The long-distance run may be a little tired, but Gao Zhen is unwilling to give up, he quietly mobilized the magic power in the witch seal on his left chest, stepped on the ripples formed by the pure black magic power, and accelerated his pace, chasing after the back of the Canglang Palace convoy.

While chasing, he made a judgment on the situation of the Canglang Palace disciples in the convoy. After his analysis, there were a total of 36 people in the team, of which 12 were ordinary people who did not have the ability to cultivate immortals, and only 24 were real disciples of Canglang Palace.

There were not only so many disciples of Canglang Palace who appeared in the sacrificial activities, and even there were 98 trumpeters who played trumpets on both sides of the stone bridge, but most of them stayed in Lintao City, and only this part escorted the bronze tripod and the flying birds on the way.

Gao Zhen guessed that they must be in a hurry to transport something back to Canglang Palace.

Before the convoy set off, he had seen many Canglang Palace disciples take out a lot of strangely shaped black jars from a secret place by the river, transport these black jars to the carriage, and hide them in one of the cargo boxes. Gao Zhen kept his distance and chased all the way, looking for that particular cargo box all the way. It was found that it was surrounded by other carriages in the center of the convoy, and there were four Canglang Palace disciples sitting around it to guard it, which was a very important thing at first glance.

As soon as the sacrifice was over, they were in a hurry to return to Canglang Palace, it should not be to transport the bronze tripod and the birds back as soon as possible, the mysterious cargo box containing the iron cans was the most important.

The convoy had been traveling along the Canglang River, and Gao believed that the reason why they did not use the boats was because there were catastrophics in the river.

Soon, it was early in the morning, and the night was getting heavier and heavier. Gao Zhen estimated in his heart that at this speed, he was about to reach the river where Canglang Palace was located.

As he expected, the river in front of him gradually widened and the speed of the water slowed. At one point, the width of the river has more than doubled. It was at this place that the convoy stopped.

Gao Zhen heard that this "Canglang Palace" was a palace built at the bottom of the river, which made him very curious. How do people get in and out of such a magical palace? Besides, it is necessary to carry so many heavy living creatures, is it possible to use special devices made by the "Mojia Technique" to transport people and goods to the bottom of the river?

Full of curiosity and questions, Gao Zhen hid his figure behind a plant not far from the convoy, quietly observing the every move of the disciples of Canglang Palace.

But to his surprise, the people in the convoy did not get out of the car and went to the riverside, and there were no mechanisms around, and all the Canglang Palace disciples began to rest in place. Some of them were assigned to patrol and keep vigil, while others took out their bedding and slept on the spot.

What's going on? The group hurried over, but instead of going into the water, it was as if they were waiting for something. Thinking like this in his heart, Gao Zhen looked over the crowd and looked at the wide surface of the Canglang River.

The night was extremely dark, and Gao Zhen couldn't see clearly even if he used his true qi, so he could only see it by the light of the convoy's lanterns. The river in this place is extremely wide, and there is no shore in the distance, and the turbid river flows relatively slowly, reflecting the firelight, like a cluster of fiery clouds dyed red by the setting sun.

The crowd soon fell silent, and the sound was gradually overshadowed by the silence of the night. Gao Zhen silently counted six people who had not slept, four of them standing next to the mysterious cargo box, looking around vigilantly, while the other two stood on one side of the convoy and directly in front of the convoy. The two men were rather lazy, and their heavy eyelids could be seen on the high pillow, and they almost fell asleep several times.

Maybe they're waiting for someone to pick them up, or they're waiting for a moment to dive to the bottom of the river. Gao Zhen guessed like this, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the carriage at the end of the convoy.

Behind the carriage was a cart with a bronze tripod, and those magical birds were resting quietly nearby. Gao Zhen thought that there would be someone there to guard it too, but it turned out that there was not even a person there.

Are these sacrificial items useless anymore? It was dangerous, but curiosity kept driving him, and he took small steps to the last carriage.

His divine sense was sensitive, and he quickly discerned the range of the Canglang Palace disciples who were surrounding the mysterious cargo box, and tried to avoid it as much as possible. Judging from the scope of their surveillance, these people are at least at the level of the third order or above. If you can, don't provoke.

