"It seems to be the end. ”

On the rooftop of the hotel on the outskirts of the original city, Tian Ziyang felt the atmosphere of Huo Ran's repetition of the Qingming in heaven and earth, and knew that the invisible guardian ban in the original city had been lifted, and he thought that the ancient demon had been resolved.

Xiao Er sat on a bench on the side and looked down at the news on his mobile phone: "The official explanation is that it is a natural disaster, and the impact on the world should be completely eliminated on such a large scale, it seems that the Environmental Investigation Bureau is busy this time." ”

"The world has been peaceful for a long time, and the number of cultivators and shape-shifting demon cultivators has increased every day, and in my opinion, the secrecy decree is already unattainable. Tian Ziyang sneered, and then asked Xiao Er, "By the way, when will you return to Daonan?"

Xiao Er still swiped his phone: "I'm going to wait a few days, and the original ghost market opens, I have to buy something, what about you?"

"I'm going back to Gyeonggi. Tian Ziyang looked into the distance, "I want to bring Zhu Qingyuan's head back to the spirit of my junior brother." ”

“……”

The grievances between Qiaonan and Kunlun, Xiao Er only knows the consequences, but he doesn't know the previous situation, but it doesn't seem appropriate to ask now, so after being silent for a long time, he exhaled lightly: "Then I wish you a smooth journey." ”

Tian Ziyang turned his head and smiled rarely: "Thank you, farewell." ”

After saying that, Tian Ziyang turned over and jumped off the tall building, the fire flashed, and his whereabouts were gone.

Xiao Er was stunned for a few breaths, and then laughed, this is really Tian Ziyang's style, just go, and don't drag the mud and water at all.

Glancing at the sky again, Xiao Er stood up with his cane and turned back to his room.

After placing a simple ban, Xiao Er began to take things out of the mustard seed charm.

A remnant of a stele, a bronze lampholder, a picture of two tigers contending, a golden pot, a stack of silk silk, and some wood and stone collected by hand.

This is the harvest of Xiao Er's trip to the ruins of the Ancient Immortal Cave Mansion, which seems to have exceeded the sum of Xiao Er's treasure hunting over the years, but it seems quite insignificant when you think about the fact that you almost died because of this.

This is the case with the treasure hunt in the secret realm, the wealth and danger are sought, the opportunity is coming, and an unknown casual cultivation may be able to leap into the pride of the sky, and if you are not careful, many genius disciples of the wealthy sects may turn into Nan Ke in their lifetime.

This remnant tablet can be regarded as a part of the magic weapon that can suppress the demon saint, and it came out with the mountain and sea monster out of trouble, although the demon suppression map is a magic weapon, but it is also exhausted. If the other monks in the secret realm have a chance to escape, they may be able to find more fragments in the future, and there may be a chance to recreate some of the power of that magic weapon.

The flame bronze lampholder is purely decorative, although its material is precious, Xiao Er can't use it for the time being, so he finds a place to sell it.

The two tigers compete for the picture scroll can summon the two tiger spirits against the enemy, but it is a good medium-grade magic weapon, as long as it is tempered and practiced over time, the two tigers have a clear and thorough initial realm cultivation.

But the magic weapon is not much more expensive, and Xiao Er himself can evolve thousands of spell changes with a tube of immortal pen, this kind of magic weapon that seems to have great magical powers, many single means of scattered cultivation are extremely needed, but it has no effect on the current Xiao Er, and it may be sold at a high price in the ghost market.

That golden pot is a rare storage vessel, but it can only hold a type of wine, although the quality is extraordinary, but the original owner is obviously a wealthy immortal family, only regarded it as a wine vessel, and has no other purpose. This magic weapon Xiao Er is useful, and it can be refined and used by yourself.

Xiao Er took out two mustard seed talismans, sorted them out while sieving and pondering, put together the useful things in his house, and put the things he wanted to sell in another mustard seed talisman, which also contained many talismans that he wanted to sell in the wild ghost collection last time but did not succeed.

Xiao Er is a veteran of business, and after some tidying up, after careful calculation, this Gu Xiandong Mansion actually earned about seventy or eighty taels of gold essence materials.

It is no wonder that so many cultivators in the world would rather abandon their cultivation than go around looking for treasures, which is really the most lucrative business in the world.

However, thinking of the top-grade magic weapons scattered all over the place after Tian Ziyang shot and killed Zhu Qingyuan, Xiao Er couldn't help but sigh, compared to killing people and setting fires, what is it to find hidden treasures?

After sorting out all the sundries, Xiao Er's mind was condensed, and he called for it.

A golden chessboard appeared indoors, and the majestic light made Xiao Erbu's prohibition shake.

Compared with those magic weapons, this magic weapon is Xiao Er's biggest gain from this trip, and it is also something that really cannot be measured by value.

The chessboard has 19 roads, the whole body is made of jade stone, golden and edged, warm and clear, and there are 216 chess pieces on it, staggered and horizontal, forming a foregone conclusion that the black chess dragon is trapped.

In addition to the magic weapon Hao Ran Wat of Cangjie in the early years, this is Xiao Er's first contact with the magic weapon in the world.

The mana was slightly expanded, Xiao Er wanted to move the chess pieces on it, but he saw the golden light flashing, and the trapped dragon chess revealed the meaning of resistance, and the chess pieces in his hand seemed to have a thousand weights.

