had already run far away, so he hurriedly chased after him.

In the central area of ​​the desert, there is a dilapidated ancient monument, which exudes a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere from inside to outside, as if it has gone through countless years and experienced the changes of centuries.

The ancient monument is huge, like a huge city, spanning an endless area, with many buildings inside, some of which are completely dilapidated, while some are still well preserved, and you can vaguely see the glory and majesty of the past.

At this time, in the ancient monument, there are figures in many buildings, in groups, all of them are young people, revealing a strong demonic aura, with extraordinary temperament, not like the original residents of the monument.

In a building, there were five or six figures gathered together, with demonic aura rising to the sky. Judging from their aura, they were all second-level monsters. Among them, a young man in white had the strongest aura, faintly reaching the extreme of the second level, only one step away from the third level.

This person was dressed in white, with extraordinary appearance, sharp edges and corners, thin lips like a knife, ghostly purple pupils, and a white dress, making the whole person look extremely weird. At this time, he sat among the people with his eyes closed, as if practicing.

"The Misty Swamp is really old, with so many ancient relics, there must be many opportunities hidden in it. We can have a good experience here!" One of them said excitedly.

"Opportunity is secondary. After all, even if some opportunities are there, we can't get them with our current strength. The main thing is to see the younger generation of other tribes and see how strong they are." A person on the right slowly spoke, with a gleam in his eyes, and a strong confidence in his expression.

As he spoke, the speaker looked at the young man in white sitting in the middle, a hint of flattery flashed across his face, and he said, "Zhu Bai, what do you think of the prodigies of other tribes?"

After the words fell, the eyes of the other people also looked at the young man in white in the middle, with a hint of fear and respect in the depths of their eyes, as if they were quite afraid of this young man in white.

The young man in white opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his strange eyes. He said lightly: "How can we know how strong he is without fighting."

The hearts of the people trembled slightly. Although the tone of this remark was flat, it revealed a strong desire to fight, and it was obvious that he wanted to compete with the top prodigies of other demon tribes.

"With Zhu Bai's terrifying talent, I think the prodigies of other demon tribes, no matter how strong they are, can't be stronger than him." Someone immediately said, and this remark seemed to be said to Zhu Bai, but Zhu Bai closed his eyes again and ignored this remark directly, making the face of the speaker quite unnatural.

At the same time, two figures were running over a hundred miles away from the ancient ruins.

One figure was slender and light, with a sense of lightness and spirit in his movements, as ethereal and unrestrained as the breeze, while the other was slightly tall and heavy, like a hill, and the scene of running was very visually impactful.

"Qin Xuan, how far is it? We have been running for several hours in a row, and it should be nearly a thousand miles." The tall figure was panting and seemed to be a little exhausted.

The slender figure in white suddenly stopped, with blue light shining in his eyes. At a glance, it seemed that he could see the scene in the distance.

"It's almost there. I have seen the ancient ruins. I believe it will take less than half an hour to arrive!"