The black pillar of light was like an eternal torrent, engulfing everything it enveloped. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Jun looked at the black pillar of light that fell from the sky from the sky and enveloped Mo Sakura from outside the stone platform, with a look of worry and fear that could not be concealed. If you compare the altars where the rest of the inheritors are located, you can find that in the altar where Mo Jun is located, the black pillar of light lasts much longer, and even until the black pillar of light in the other three places disperses, it still looks like it has not yet entered the final stage.

Mo Jun didn't know about this, so he first picked up the storage bags of the three monks, namely the Djinn, the Yuntai and Baiqiao, and used the flame of deconstruction to break the divine seal on it, and then began to examine the contents inside. Among them, the net worth of the Giant Spirit Daoist is the poorest, and there are only some scattered spirit stones and half a body quenching technique in the storage bag, which is in line with his identity as a casual cultivator.

The things contained in the storage bag of Nangong Yuntai are much richer, as a clansman of the cultivation family, the spirit stones that exude rich spiritual power alone have spread almost a hill in the small world of the storage bag, and there are countless elixirs and forging materials placed next to it. According to the vision of the young master of the Mo family in Mo Jun's previous life, it can be seen that the most precious of them is a crimson five-petal flame heart flower, this kind of spiritual flower born from the flame can even be accompanied by magma, and direct consumption can improve the strength of the body, and after the processing of some monks who are good at making pills, it can refine the anti-heaven elixir that broadens the muscles and veins in the body.

The rest of the magic weapons are also available, but they are all dispensable inferior goods, Mo Jun already has the Wind and Thunder Sword in his hand at this time, not to mention that even if he has a magic weapon, he can't use it properly with only one arm at this time.

In addition to these things, Mo Jun also searched out an extremely luxurious storage bag from Nangong Yuntai, who could be said to be the richest among the three, and after taking great pains to erase the divine sense imprint on it, he found that the space in it was not large, only a storage capacity of one meter square. But it is not for nothing that Nangong Yuntai keeps it so precious—because it contains the magic books he has practiced.

However, after flipping through a few books, Mo Jun lost interest in these top-grade spells.

"Icebird? I have the Flame of Life and the Flame of Melting Heaven, what is the use? The appearance of the spirit ghost is still somewhat interesting, but this should be a simplified version of the Taoist technique-five ghosts moving mountains, and there is no need to practice..."Mo Jun's vision is so high, when he was a young master in Mo Mansion, the precious secret methods of the entire Mo Mansion were read by him, but it is a pity that the memory of these spells was wiped out in the reincarnation, and with the fall of the Mo family, it has become a luxury to re-learn these spells.

What's more, most of these spells require spiritual power to urge them to be cast, if you really want to use the spells on these classics to meet the enemy, you also need to step into the path of cultivation, and you can only do so after cultivating a body of spiritual power. Although the memories of his previous life were helpful to Xiuzhen, Mo Jun, who was also a mystic envoy, did not have so much energy, and it was even more impossible for him to give up the strengthening direction of the mystic envoy - this meant that he needed to break his existing fighting style and re-hone his combat skills, which took a lot of time and energy, and doing so in the main god space where he might encounter danger at any time was tantamount to suicide.

"In other words, it looks like there are a lot of things, but in fact, what can be used is just that five-petal flame heart flower." With a few wry smiles, Mo Jun sighed and opened the last storage bag, which was the property of the only one of the three who was an ascending monk, a relic of the Baiqiao Daoist.

Inject mental power into the storage bag, and the items contained in it quickly come to mind.

Baiqiao Daoist is also a well-known monk in the loose cultivation, and he is not known for his strength and background, but for his superb forging skills and refining all kinds of magic weapons for other monks. Due to the fall of the two major refining families in the cultivation realm a few years ago, that is, the Mo family and the Bai family, most of the magic weapons flowing out of the cultivation realm are products of the old times, and most of the newly forged magic weapons are produced by craftsmen with low strength and unskilled skills.

At this time, what appeared in Mo Jun's mind was a large number of magic weapons lined up, and the quality of the magic weapons of different shapes and colors glowing with spiritual power was medium to high-grade, even if it was placed in the main god space, it was a rare and sought-after commodity, not to mention anything else, it must be sold as much as it came in the ember level, provided that there was such a demand.

Pulling out one casually, the terminal will automatically show the attributes of this magic weapon, seeing such a scene, Mo Jun couldn't help but move slightly, because even if the magic weapon seen on the Wangxian Daji will not be recognized by the space and show the attributes, it seems that the forging skills of this hundred skillful Taoist people are also serious.

【Spiritual Weapon-Sleeve Inside】

[Quality: Excellent.]

Attack Strength: 7

Sharpness: 7

Attribute: Ice

Containment: Known-(Metallic. Life. Chaos. Order. water), unknown -??

Special effect:

Darkblade - When attacking with this artifact from out of sight of the target, adds 5 bonus damage]

This is the only magic weapon that doesn't require spiritual power to use - it's more like a hidden weapon for martial arts people than a magic weapon. Although the attribute is quite practical, the embarrassing situation that cannot be recovered once used makes it only work wonders on some special occasions, otherwise whether it can kill the enemy at that time is not to say, I am afraid that even the weapon will not be recovered.