This magic weapon, Xiao Er was only taking advantage of the magic weapon to suppress the mountain and sea monster, the initial sacrifice, and he was not really able to control it, and now he is no longer the same enemy, Xiao Er can not even be called the true master of this magic weapon, let alone exert one-twelfth of its power.

What's more, at that time, the trapped dragon chess actually gave Xiao Er a chance to communicate with him, and even helped Xiao Er enter the realm of supernatural powers in one fell swoop, but Xiao Er categorically refused, he would rather seal himself in the sea of qi than break through the realm in the secret realm.

Since you don't know how to lift, how can you expect Sleepy Dragon Chess to give you a good face?

"It's a real magic weapon, and it's really personal. ”

Xiao Er chuckled, didn't care, and took back the trapped dragon chess.

He was reluctant to break through the realm, not only because of the Qingsheng Festival, but also because in his heart, he was not willing to take advantage of the power of this magic weapon of unknown origin to enter the realm of supernatural powers.

Since ancient times, the difference between magic weapons and magic weapons is that magic weapons have their own karma and fate, and once a monk becomes the master of the magic weapon, he will also suffer the calamity of the magic weapon while receiving the help of the magic weapon's qi number. The same fortune and the same calamity, it is one, and the life is handed over, which is the magic weapon of the natal life.

But Xiao Er thinks in his heart that only the things that he has put his heart and soul into from the beginning of the selection of materials and created bit by bit can be regarded as the real natal things.

Moreover, Xiao Er had a grand wish on the day when he practiced the immortal pen, and if he succeeded in practicing in the future, he must let him achieve the magic weapon.

Even though the Trapped Dragon Chess is a powerful magic weapon 2,000 years ago, how do you know that my Xiao Er's sacrificial immortal pen will not be able to surpass it one day?

Heaven is constant, life is unspeakable, and the value of humanity lies in courage and diligence, Xiao Er has never been like iron since he was five years old.

Putting away all the belongings and removing the prohibition, Xiao Er listened attentively, and suddenly showed an interesting look.

It seemed that the magic weapon Guanghua of Fang Cai could not be completely restrained, and two monks downstairs actually came looking for him one after the other.

"Tuk tuk!"

There was a quick knock on the door, and it seemed that the person who came was not very polite.

Xiao Er got up and opened the door, but outside the door was a short young man with a somewhat flustered expression, who seemed to be a Ming Che Zhongjing cultivator, with a pair of small eyes dripping and rolling.

"This fellow Daoist, please save me! There are wicked people chasing and killing me!"

As soon as the young man opened his mouth, he pleaded, and his expression was urgent, not as if he was pretending.

Before Xiao Er's mind turned around, he saw a menacing man at the entrance of the building approaching in a few steps: "Bi San, where are you still running?"

As he spoke, a metallic luster appeared in the big man's hand, and a fierce aura overflowed, and he grabbed the short young man.

"With my fellow Daoist here, don't be arrogant!"

The short man named Bi San shouted, his body shook, and he slipped into the room from Xiao Er's side.

Although Xiao Er didn't know the situation, he was also a little bored, so his brows furrowed, and he sent out a backhand character.

With a flash of golden light, the short young man who was about to jump out of the window through the room was frozen, and then Xiao Er grabbed him.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Er grabbed the short man with one hand, and spit out with the other hand, holding down the big man who was about to shoot.

The big man originally despised Xiao Er as a cripple, but now when he saw that Xiao Er's mana was faintly higher than his own, he couldn't help but muster up his mana to break free from Xiao Er, took two steps back, and then said: "I am the deacon of the ghost city in Hexi, this Bi San stole the things of the ghost market, and asked the Taoist friends to hand it over to us, and the ghost city will remember the help of the Taoist friends today." ”

The blood-dripping remnant sun licked its wounds in a red glow, and the sky was gloomy and empty, like the white and stiff face of a dead corpse, without the slightest life. The towering giant tree had already lost its leaves, and pierced the sky with its hard and hideous branches, as if an endless flock of birds were hovering over the giant tree, and from time to time they let out a few terrible strange screams, each of them with black feathers and sharp toe claws, and the evil eyes reflected the color of blood.

The earth was as white as the sky, but it was layers of white bones, like a huge carpet of white bones, spreading to the end of heaven and earth. In this pile of bones, there are fierce beasts roaring towards the heavens and the earth, giant elephants that have been cut off by their waists, long snakes with sinuous bodies tied into dead knots, and human beings whose skulls are stuck in their abdomen. In this silent world, they seem to be howling incessantly, telling the monstrous grievances to heaven and earth in the most tragic way.

This is a dead world, the heavens are dead, the earth is dead, and there is not a living creature to be seen, there is no wind, as if the air is also dead, but there are thousands of voices hoarse in the silence:

"We will definitely return~~"

The night in Heijo is particularly quiet.

In an era when second- and third-tier cities are already vying to become a city that never sleeps, this small county town nestled in the mountains is a bit of a paradise. Truth be told, as a county seat under development, Pingcheng is not closed, everything in a modern town can be found here, bars, discos, bathing centers, high-end clubs, etc., and it should be the beginning of the excitement when night falls. But the people here seem to live in an ancient rhythm, still upheld the sunrise and sunset of their ancestors, so when it comes to the point where high school students study on their own, there are only tired students on the road except for the dim street lights.