After Fang Hong read Qingyuan's memory, it turned out that the magic weapons of the Taiping Temple were all placed in an underground secret room, if you didn't know how to open it, no matter how powerful you were, you wouldn't be able to enter. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And it just so happens that Qingyuan is the deacon of the treasury of Taipingguan, and he is specifically responsible for this part. In the entire Taiping Temple, only he, the Taoist Chief, and the prison were the only ones who knew how to open this underground secret room.

The term Taoist chief is regarded by many people as an honorific title for Taoist priests. In fact, only the highest authority of a Taoist temple can be called a Taoist leader.

"Willow Monster, work with me. Fang Hong's consciousness came out of Qingyuan's mind, and his divine body gathered and was suspended in the room. And the willow tree god also turned into a cloud of black smoke and followed Fang Hong's side. As for the Qingyuan Daoist, he was already in a coma at this time.

Where did the Willow God dare to disobey Fang Hong's intentions, he immediately nodded and settled the matter.

Fang Hong's divine body turned slightly, and it dissipated into the netherworld. The next moment, Fang Hong's physical body opened his eyes, he dressed very neatly, carefully pushed open the door, and walked in the direction of the library cave.

"Willow Monster, suppress the consciousness of all Taoist priests, don't let them wake up. After Fang Hong went out of the door, he commanded the willow tree god. The willow god replied, and a layer of black qi spread out from his body. And all the willows in the entire backyard swayed their branches and leaves.

A strange and cold aura slowly seeped into the houses of the various Taoist priests, and then invaded their minds. When people are sleeping, the spirit is the weakest, and it is most vulnerable to the invasion of various external evils.

All the Taoist priests, whether they were asleep or lightly asleep, when this breath invaded, their bodies suddenly stiffened, and then they fell into endless darkness, and everyone's consciousness was suppressed, if the willow god did not unlock the supernatural power, they would probably have to sleep to death forever.

Fang Hong came to the side of the library cave, and on the edge of the small building on the library cave was the warehouse. There is a large lock hanging from the door, and it looks no different from a normal warehouse.

Seeing this big lock, Fang Hong stretched out his hand and made a move, and a cloud of water gathered over. The water flowed uncontrollably, directly into the keyhole of the big lock. The water seeped into the keyhole, and with a slight click, the big lock fell off directly.

Fang Hong picked the lock with the water flow, he was already familiar with the road, he immediately pushed open the door and entered the warehouse. The Taoist priest's treasury is generally not visited, and there are mostly some ritual utensils, yellow paper and pillar incense used for practice. Ordinary people don't need it, and no one will steal it.

He walked around the corner and reached out to remove a wooden box, revealing a square bluestone slab. The whole room is paved with stone slabs, and this bluestone slab looks no different.

As soon as Fang Hong's thoughts moved, a layer of mist flew away and condensed around the bluestone slab. The mist gently lifted up, and the stone slab was lifted, revealing a hollow square pit several feet deep.

Inside the square pit, there was an iron ring, Fang Hong stretched out his hand to hold the iron ring, twisted it to the left a few times, and twisted it in turn, and kept going back and forth several times before he heard a clear sound.

He lifted it up vigorously, and the iron ring was lifted up with a stone slab, and below it was a big black hole, and I don't know how deep it was, anyway, a cold breath came up.

This black hole is like a big mouth that chooses people to eat, and the timid ones don't dare to look down.

Fang Hong didn't care about this, and immediately jumped into the hole, this big hole looks quite dark, and you don't know how deep it is. But with his eyesight, darkness could not obscure his vision, and he could see that the big hole was only six or seven feet deep, and it was easy to jump down.

After going down, I walked down a few steps along a step, this underground secret room is not large, only a few zhang wide on the left and right, on the walls around it, there are more than a dozen shelves, and on the shelves are placed one by one magic weapons. Although there was a layer of dust on these artifacts, it was still possible to see that these things were valuable.

These magic weapons, if they were placed hundreds of years ago, would definitely be the treasures of the town faction, but now, they can only be left in this dark secret room to produce ashes.

Fang Hong's gaze fell on the wall to the side, on which a sword hung from it. The wooden scabbard wrapped around the blade, and from the outside, there was nothing unusual about it.

He walked to the side and raised his hand to take off his sword. It was already stained with a thick layer of ash, and with a wave of Fang Hong's hand, a layer of water vapor swept by, and the entire sword became clean again. If it weren't for the severe wear of the scabbard, it would have made people think that it was a newly minted sword.

"Bang. Fang Hong grabbed the hilt of the sword and pumped it hard, and a pleasant and crisp sword sound came out, which lasted for a long time. Although it was in the dark, Fang Hong's eyes still felt as if there was a silver-white light coming from him. The sharp breath makes your hairs stand on end.

"Good sword. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and when the sword was completely out of the body, he could clearly see that there were seven copper nails inlaid on the body of the sword. This is definitely the master's skill, these seven copper nails, like a naturally generated half, feel without the slightest bump and unevenness, and the sword body completely fits together.

"The sword is mine now. Fang Hong laughed, put the long sword back into its sheath, and then swaggered out of the secret room. He didn't even look at the other magic weapons here, they weren't of much use to him.

If you want to use magic weapons, you must cooperate with Taoist mudras, gangbu, and spells, he is not proficient in Taoist knowledge at all, so naturally these magic weapons are not rare.

After leaving the chamber, he restored everything in the room, locked the door, and then went to his room. The Seven Star Sword was stolen by him, and he didn't worry about being discovered. The fact that there is so much dust in this secret room means that no one usually comes here. The next time someone goes in, it may be a few years later.

After returning to the house, Fang Hong did not go to bed, but sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out the Seven Star Sword again. Under the light, the Seven Star Sword appeared more delicate and luxurious. On either side of the hilt, there are even two gemstones.

The blade of the sword was like frost and snow, exuding bursts of chill. Gently swipe it with your fingers, and you can feel the slippery and cold in it. With a gentle flick, the sound is endless.

"Whoosh. Fang Hong grabbed the hilt of the sword and stabbed forward abruptly, and the sword was easily inserted into the wall on the side, submerging half a foot deep. He didn't even push too hard, it felt like he was inserting a piece of tofu.