"In other words, if you want to sell it, you can only sell it to those trialists who take the cultivation route, such as those guys from the Tianxuan War Group." Mo Jun's eyes rolled, and for some reason he thought of He Daoren he had met in the killing mission, "Put it like this first, if it really doesn't work, you can use the element decomposition to extract them into elements." ”

The mystery has revealed the tip of the iceberg at this time, and the young Mo Jun doesn't know that even if all these magic weapons are extracted by decomposing the elements, he can only extract a bottle of known elements that is 64 units at most—and the unknown elements that have not been studied may not be preserved at all.

Cleaning up the small pile of debris spread on the ground, Mo Jun sighed lightly and raised his head, looked at the black pillar of light that still had no fluctuations, and muttered, "Isn't it over yet..."

...

"Huh? The four inheritors have appeared, and the Hanging Tower has also appeared from the Shadow Realm, but why hasn't the ladder in the Tomb of the Split Tower been raised yet? ”

In the last tower, several monks wearing cyan robes and standing tall and like immortals were resting cross-legged, while an old man with white hair at the head stroked his beard in great confusion, his expression was grim, and he said to the rest of the monks: "I can't wait any longer, for the teacher, I want to urge these four towers, Qingbai, Qingzhuo, you two are Qingchen's protectors, so as not to be plotted against other inheritors." ”

"No, I'll keep an eye on it." A long-haired man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes beside the old man spoke, and bowed to the rest of the monks and clenched his fists, "I also hope that all the junior disciples will help the master, forcibly urging the inheritance mechanism of the ruins will take a lot of spiritual power, and the master will definitely not be able to distract himself from the surrounding situation, so please leave it to everyone when the time comes." ”

"Obey my brother's orders!"

The old man stroked his beard with a smile, looked at the man beside him with relief, and said: "The master watched you step by step from a small qi refining cultivator to the fallen soul, ascend to the spirit, and then make a splash and win the position of the great leader of the Qingyin Mountain Qi Sect, if you can successfully obtain the inheritance of Yingyin this time, presumably the three ancestors will also value you more." In a few years, when the elder can't walk, the future of Qingming Mountain will depend on you to support it. ”

Master laughed. The monk known as Qingchen smiled bitterly and said, "If it weren't for the fact that the master stipulated that the position of head of the sect must be held by the disciples of the Qi Sect, but obtained by strength, I am afraid that the position of each head of the sect would be obtained by the Sword Sect." It is said that the junior disciple of the Sword Sect has touched the threshold of the 'Twelve Uniques of the Hidden Sword', and within a few years, he will be able to step into the same 'sword-sharpening' avenue as the Sword Sect's Great Carrying Ding Qingyun. In terms of combat power, the Sword Sect cultivator is indeed much stronger than my Qi Sect. ”

"But the fate of a sect is not something that can be decided by fighting, killing, and killing." As an elder, the master earnestly taught Qingchen who was a little depressed: "Just like the Mo family and the Bai family, which were extremely powerful a few years ago, it can be said that the two of them established the hegemony of the human monks in the world, and at the peak of their two families, there are hundreds of thousands of magic weapons and talismans that circulate from the Mo family's Qianji Workshop and the Bai family's spirit puppet cave every year, and there are countless great monks who have volunteered to join the Mo family's Bai family, and the patriarchs of the two clans are even more immortal powerhouses who have surpassed the peak of the great monks. ”

Referring to this glorious history of the cultivation realm, even the master couldn't help but show a blush of pride on his face: "Back then, the Mo family and the Bai family were even more heroes in the world, and they provided the methods and protectors for the big demons who came to seek the Tao to become immortals, which made the demon clan during the battle of the Indian realm stand on the side of our monks." It can be said that without these two families, there would be no current prosperity of the human race. ”

"But they're still gone." Qingchen suddenly raised his head, his eyes were wrinkled, and he stared at the master and said, "There is a rumor that it is our Qingying Mountain that we saw that these two families occupied too much luck, so we took action to destroy the two families, but is there such a thing?" ”

"That's the way it goes." The master stroked his beard and said with a wry smile: "However, you can't imagine the strength of the two families at that time, even our three masters of Qingying Mountain can't compete, so how can you make a fuss." However, the fall of the Mo and Bai families is also related to the curse of luck, and no one knows the detailed information. ”

Then, the master's expression was dignified, and he said: "Now the master wants to urge the ladder of the four sub-towers to forcibly let the inheritance ceremony enter the final stage, you must be extremely careful, even if the inheritance is seized by others, you must keep yourself safe, because you are the hope of Qingyin Mountain, and it is pointless to die in such a place!" ”

"Yes, master!"

The old man exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes swept over the monks of Qingying Mountain led by Qingchen, and closed his eyes with satisfaction, and then a majestic spiritual power swelled madly in all directions with the old man as the center, and then swam along the wall to all parts of the tower, until the other four towers were also covered.

"Give it to me!"

With an old roar, I saw that the outer side of the four towers actually stretched out of thin air a black path that sloped upward, this ladder to the sky was composed of countless steps, like a sacred mountain path for devout pilgrimage.

And Mo Jun looked at the task prompt in front of him incredulously, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

(The name of the chapter posted yesterday was wrong and has been changed)