The sky was a little gloomy, and the fiery red sunset was blocked behind the iron-gray clouds. There was no wind in the sky, which seemed extremely dull.

There are crowds inside and outside the Li auction house, and from time to time, people spread the latest situation in the auction venue vividly.

When the final auction price of the Ancient Dragon Clan Grave Map and the God of War Sword was set, there was a hot wave of discussion outside.

Ye Xunhuan squeezed out of the crowd. He looked back at the Li Auction House surrounded by three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers inside, shook his head slightly. He knew that the undercurrents had really begun to surge. Two such treasures were so great, who had no desire to covet it? I'm afraid that there would be bloody snow tonight. After reading the excitement, he also gained something. He still read his book obediently to practice his light and dark conversion technique. It is definitely not a wise choice to get involved. None of these top forces in the mainland can afford to offend him now. Working to strengthen his strength is the king.

In the attic of the library, the space magic array has been activated, and Ye Xunhuan's internship magic power is being transformed into the power of light.

The concept of time during practice is probably the most ignorant, and even more so for Ye Xunhuan. He just thought about the homology between darkness and light. When he came to his senses, the space magic array had stopped operating regularly, and one night passed like this, but the feeling of scattering and emerging still lingered in his heart.

Light and darkness actually have the same origin, why are their attributes so completely opposite?

Ye Xunhuan thought about the problem that troubled him for two days. With a wave of his hand, a layer of black magic floated in his hand, like a burning black flame.

Ye Xunhuan stared at his big hand blankly, and the method that Old Locke taught him flashed in his heart. Suddenly, the dark black magic power suddenly shook, and a trace of holy light aura struggled hard in it, gradually beginning to expand until all the black magic power turned into the white power of light, but he could still feel that the dark magic power that was surging in his body was still surging.

"Yes, you did not disappoint me. Although it was just the most superficial transformation, you have mastered the key to getting started, and your progress will be a thousand miles a day. In the end, whether your body is magic or light power is only in your mind." At this moment, Old Locke appeared silently in the attic, with a hint of relief and excitement in his turbid gaze.

After Old Locke finished speaking, he looked at Ye Xunhuan deeply, and seemed to be trapped in memories again.

"Old Locke, you can take a look for something for me." Ye Xunhuan said.

"Take it and take a look." Old Locke's thoughts were pulled back by Ye Xunhuan, and he sighed in his heart. When he gets old, he always thinks of all the past.

Ye Xunhuan took out the butterfly-shaped thing that was as thin as a cicada wing and handed it to Lao Locke.

Old Locke's turbid gaze burst out with a flash of light and said in surprise: "Purple Fantasy Sun Crystal! Hey, there is such a complex magic array engraved."

"Purple Fantasy Sun Crystal? What is it? Baby?" Ye Xunhuan saw that Old Locke showed a surprised expression, and immediately said with his eyes.

"A rare material can create a powerful weapon when used with other materials, but it is basically extinct now. I didn't expect that there is still a piece in this world, but it is used alone but has no effect. The magic array engraved here is extremely complicated, and I don't know what it is for." Old Locke said.

"I thought it was a treasure, but it turned out to be a useless person." Ye Xunhuan said a little disappointed.

"It depends on who is right. This purple illusion sun crystal may have other effects, but we don't know it." Old Locke said.

Ye Xunhuan nodded and said yes, just like the Thunder Storm magic array, which is a waste of money than others, but a treasure to him.

...

Two hundred miles east of the Tianlong Emperor capital is Yuxia Mountain where Tianlan Sect is located.

The genius was shining, and a figure shot out from the Baihua Valley of Yuxia Mountain, flashing several times in the air, floating at the foot of the mountain.

"Chuxue, you are here." Elder Ling nodded to Chuxue, who was still covered in veil.

"Elder Ling, I wonder what the sect leader has to explain?" Nangong Chuxue asked lightly.

"This is the seal order of the sect leader, you can see it yourself." Elder Ling handed over a round jade tube long with a finger, with a faint flash of light on it. It was indeed the magic jade tube used by Tianlan Sect to seal the command of the sect leader and elder. There was a seal on it, and only those who received the order could use their own blood to lift it.

"Chuxue, don't let down the sect leader's expectations for you." After Elder Ling said that, a light flashed on his body and disappeared from the spot.

Nangong Chuxue frowned. How could the Sect Master Lingyu be sent by Elder Ling himself? Is there something extremely important to do?

Without thinking too much, Nangong Chuxue bounced his finger and a drop of blood dripped into the jade tube. Several magic runes flashed through the jade tube, and suddenly a gray-white smoke came out from the tent. The smoke was as spiritual as it was, and at an extremely fast speed, it drilled into Nangong Chuxue's finger wound, which was squeezing out blood and recovering rapidly.

At the same time, strange spells began to surge in Nangong Chuxue's ears.

Nangong Chuxue felt her mind trembling, and some of it was not under her control. Her mental power began to get entangled together like a split, forming strange patterns.

Elder Ling, who had already disappeared, appeared again, laughing and looking at Nangong Chuxue's painful appearance, but the laughter was as charming as a woman.

"You are not Elder Ling, who are you?" Nangong Chuxue asked, his back soaked in cold sweat.

Elder Ling wiped his face, and his ordinary old face suddenly turned into a charming young woman's pretty face.

"Zhao Mei'er, it's you!" Nangong Chuxue's beautiful eyes narrowed.

"Of course it's me, otherwise what do you think? Elder Ling has been busy dealing with Tianxianglou in the United Kingdom of Elantra. How can he give orders for the sect leader? Hehe, if you want to blame, you blame you for being too stupid. Now that you have been hit by my ecstasy, you will no longer be you, be your sister's puppet." Zhao Meier chuckled proudly.

"Dream." Nangong Chuxue shouted sweetly, shook her slender hand, and a blue light shot straight into Zhao Meier's face.

Zhao Meier flashed sideways, but found that Nangong Chuxue's body was like light smoke and had disappeared from the spot.

"Hmph, I still want to run away. I have been hit by my ecstasy. Even if you run to the ends of the world, you can't run out of Zhao Meier's palm." Zhao Meier snorted coldly.

The night's joy stands on the pine branches, swaying left and right with the wind, the green flute lies across the corner of the mouth, and the sound waves ripples around them layer by layer.

At this moment, a light smoke suddenly shot from a distance, turning into a beautiful figure and falling to the ground, trembling until it shivered.

"It's her!" Ye Xunhuan's flute sounded, and she was extremely surprised. How could the Fairy Chuxue of Tianlan Sect be so embarrassed? It seemed that she was caught.

Nangong Chuxue raised her head with difficulty and saw a tall figure slowly falling from the air. However, her pupils were already scattered, and she could not see clearly the person standing in front of her.
Chapter completed!