Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

Zhang Yunqing put away the Qiankun bag and looked at the group of treasures behind him. "Are you really not going to follow me? I have always been very kind to spiritual weapons. If you follow me, you will definitely not suffer any loss."

The treasure is silent.

Okay, a forced melon is not sweet. She patted her bag with satisfaction and turned away.

The treasures watched Zhang Yunqing walk out step by step, and they couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

When her back completely disappeared, a group of treasures huddled together and cried loudly.

"Ah! My Shuang'er finally had a chance to survive before she was completely shattered!"

"That fake spiritual root has so many rare and perfect refining materials, it will definitely be able to repair Sister Qing Ling!"

"As long as we are alive, we will definitely meet again in the future!"

"But does that fake spiritual root have so many materials? Can Xiao Jianjian and the others repair them all?"

"I'm already missing my sister Huashan, what should I do?"

"Ding-ling-ling." The treasure on the third floor moved. "We will meet again if we are destined to."

"Yes." The oil lamp beside it shook. "This person's character is trustworthy. I believe they will survive and shine in the outside world."

The oil lamp magical instrument could not help but float forward for a distance, muttering, "I have stayed in the treasure pavilion for ten thousand years, but only when they come, I feel the deepest."

"I still remember that it was after a great war a thousand years ago. Hundreds of young disciples, holding the relics of their ancestors, stepped into this place solemnly and placed the treasures on rows of fine wooden shelves one by one, waiting for the next destined person."

"When they first arrived, even if the blood was wiped off their bodies, the hostility could not be wiped off. I don't know what kind of battles they went through in the war, and most of them were seriously injured."

"After a thousand years of sedimentation and self-repair, some are basically recovered, but some have dissipated over the long years, and some have survived until now, but are about to run out of steam."

"Yes." Sweep sighed, "Qing Ling and the others were damaged too badly. Even if they sleep every day, they can't repair themselves. Although it's hard to find something in this world that can repair them, I didn't expect to encounter such a 'rich' pseudo-spiritual root."

“Maybe this is the fate they have been waiting for.”

A group of treasures swayed and looked towards the exit, extremely silent.

After Zhang Yunqing came out of the treasure pavilion, he headed towards the Nine Realms of Divine Sky.

It is said that there are nine levels in the Nine Realms of Shenxiao. If someone can enter from the first level and exit from the ninth level, he is definitely a genius.

However, in the history of Shenxiao Sect, only three people have come out from the ninth floor. Two of them were very famous figures in history, and the last one is the current Shenxiao Sect leader Xuan Zhengqing.

The entrance to the Nine Realms of Shenxiao is a half-fan-shaped stone tablet that rises into the sky. It is hollow in the middle and surrounded by blue and silver mist that flows gently like a huge whirlpool.

From time to time, a streak of golden spiritual energy like a meteor would fall from the sky and land on the stone tablet, nurturing it.

Zhang Yunqing couldn't describe the hugeness of the stone tablet, the magnificence of the water mist, and the brilliance of the spiritual power even if she tilted her head back. But she thought that if someone with gigantic fear stood here, he would probably feel short of breath due to chest tightness.

There were many disciples gathered here at this time, and Zhang Yunqing saw Han Yue being chased and hacked at a glance.

Of course, at this moment she had become a beautiful scenery in the eyes of everyone here, and it was hard for Zhang Yunqing not to notice her.

"Senior Sister Han!" She waved her hand.

"Junior Sister Yunqing, you're here!" Han Yue took the opportunity to greet her, and then begged for mercy from the long sword with a bitter face, "Senior, can you go and settle the score with my father? Stop chasing me!"

"Today I must die with you!" Zhuilong roared with his long sword, and sparks flew from the blade.

"clang!" A silver moon sickle suddenly flew out from Han Yue's arms and confronted the dragon chaser.

Han Yue heaved a sigh of relief, "Yin Yue, please help me!"

However, the Silver Moon Scythe turned around and pointed at Han Yue, "To be honest, I want to chop you too."

Han Yue: "...The old man has caused me so much trouble..."

After a while, a light blue light suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Nine Realms of Shenxiao. It burst out from the vortex of silver and blue mist and projected onto the disciples outside like a channel.

Zhang Yunqing's body suddenly became lighter and she actually floated up, which made her heart skip a beat.

Even Han Yue fell silent, and the two weapons reluctantly retracted into her body.

This beam of light carried the disciples present towards the direction of the vortex.

"Buzz!" One after another, everyone passed through the vortex and disappeared.

When Zhang Yunqing's vision became clear again, she found herself in a space that was not quite real.

There is a huge black disc under your feet, and around it are mountains, rivers, flowers, plants and trees painted like ink.

She took a step forward.

"Buzz!"

The black disk under his feet suddenly began to rotate, stretch, and gradually expand outward, eventually turning into a complicated formation.

Zhang Yunqing: “…”

"Breaking the formation... I'm really bad at it."

"I can do it!" A tattered fan flew out of her Qiankun bag, "Master, I can break this formation!"

"Oh?" Zhang Yunqing's eyes lit up immediately. These treasures have lived for a long time and are indeed knowledgeable. "Then how do we break the formation?"

Broken Fan said, "This is the first mirror of the Nine Realms of Divine Sky. I have followed past masters through this mirror many times and have a general understanding of what it is like."

"This is a chain formation. It is easiest to crack it at the beginning, because if you take a wrong step, a different number of mazes will appear here. These mazes are different and are related to each other."

"So the more wrong steps you take, the more mazes there are, and the more difficult it will be to crack them."

"Fortunately, you have only taken one wrong step. There are only about a hundred mazes here. Don't worry." Little Broken Shan comforted.

With just one step, he created hundreds of formations, worthy of the prestigious Nine Realms of Shenxiao.

Zhang Yunqing had no choice but to stand there motionless. "Although you are just a fan, you know a lot about battle formations."

"That's right. I am a painting fan. With one wave I can paint mountains and rivers. With another wave I can break thousands of formations. With a third wave I can control the whole world. In this world, there are few formations that can defeat me!" It said proudly.