The reason why Yuwen Zhouyuan was able to break through the illusion was due to his ups and downs, his extensive knowledge, and a lot of strange things he learned.

Haifeng and Yuwen Zhouyuan had not been together for a long time, but he trusted him from the bottom of his heart and regarded him as the closest person. He suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Brother, the yin and yang daughter and mother wheels that Haifeng just found,

That is a treasure."

Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded and said: "Yes, this magic weapon seems to be dual-purpose. It can be used for attack and protection. I will practice it when I have time in the future." Haifeng smiled and felt very proud.

Although the man had the spirit stone in his hand, the long-term confinement had already made him dying. He was unable to absorb the energy of the spirit stone, and his upper and lower teeth were so anxious that they collided with each other, making a "de, de, de" knocking sound.

Yuwen Zhouyuan noticed something was wrong, turned around and couldn't help being surprised, and said: "Haifeng, you protect us, he will not be able to survive without someone to help him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't wait for Haifeng to reply. He sat cross-legged next to the man and poured his magic power into the man's body.

The spiritual power in the man's Dantian was about to dry up long ago, and Yuan Ying was even more weak. Yuwen Zhouyuan carefully pushed the spiritual power in his Dantian to rotate.

Fortunately, Yuwen Zhouyuan was very careful. If he was eager for success, he might have done bad things with good intentions. Gradually, the man's Dantian spiritual power began to rotate with difficulty.

Yuwen Zhouyuan discovered that the spiritual power in his Dantian was different. It was like countless colored strips of light, surrounding the Nascent Soul in a spiral shape. The colored stripes were very dim.

Yuwen Zhouyuan knew that he was close to the edge of losing his power. After self-imprisonment, he could not be defeated. If no one helped him, his final result would be very tragic. That is the result that a monk least wants to get.

If it disperses, nothing will be accomplished, and even the Nascent Soul will become invisible.

Haifeng and Lightning both flew into the air and were on guard. Haifeng was very nervous, fearing that something powerful would come in at this time. Because he was defeated in the early stage of Nascent Soul, his realm was far behind that of the masters.

Yu Wen Zhouyuan was very dissatisfied with his actions. According to his opinion, it was good enough for Yu Wen Zhouyuan to give him the spirit stone. In this dangerous place, Yu Wen Zhouyuan dared to reach out to save people. He was really worried.

The man received help from Yu Wen Zhouyuan and gradually regained his composure. His whole body was glowing with colored light. In the colored light, his white hair stood on end, like a giant hedgehog.

The most astonishing thing is that his skeleton-like figure has become plump, and the dead skin on his face has fallen off in large chunks, revealing the white and tender new skin underneath.

Yuwen Zhouyuan let go of his hand and recovered with two spiritual stones. He had spent a lot of mana just now, and he found that the person's cultivation level was much higher than his own, and he should be at least a master at the True Emperor stage.

Yuwen Zhouyuan recovered first, stood up and asked: "Haifeng, is there anything going on?"

Haifeng waved to Yuwen Zhouyuan from a corner: "Brother, come quickly! Come quickly!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan started to leave, then stopped after thinking about it. He put down a set of clothes next to the man, then flew to Haifeng and said, "What's the matter?"

Haifeng transformed into a two-foot-tall boy. He stood at the foot of a wall and looked at something. He kept calling Yuwen Zhouyuan over with one hand.

Haifeng noticed that Yuwen Zhouyuan had come to his side, so he didn't look back and said, "Brother, look there, does it look strange?"

It was a rotating ball of yellow gas about three feet square, surrounding the foot of the wall. It seemed to be pouring in from outside the wall and then shrinking back from time to time.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't understand what it was, but one thing he knew very well was that this gas was completely different from the illusion murals in the entire hall and was absolutely independent.

Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a while and said, "Haifeng, we can't understand everything here. I think it's better to be careful."

Haifeng jumped onto Yuwen Zhouyuan's shoulder again and said with a smile: "Forget it if you don't understand, Haifeng still feels safe with his brother." It wasn't a question of whether he should be careful at all, but a question of all the things in the ruins that he couldn't understand.

All the things are afraid.

Suddenly someone from the side interrupted: "I know what this is!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan was startled and floated away slightly. The person who spoke came to him silently, but he didn't notice it at all.

Yuwen Zhouyuan asked: "Senior, have you recovered?"

The man nodded and said: "Although he has not fully recovered, it is no longer a problem... Well, I... I owe you a favor, and I will definitely repay you when I have the opportunity." His tone seemed a bit arrogant.

Haifeng was so angry that he snorted: "A love? Nonsense, it's a life-saving grace..."

Yuwen Zhouyuan coughed, interrupting Haifeng's words, and said disapprovingly: "It's easy, don't worry. Hey, what is that yellow air mass?"

The man's face turned slightly red. He didn't expect Yuwen Zhouyuan to say that. He was actually very ashamed, but because of his high status, he couldn't let go of his arrogance.