The high pillow quietly circled behind, and it was less than two meters away from the back of the convoy. He found that the twelve ordinary people in the convoy who did not have the ability to cultivate immortals were basically distributed in the second half of the convoy. Unlike the first half of the strict supervision, there are only a few Canglang Palace disciples here, and the rank is not much different from Gao Zhen, and they are all asleep at this moment.

Gao Zhen gritted his teeth, stood on his toes, and leaned towards the bronze tripod that was two or three meters high. Although he couldn't see what was inside, the released divine sense could give him a general idea of the situation, which was enough to quench his thirsty curiosity at this time.

Just like what he had felt on the altar before, he felt a strong metallic spiritual power inside the bronze dome. As he had guessed, the blood in the ding was almost sucked by those magical birds, leaving only a dried blood film.

He had glanced at Dingnai before and saw something white. Now I felt it carefully with my divine sense, and I was surprised to find that those metallic spiritual powers were all in the form of clusters, one after another, close together. These spiritually powerful things were tied to the bottom of the bronze tripod by some heavy ropes that resembled iron chains.

This is...... Egg?

Gao Zhen immediately moved his gaze to the birds around the bronze tripod. They were all lying on the ground at the moment, looking very tired, and several of them even had their necks on the ground. The starlight on their bodies was noticeably dimmed, leaving only inky black. They are dying, but they are still guarding the bronze tripod, firstly because they have iron chains on their feet, and secondly, because it is their eggs that are contained in the tripod.

Shenjue was like an immortal cultivator's radar, and once again swept towards the copper tripod, and counted it carefully, and found that there were exactly forty-nine eggs in the tripod, and his conjecture was immediately verified. It turned out that the reason why the people of Canglang Palace could control these magical birds was because they hid the eggs of these birds inside the copper tripod. They deliberately blew their horns to entice the birds to hover over the copper dome, and when they finally landed inside, they were forced to suck the blood inside to reveal the eggs.

The people of Canglang Palace let these birds suck blood so that they secrete a special substance! Gao Zhen crouched next to a bird that was lying on the ground tiredly, and reached out to gently stroke its feathers. The bird's eyes are golden, like two tiny suns, the center of the stars on its body, the stars in its black feathers. At this moment, in the corner of this bird's eye, there is still a drop of crystal tears.

It's "Tatsu tears"! This tear crystal is crystal clear, like a pearl gemstone, reflecting thousands of rays of light. It's clearly a drop of liquid, but it feels like it's a drop of metal. It is not as round and smooth as real tears, but it is angular and angular, as if it has been carved into countless mirrors, without light and reflecting the whole world.

This is what Canglang Palace wants to collect? The tin cans inside that mysterious cargo box also contain "Tatsu Tears"? Gao Zhen thought as he scrambling to search his body. I chased this team of Canglang Palace overnight, but I didn't expect to find the promotion materials I needed by mistake.

He turned out a small iron box, which was originally used to hold the elixir, and since the people of Canglang Palace used iron cans to hold Chen Tears, he thought that an iron container was necessary to preserve this precious material. Gao Zhen poured out the elixir in the iron box, and then dripped the remaining tears of the Chenniao into it.

Many of the Chenniao had remnants in the corners of their eyes, and Gao Zhen quickly collected enough tears. He packed up his belongings and felt in a good mood.

If he runs away at this time, he can gain a lot without any loss. But looking at the exhausted Chenniao who fell to the ground, a trace of pity suddenly appeared in Gao Zhen's heart. These Chenniao have to participate in the sacrifice every year, and they were cruelly used by the people of Canglang Palace, and finally became like this, and the starlight on their bodies was gradually dimming and disappearing.

They also provided themselves with promotion materials, and they couldn't bear to sit back and didn't want to just leave. So he crouched down again, trying to untie the chains on his feet.

"Daboismist! There are Daedricians here! He's stealing! Just as Gao Zhen was crouching down, he suddenly heard someone shouting in this direction.