I'm really just a juggler.

Chapter 182: Huanzong Ruins, Yingtian Monument

Hearing Chen Die's barrage of questions, Wei Yi frowned.

"I don't know. I'm just a messenger. He said you'll understand what's going on when you see the ring."

After saying that, he jumped up and disappeared.

At this moment, Feiying walked out from behind, with horror in his eyes.

"This man's body movements are truly extraordinary. There are only a handful of people in the world who can match him."

In his eyes, Wei Yi disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.

He is a master of physical skills, and he has not been idle during this period.

His skills are close to the late stage of the Grandmaster, so he can understand the horror of that person before.

Chen Die was also shocked and said, "Really? You are not kidding, are you?"

He knew the value of this evaluation. In this case, wasn't that person a grandmaster?

I am currently in the rebuilding stage, and only one tenth of my strength remains.

He even dared to flirt with the other person.

As long as the other person didn't slap me to death, it means I have a good temper.

Feiying was also very scared at this time. In the current Bu Mansion, he was the strongest person.

The strength of the head of the family is extremely powerful, and his presence can make people feel a lot more at ease.

But now, the head of the family is not here.

Except for a few brothers from the Imperial Academy, everyone else is just an ordinary person, plus two half-baked people who are still rebuilding their school.

The capital city is a mixed bag, and if you are not careful, you never know what kind of person you might offend.

"The only thing we can be sure of now is that the Patriarch is fine, but he won't be back for a while."

Although he was extremely cautious in his heart, it did not show on his face.

If all else fails, you can seek help from the head of the Jingshi Hall.

He is a late-stage Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm. Even with myself added to the mix, is it possible that they cannot defend the Patriarch's residence?

Then he looked at Chen Die and said earnestly, "Old Chen, could you please be more careful with your words and not make people so frightened?"

Chen Die was born with a carefree personality, so he became friends with these servants very early on.

Chen Die smiled sheepishly, then said, "I'm sorry, I won't come out from now on. I'll go back to my room and see what Brother Chen brought me."

Feiying smiled helplessly.

On the other side, on Qianlin Mountain.

Bu Chen didn't know how long he walked in the white fog.

If it weren't for the power of the soul, it would have been constantly released to check everything around.

He even wondered if he was just wandering around in the same place.

But giving up is not an option, the only way is to move forward.

Suddenly, Bu Chen raised his eyebrows.

He clearly noticed that the fog around him began to dissipate a little.

It's not obvious, but it's a good start.

This means that you will soon reach your destination.

An excited look appeared on his face.

I hope the scene in a while will not disappoint him.

Only in this way, even if there is nothing good, he can gain a sense of pride in political conquest.

The pace quickened, and the fog became thinner as we walked forward.

Until finally, the white mist completely dissipated.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he wanted to laugh out loud.

But the laughter suddenly choked in his throat.

What I saw before me was a huge mountain gate. Just a simple mountain gate exuded a majestic atmosphere.

Two large characters were written on the top in a flowing stroke.

This is not like the characters used today, it is filled with an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere.

Although these two words are constantly being tested by time, they do not bypass time.

It adds a thick heaviness to them.

As for what these two words are called, that is not difficult for Bu Chen.

If it were before, he would have been groping in the dark, but it’s different now.

The true magic strategy is all-encompassing, and this is not an exaggeration, but the truth.

Ancient characters like this have many interpretations, which also represent different fonts.

The two words in front of him were the words "Huan Zong".

Illusion Sect?

This is not the kind of group in the Western Regions that makes a living by performing.

But it is a real illusion sect.

Just from this mountain gate, you can see how powerful the Huan Sect was back then.

But now, everything has changed.

This place has been weathered by wind and frost and is covered with a lot of moss.

Bu Chen stretched out a finger, and a hurricane appeared at his fingertips.

He pointed forward, and suddenly a strong wind blew, clearing away the moss on the mountain gate.

Continue walking forward, and after an incense stick of time, you will see some houses appear in front of you.

When Bu Chen got closer, he found that these houses were also dilapidated.

As we continued walking forward, the houses became more and more luxurious.

This also means that we are getting closer and closer to the center of the Huan Sect.

After a while, they arrived in front of a huge stone tablet.

There is not a single word or pattern on it.

Standing under the stone tablet, looking at the whole picture of Huanzong.

How huge.

Even now, he could feel how prosperous the original Huanzong was.

But now,

Looking at the broken walls and ruins around him, an endless sadness welled up in his heart.

This feeling came suddenly, but Bu Chen didn't want to stop it.

He is now also considered a member of the Illusion Sect.

How could I not be sad to see my sect become like this?

He didn't want to become the kind of person who gave up lust after becoming strong.

What's the point of living for such a person?

If that's the case, what's the difference between it and The Walking Dead?

It’s better to die and be free as soon as possible.

After calming down, he looked at the blank stone tablet.

It was so huge that Bu Chen looked so small in front of it.

It's like the difference between an elephant and an ant.

His hand touched it involuntarily.

Something strange happened suddenly. The moment the two came into contact, Bu Chen's hand was firmly sucked onto the stone tablet.

Bu Chen was shocked and immediately wanted to pull his arm back.

But it was all in vain.

Feeling that the true energy in his body was flowing towards the stone tablet, he immediately drew out a knife and prepared to cut off the arm.

At this moment, A Lao's voice suddenly rang out.

【Wait, no, this won’t do you any harm. 】

The voice sounded a little tired.

Bu Chen was immediately overjoyed and said, "Old man, what happened just now? Why can't I talk to you?"

[It's all because of this monument's suppression. I didn't want to come out, but seeing you were so upset, I tried my best to come out. You little bastard, you're such a worry.]

Bu Chen was moved and said, "Old Man, what is this stone tablet? What is going on? Why is it suppressing you?"

[This is called the Reflecting Heaven Stele, a stone stele that has existed since ancient times and is the foundation of the Huan Sect.]

[I have to say, you, a jerk, have incredible luck. You even managed to come across something like this.]

A Lao said with some envy.