_Chapter 580: The Hidden Place
Soon, Ye Feng followed the direction of the convex rocks, flew up to the shorter peak, swept his eyes, and found a new guide, a kind of rock buried in the soil, half-exposed on the ground, a kind of rock, a kind of rock with a thumb-sized hole on the surface. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Every once in a while, there is a kind of rock with thumb holes in the rocks, which is also a guiding stone, and it is difficult to find the secret of its guidance in the chaos of stones without guidance.
Ye Feng searched for all kinds of guiding stones all the way, and gradually flew into a canyon, this is a desolate canyon with barren grass and no people, there is not a drop of water, there is almost no trace of star vitality, and even the fog in the valley is damp, and the wild grass is also wet, Ye Feng looked back, this valley and the peak built by the main hall are already separated by seven peaks, who would have thought that the former Wuji Sword Sect, the most secret treasure place, is in this desolate valley where birds are not rare and rabbits are too lazy to survive?
This kind of environment, to use a feng shui proverb to elaborate, that is, "Jedi"! There is no use value! It belongs to an abandoned land, not to mention people in the martial arts, even ordinary country villagers, will not live in this kind of barren valley, of course, this kind of barren valley, in this mountain, abounds, not any peak, is as beautiful as Tianjian Peak.
Ye Feng drove Pixiu, slowly flew into the gloom of the canyon, and when he flew to the middle of the valley, his eyes lit up, and he saw a dead tree standing in the barren grass, the tree was three meters high, only seven bare branches, and there was not a single leaf, the bark was black and lifeless, and the body of the tree was about the thickness of a thigh, wet, and it looked like it gave people a lifeless and disgusting feeling.
"This ...... Is it the 'Black Iron Tree' with a long lifespan?" Ye Feng flew to the black dead tree, stopped Pixiu, quietly looked at this bare black tree, and muttered, a smile line appeared on the corner of his mouth, if he didn't have the guidance of Master Crane in his mind, he would never have thought that this black tree with a strange appearance and seemingly lifeless was actually a rare tree species "Black Iron Tree".
This kind of black iron tree, if it is not cut down, can grow for tens of thousands of years, its age is extremely long, and the material is extremely hard, water and fire are not immersed, however, if you want to cut it down, not to mention that ordinary people can't do it, even the rainbow realm warriors, can't do it, unless it is a strong person in the holy realm, only have the strength to cut it down and refine it into weapons, there is a wooden weapon, called "dragon descending wood", which is made of this kind of wood, which can be seen to be a spot of its hardness.
If you hit a dragon, you can do terrible damage.
Ye Feng's heart swept away, and he sensed that on the body of this wet tree, a yin and yang mark faintly appeared, he condensed the power of his soul, and suddenly projected the open soul mark passed to him by Master Crane onto the yin and yang nick, and suddenly, a faint holy breath fluctuated, slowly spreading out from the depths of the nick, and the yin and yang nick suddenly flowed in light, turning into a half-black and half-hundred yin and yang halo, and the ripples in the circle flickered, like a portal.
This is the method of opening, even if you find this iron tree, you still can't enter the door without opening the secret method, and you still can't enter the space inside the tree.
This black iron tree is the hidden place left behind by the founding ancestor of the Wuji Sword Sect, planted by the Wuji Dao people themselves, but the masters of the Sword Sect have been in and out for generations, and Ye Feng does not dare to guarantee that to this day, what treasures are still left in this so-called hidden place of the Sword Sect?
"Let's go in!"
Ye Feng patted Pixiu's head, Xiao Hei roared, and carefully flew towards the yin and yang light building, suddenly feeling as if penetrating a layer of extremely flexible light film, the light around his body was also rippled, it and Ye Feng's body, slowly sank in, and in an instant, it appeared in a strange space in the tree.
It is an ancient palace space with a simple and vicissitudes of life, appearing in front of a man and a beast, a huge stone pillar supports the ancient hall, the top of the cave, every other distance, it is inlaid with rows of shiny spars, shooting out a light and soft light, so that this ancient hall is shrouded in a hazy halo, but there is no darkness, with Ye Feng's sight, you can completely see all the scenery clearly with the faint light emitted by this spar.
Ye Feng jumped off Pixiu's back, took him, and slowly walked in the quiet hall, his gentle footsteps, in this emptiness, made a faint muffled sound, the quiet needle drop could be heard, on the ground, a thin layer of dust accumulated, it looked like it was several years, and no one entered or exited. No one cleans, and after a long time, of course, it will accumulate dust, but a thin layer, not a thick layer, means that the dust has not been accumulated for too long.
This ancient temple is like an empty and lonely tomb!
There is a spacious corridor in the hall, and on both sides of the hall, at intervals, there is a table table, which seems to have stored some utensils, but now, it has long been empty, and there is nothing.
Ye Feng looked at this empty hall, and couldn't help but have a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, it seems that his expectations are a little too high, since the first generation of the ancestor Wuji Dao people was founded, it has been a hundred generations, from the second generation, it is not as good as the generation, and the slow decline has come down, and there is occasionally a generation in the middle that has risen for a while, barely keeping this foundation so far, spanning such a long inheritance time, even if the Wuji Dao people left behind a mountain of gold and silver, it has long been squandered by the descendants who have always been in decline......
There is not even a pill...... Not to mention other holy weapons, superb spiritual weapons, there is nothing, and every table is empty.
This disappointed Ye Feng, now he, the strongest killer weapon, the second Dao Talisman, after crushing, only the magic flag was left, he originally wanted to enter this secret place to see if he could find some holy weapons, Dao weapons and other treasures, but now it seems that he is too optimistic.
Don't say anything, if you have a holy weapon, the Wuji Sword Sect will not be wiped out by the imperial army in one fell swoop that day, in fact, like the Pure Yang Martial Sect, the same, although it has been inherited for a long time, it has been in a state of decline, and it will no longer be prosperous when the ancestor of the original sect was founded, otherwise it would not have been destroyed in one fell swoop by Ye Feng and Wanjian Villa.
Pointing to the end, Ye Feng walked to the end of the hall, under the main wall, on a wide jade case, there was an ancient Buddha statue that was half golden and half black. Even, on the Buddha statue, you can see pieces of spider webs, I don't know how many years, no one pays attention to it.
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