The man said: "This is one of the five secret caves of the Illusion Sect. It is a secret cave guarded by the Great Illusion Realm. This group of yellow gas is called 'Illusion Dust'. It is a treasure that matches the illusion. When the illusion is broken, this

The clumps of stuff just floated out.”

The man hesitated for a moment and then said: "The formation eye of the illusion is a soul-suppressing bead. If you collect the soul-suppressing bead, congratulations, you can go in, because only those who wear the soul-suppressing bead can enter."

No one else can enter this secret cave."

Haifeng stared at the man while lowering his head in thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Nine Saints of Yunei... Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao... You are Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao, one of the legendary Nine Saints of Yu Nei!"

"

The man backed away continuously and shouted: "Who is Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao? I am not!"

His violent reaction surprised Yu Wen and Zhou Yuan.

Haifeng said with certainty: "I have seen your image in the jade slips. You are the Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao!" The man's face turned red and blue for a while, looking embarrassed and sad.

Yuwen Zhouyuan thought about it and immediately understood his feelings. As a senior expert, it was really embarrassing to be rescued by a junior.

Regarding the Nine Saints in Yunei mentioned by Haifeng, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but be stunned. If he hadn't accidentally read a classic in the Sutra Library of Renxin Sect, he wouldn't have known about it.

Yuwen Zhouyuan hurriedly said: "Senior, don't you want to know the situation of the other saints?"

Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao was stunned and asked: "How are the other eight old guys now? Have they ascended long ago?" Unintentionally, he had admitted that he was one of them.

Yuwen Zhouyuan said: "Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were seven true saint ancestors who established Dongyuan Holy Domain, Beiming Holy Domain, Xiliang Holy Domain, and Nanzhi Holy Domain in their names for the survival of mortals and monks of the human race. Domain, Heavenly Stem Holy Domain, Earth-Kun Holy Domain, Humanity Holy Domain. As for the other ancestor, I don’t know what happened to him!”

"Hahahaha, love is endless, and we have wasted millions of years just for a gamble! Is it worth it or not! Hahahaha!" After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao laughed excitedly.

Yuwen Zhouyuan saw Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao's excited look. He knew that these millions of years were wasted for him, so he was inevitably excited when he first heard about the achievements of his peers, so he wisely stood aside. Squeaked!

Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao laughed for half a stick of incense before calming down.

"Little brother, I made you laugh! Back then, I made a bet with Wei Shengqing Wanli because of a woman, and we were looking for and exploring the secret place of the Illusory Sect. I didn't expect to be trapped here for a million years. I thought I would be better than Qing Laoer. I'm not much better. If I hadn't divined someone to save me a million years from now when I was running out of spiritual power, I wouldn't have sealed myself with my turtle breath. I didn't want to wait until Xiao Brother!" Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao said.

"Senior is really powerful, he can actually predict what will happen a million years in the future!" Yu Wen Zhouyuan said in shock.

"Farewell, senior, senior, I call you, little brother, I cannot thank you enough for saving me. Little brother and I are very attached to each other. How about we become brothers?" Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao said.

Yu Wen Zhouyuan was free and easy by nature. He glanced at Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao, and he could see the sincerity in his eyes, so he did not pretend to be pretentious, so he stepped forward and paid homage: "In this way, I will pay my respects to my eldest brother!"

Saying this, Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped forward to pay homage!

Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao was not polite. After receiving Yu Wen Zhouyuan's brother-in-law's gift, he returned the gift and then said: "Happy! I'm very happy to get to know my brother today! By the way, I have you here, brother." It’s better to take this opportunity early! I see that you are already half-step into your true self, so if you take this opportunity, it will be easy to advance to the real self stage!”

"Brother, to be honest, the secret realm of the Illusion Sect is very dangerous, and I'm really a little scared!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.

Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao didn't understand what he meant, and said with a smile: "Brother, what are you afraid of? There are only a few places here that are more powerful. If you have big brother in other places, you don't have to be afraid."

Haifeng said from the side: "Senior, since you are brother Haifeng's eldest brother, you are naturally my eldest brother. Haifeng is here to pay homage to eldest brother!" As he said this, Haifeng greeted Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao.

Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao said: "What is the little guy talking about? I don't understand."

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said: "Brother, Haifeng is my adopted brother, because you are my eldest brother, so..."

"I see, I know, I recognize this little brother!" As he spoke, Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao raised his hand and pointed towards Haifeng.

After Haifeng was hit by a finger, he felt his body become lighter and at the same time found that his body became more solid!

"Thank you, brother!" Haifeng said hurriedly.

"Brother, come and try these spiritual fruits." Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a plate of various spiritual fruits from his storage bag and handed it to Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao.

Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao's eyes lit up when he saw the spirit fruit. He grabbed the spirit fruit and ate it, mumbling something vaguely.

A plate of spiritual fruits was chewed up by Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao like a wind and a cloud.
Chapter completed!