It was a happy event to get Ajiu’s reply, although it was of no use to Li Ji’s current situation.

However, after so many years, Li Ji was still very happy to know that he had finally woken up. It didn't matter to Li Ji for communication using the array plate, but Ajiu couldn't hold on. After all, he had only been awakened for a few years, and there were too many things that needed to be understood by itself. The practice of human cultivators was completely different from their spirits, so they couldn't help it.

After two days of observation, no similar fluctuations were heard from the gap between the eyes, and Li Ji decided to try again.

According to his idea, if it was not difficult for Xuanyuan to send a message, it would not be possible to stop it only once. At least it would be transmitted several times at that time, or even continuously transmitted continuously. The reason for stopping is not because there is no one, but it may be that the transmission conditions are relatively harsh, such as if he were like him, he needed the help of the spirit outside the world.

This time, Li Ji prepared very well. Not only did he add the fact that the Tai Puritans were involved in exile to the secret content, but he also prepared several precious pieces of Wu clay paper.

Wu Mud Paper is a very unique prop of cultivation. It is not used for fighting, but is a thing that is widely used in cultivation research experiments. It is mainly used to record important experimental data such as various spiritual power fluctuations, soul shocks, strange ray interference, etc.

After preparing to stop, Li Ji carefully passed the realm spirit engraved with content into the gap of the standing eye through the array, and then waited silently.

As he expected, before a moment, a huge inexplicable inspiration rushed out of Li's eyes, with such a great power that the entire wormhole buzzed. There was no doubt that the stone hall above must have noticed such a large formation, but I didn't know if it would spread further away.

Most of the pieces of Wu mud paper were torn into paper scraps by the surging inspiration, leaving only the last piece, which was clearly covered with inexplicable lines, just like the waveform curves of the electrocardiogram of the previous life, but the peaks were very different, just like a person's heartbeat at eighty at the last moment, but the next moment it turned into a heartbeat of eighty...

Li Ji couldn't understand what this meant at all!

"Uncle Silver Wing, what's wrong with it?" Several foundation-building monks on duty in the stone hall shouted down.

"Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong. I practice magic myself, and I can't control it. I don't care about it! I don't care about it!" Li Ji said perfunctorily.

At least dealing with the questions of the above disciples, Li Ji carefully looked at the last piece of Wu mud paper again, looked left and right, looked up and down, and looked over and over, but he couldn't see the above name. He knew that it was limited by his own level and realm. It seemed that he had to find foreign aid to the old Taoist Chenyuan again.

However, one thing can be confirmed. This space channel with a clearance at least from the side of the sky, can be completely traveled back. There cannot be said that there is no danger, but the probability of success is higher than 50%, which is enough.

"Junior brother, have you been damaged by the blood river channel? You have only been in for a few days and then you are going out again? If you really have something to do, you might as well just rest outside. Anyway, after the Luocheng incident, the sect also promised you to rest for a while!" Li Le complained.

"Just one day, one day, please trouble my senior brother, I'll come back and give you a big red envelope!"

Li Ji calmed down and was a little impatient. He hurriedly flew to his cave. This cannot be blamed. He often found someone to replace him, which completely disrupted the practice arrangements of others. That is, he had a good relationship with Lele. If anyone could come here to replace him for only one day, you should know that the practice plan of a monk is at least based on the year.

"Hiss..." Old Taoist Chen Yuan stared at the piece of Wu mud paper, holding a cigarette roll in one hand, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Li Ji waited for a long time and said, "Senior, don't always suck your teeth. Can you explain the meaning? You should give me a correct statement!"

"No! The records on this paper are invisible, with great strength and strange fluctuations. With my knowledge, I am afraid I can't solve it!

Please tell me the situation carefully!" Chen Yuan shook his head and admitted that he couldn't understand it.

Li Ji then came one by one, everything was very detailed, including the extraordinary power of the inspiration.

Chen Yuan washed his cigarette deeply, opened his mouth and spit out dozens of smoke rings of all sizes. This was his favorite, and then he spoke:

"The old Taoist thinks that only one person in the Nitian Sect can understand this idea!"

"Which? Let's go find him!" Li Ji said anxiously.

Chen Yuan finally let out a sip of smoke arrow, pierced through all the smoke rings in one fell swoop, fulfilling his hobby, and then said leisurely:

"I'm afraid you won't dare to go! Can you recognize the True Lord of Xixiang?"

Li Ji was stunned, "True Lord Xixiang? Did you mean, was this inspiration sent by Zhenjun Xuanyuan?"

Chen Yuan nodded in admiration, "You are not confused at all. There is a great wonder between the peaks and valleys of this waveform. It is not possible for my Nascent Soul Realm to crack and read it clearly, so I said that only Westerners can understand it in the despair of heaven."

Li Ji said disappointedly: "You might as well say that no one can understand it in exile! I want to find Xi Xiang directly and go to the wormhole to make a fuss? I can just ask him to help me return to the main world... But senior, is the meaning of the True Lord so difficult to understand? Do you do this, how can low-level monks understand their meaning? What is the meaning of storing the spirit like this?"

Chen Yuan pondered: "This is exactly what I don't understand. Generally, the True Lord who has cultivated the Great Dao has his own way to let low-level monks understand their meaning, rather than using this method that can only be understood by the True Lord. Unless Xuanyuan is a new True Lord and cannot skillfully use his abilities, it is really strange!"

Li Ji was shocked, "The new True Lord? Who else can Xuanyuan have? Twenty years ago, before Li Ji stepped into exile, the elephant happened to be in a dead end to attack the upper realm. Could it be that he was successful?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is. Xuanyuan's several true lords, Wujiang and Huamei, are the true lords of the outer sword, and they have no connection with him. Shangluo is familiar with him, but his personality is probably rarely worried about the life or death of a Jindan.

The only person who can become the True Lord and keep his attention to him seems to be no one else except the elephant... But no one can understand your ghost-drawing talisman!

Li Ji did not try to find others. As an outsider, there was no need to deceive him at all. In addition, the information about Xuanyuan was probably shameful. If you really translated it to someone, you would have to kill someone to silence him!

After nearly twenty years of preparation, it is almost time to achieve the right result, but who knows that this result is so anxious and annoying that it is hard to recognize it. Li Ji's mood can be imagined.

But he still has a chance to defend the wormhole, and there are more than ten spirits outside the world. If he crosses it a little a year, the elephant on the other side of the passage should be able to discover his mistake in more than ten years, right?
Chapter completed!