In the third room, weapons are placed.

The sound of the sword, the intent of the sword, the shock of the gun......

Countless thoughts that have been suppressed for thousands of years burst out,

Those sorrows and longing for a war, as well as the joy of finally being able to see the world again after a long time in the dust, rushed to the door that was slowly opening.

When the door opened, the earth-shattering sharpness,

Even the stratus clouds over the palace were torn open, but they quickly returned to normal.

Because Feng Xiaohan closed the door again......

There were many types of these weapons, and even some of them he couldn't name, but he could clearly sense the will from all kinds of weapons.

The sharpest sword is never willing to remain in the scabbard.

What kind of joy would it be to finally see the world after a thousand years of dust? When the door finally opened, the slender light that came through the door made them rekindle the flame of hope, and they rushed to show their edge.

But Feng Xiaohan did not hesitate to strangle this glimmer of hope.

Because there are weapons here, not what he is looking for.

These sword weapons are induced by the opening of the door, which shows that the spirituality is extremely strong, and the previous masters must be peerless masters to soak up such divine weapons.

But Feng Xiaohan didn't even look at it, and closed the door, what kind of blow would it cause to them?

......

......

Despair can kill people's hearts, and the same is true for swords.

If there was light here, you should be able to see that the bright edges had completely disappeared, replaced by a dead gray with a taste of despair.

Even if someone picks them up again in the future and gives it the battle it craves day and night, it will not regain its former style.

In a sense, the wind and cold ruined them.

But he himself did not have such a consciousness, walked quickly to the next door, raised his feet, locked it, and opened the door.

Then I smelled a fragrance, medicinal fragrance!

Feng Xiaohan exhaled, his expression a lot more relaxed.

Finally found it.

But then, he had another problem.

The room was large, with boxes on the shelves and sacks in the corners of the walls containing rare medicines.

He gently placed He Xirou on the ground, and walked towards the objects.

What was in the box was the elixir, and the sack was the medicinal herbs, that is, the elixir.

Feng Xiaohan knew most of the elixirs, but he didn't know anything about the elixirs.

And the age is too long, even though the box and sack have the effect of preserving the medicinal power, and there are formations to complement each other, but they still escape and lose a lot, and it is initially estimated that there is only about forty percent of the medicinal effect left at most.

In her case, which ones should be used?

He Xirou looked at the busy figure, and then realized that she was looking for medicine......

For some reason, a hint of joy rose in her heart, and at the same time, the corners of her mouth inadvertently hooked an arc...... Sweet arcs.

But she reacted quickly, and there was a moment of panic in her expression.

What the hell are you thinking?

He must be looking for medicine for himself?

Feng Xiaohan's body is poisonous, and it must be solved within two years, and the medical saint Nangong has long lived in seclusion, and it is difficult to find a trace. So if there is anything else that can detoxify him, it is this ruin.

Yes, he was looking for medicine for himself.

He Xirou said silently in her heart, and she really convinced herself......

Feng Xiaohan didn't know what medicine to use, so he held a bunch of pills and asked, "Look at it, what kind should I use?"

He Xirou said calmly: "There is no kind of use you want." ”

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, and then remembered that he was also seriously injured, but he endured it all the way to this point, and he forgot about it, remembering that he seemed to see the elixir to recover his internal injuries just now, so he said: "If I want to use it, it should be on another shelf." ”

He Xirou thought that he really looked for medicine for himself first, and then came to take care of her, and there was an inexplicable loss in his heart, and he was a little annoyed.

Of course, he was angry with Feng Xiaohan, but it was understandable for him to do this, why was she angry?

He Xirou didn't know this question herself, but she was just very angry.

It's so much inexplicable!

At the same time, she was also angry that her mood fluctuated so much.

Could it be that the purple gas turned into fire really had such a big impact on her?

Feng Xiaohan saw her expression and thought that there was nothing she could use here, so he was a little sad, so he gently patted her shoulder and said, "There are many tonics such as Ganoderma lucidum in the sack in the corner, which should help you recover." ”

He Xirou looked at him and said, "You only care about yourself, don't worry about me." ”

Her words were calm, like snow falling outside the house, falling silently, but making people feel a little chilled.

Feng Xiaohan was stunned and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

He Xirou didn't know what was wrong with her, and explained: "The power of purple fire comes from the spirit of purple clouds, and these pills and supplements can only restore vitality, and before I can comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, I can't use foreign objects to restore purple energy." ”

Feng Xiaohan nodded slightly, and said, "Then recover your vitality first, and your internal injuries are still a little not good, so take some healing pills later." ”

He came to the main hall with He Xirou and various elixirs, and spread the soft wolf skin on the ground.

He Xirou leaned on the Mojing platform, sat on the wolf skin, and asked, "What should we do now?"

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "Let's see what is here first." ”

He kicked open the remaining door of the left side hall, which was full of treasures, but it was of little use to them now.

Most of the things in the side hall on the right side are some rare playthings, such as a one-person-high jade tree carving, rhizomes and branches, and the color of the leaf veins, all of which are lifelike, just like a real tree, perfect and impeccable.

There was also a room full of gold ingots, and when he opened the door, he was almost injured by the gold pouring from behind the door.

That house was built very large in surviving, and such an exaggerated huge wealth may only be taken out by the family in the northwest and the Lu family.

There are at least more than 1,000 pieces of various magic weapons in other rooms, although most of them have lost their breath and become scrap metal, but the part that is left behind is very powerful.

"Nothing was found to help us leave, and there was no map in the books in that study. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at the dark green beads on the high platform and said, "And I didn't find the body of that saint either. ”

He Xirou said: "It is also reasonable for a strong person of that level to return to the Great Dao and integrate into heaven and earth after the fall of the body. ”

"Then he should leave his weapon behind, he can't leave his personal weapon in that room full of blades. Feng Xiaohan shook his head, a little puzzled.

"That makes sense, but it doesn't rule out the possibility that this saint didn't use weapons. He Xirou looked at the snow outside the hall and said, "Maybe that room is full of strong weapons he collected, or trophies." ”

The so-called loot is to kill the other party and snatch it from the enemy.

This kind of behavior is very bad, the sword is one, and there is no distinction between each other, and there are many swordsmen in ancient and modern times who have been destroyed because of their swords, shaking the heart of the Dao, and there is no progress in the cultivation of the way.

Historically, there have been many cultivators who collected enemy weapons, and their reputation was extremely poor, and after their deaths, they were even reviled by future generations, and the descendants who left behind also lived a miserable life.

He Xirou's words, Feng Xiaohan remembered the description of the sick seedling to the ascetic monks of Yiya Temple.

A group of perverts who slay demons with their bare hands......

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