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The existence of the Natal Soul Sword is between the virtual and the real, and after entering the ground, there is no hindrance in the slightest.

Mo Yan manipulated the soul sword to go straight into the ground for more than ten meters, but he didn't find anything, but he was not in a hurry, it was a straight line deep, and it was not strange that he didn't find any trace of the hidden thing. After adjusting the direction, he began to do lateral movements. Along the way, there are suffocating sand and rocks up and down, left and right, and occasionally you can see some broken bowls and rotten pottery, as well as dry bones of unknown types.

Mo Yan drove the soul sword through the sand and stones, almost more than a hundred meters away, and had already exceeded the direction where the two VIP buildings were located, before he turned around again and began to make an upward spiral circular movement. This is the best exploration route he can think of, as long as the space that accommodates the hiding is not too small, and when he reaches the ground, he turns back and searches down in the opposite trajectory, and he is at least seventy percent sure that he can find the hidden object.

Although the range is large and the route is quite complicated, the speed of the soul sword is extremely fast, and after about thirty seconds, Mo Yan has already reached the ground. Seeing that it was dawning, he didn't dare to slack off, and turned around and went down again in the opposite trajectory to do a second search.

This time, there was a new discovery.

About five or six meters above the ground, an underground tunnel suddenly appeared. There was no light in the corridor, but for Mo Yan, darkness could not be an obstacle.

"It's actually a modern underground project!"

After distinguishing that the material used in the corridor was reinforced concrete, Mo Yan couldn't help but be surprised. He originally thought that the so-called treasures here were at least the products of the Ming and Qing dynasties, but he did not expect that this place was actually an underground project in the modern period. On the walls of this road, there are even line pipes laid every ten meters, and there is an old-fashioned incandescent lamp that has been dusted for a long time.

The corridor is about three meters high and two meters wide, and slopes downward at a 15-degree angle.

Mo Yan walked down the Yongdao and walked forward for almost a hundred and fifty meters, and the Yongdao finally came to an end, and what appeared in front of Mo Yan was a huge underground space.

The space is about half the size of a football field, about six meters high, and every twenty meters, there is a concrete structure of support columns.

The ground was covered in dust, almost half a finger's thick, indicating that it had been untouched for at least decades.

When Mo Yan first saw the concrete structure of the corridor, coupled with Yanagishita Yoko's Japanese identity, he had some vague guesses about the purpose and origin of this space.

At this time, looking at the Japanese characters that can be seen everywhere on the walls and support columns, as well as the materials covered by yellow-green military tarpaulins, the speculation has become a reality!

"It turned out to be the underground arsenal of the Japanese army during the war of aggression against China!"

Mo Yan's mind turned, he controlled the soul sword lightly, uncovered a military tarpaulin, looked at the neatly stacked ammunition boxes below, and was speechless for a while. As far as the view can see, a dense layer of material covered in oilcloth like this fills the entire underground space. He continued to check, and when he uncovered a tarpaulin again, there was still munitions underneath, but it had changed from ammunition to old-fashioned 38 large caps and crooked machine guns. Most of these old antiques are very well preserved and smell of gun oil......

For Mo Yan, the arms here are the products of half a century ago, and even if they are piled up, they will not be of any use.

In addition, if Jiang Tianxiao learned that there was an arsenal under his ass, I don't know what his expression would be?

"I guess I'm going to be scared and my face turned white...... The munitions piled up in half of the football field, even if only a small half are ammunition, are enough to blow up the entire Ming Garden into powder! ”…,

"In addition, if this place is excavated and cleared, it will be a good patriotic education base. At the same time, it can also provide materials and evidence for experts and scholars who study that period of history......"

Mo Yan thought crankily as he continued to look along the neatly stacked materials.

In his mind, there was still a question.

The Sanshang Club went to great lengths to sneak into Wanling, is it just for this pile of expired munitions that are neither desirable nor useful?

Taking a step back, even if they were here for these things, how did they get them away?

This is not a thin gold and silver that can be smuggled out of the country with a single bag, and such a huge scale of arms cannot be transported away without a dozen wagons. What's more, it has to go through the customs inspection before it can be transported back by the freighter...... All in all, getting these arms out of the country is an almost impossible task.

"If I'm not mistaken, there must be something else hidden here that little devils covet!"

Mo Yan thought so in his heart, so he sped up the search, and sure enough, he found an iron door that had been completely welded dead at the innermost end of the underground arsenal. The thickness of the iron door is about 20 centimeters, completely solid, and the junction with the door frame is welded tightly, leaving no gaps.

For ordinary people, even with the most professional tools, it would take hours to open this iron door. But for Mo Yan, there is no obstacle at all. He didn't think much of it, and immediately walked through the door.

Behind the iron gate, there is a space of about 10 square meters.

Compared to the broken copper and iron outside the door, the contents of the treasury here can be described as treasures!

Although there was darkness around, the jewels that filled the room were clearly reflected in Mo Yan's soul!

Calm as Mo Yan, seeing the treasury here, he couldn't help his heartbeat......

Brick-sized gold nuggets are neatly stacked into a square hill, dusty antiques from various periods are casually stacked on the table, and in the iron box on the ground are rolls of calligraphy, paintings, and jewelry......

Walking into this room is like walking into a cave where the treasures of the Forty Great Thieves are hidden, and the view is dazzling and heartbeat!

Mo Yan roughly calculated, the pile of gold alone was at least one and a half tons, and there were almost a hundred antique cultural relics of all kinds. The jewels don't take up space, scattered in three or four boxes, and there are countless of them. As for those paintings and calligraphy, there are dozens of volumes, but due to their lack of protection, their value may not be great.

In short, this is a huge fortune, enough to make a rich man like Jiang Tianxiao crazy too!

But to be honest, these things have no practical value to Mo Yan except to satisfy his curiosity and desire to explore.

Of course, he wouldn't mind sweeping away the stuff here if he could.

But helplessly, this place is almost ten meters from the ground, and he does not have the legendary Sumeru ring, so in the face of this brilliant treasure, he can only sigh out of reach.

Of course, if these things are really useful to him, he can slowly eat them, take some today, take some tomorrow, and always empty this place.

But as a monk, money and possessions in the world have never been the focus of your spiritual life.

The monk has the pride of a monk, and it is impossible for Mo Yan to put down his body for these possessions and become a tireless hamster.

"However, even if you enter Baoshan, you can't return empty-handed......"

Mo Yan wandered through the pile of antique jewelry, intending to choose something delicate to keep as a souvenir.

"Hey, what is this?"

After looking at it for a long time, Mo Yan's gaze fell on a jade statue about a finger high......

This jade statue is delicate and delicate, the carving is round, looking at its appearance, but it is a white jade Guanyin. …,

This statue of Guanyin hangs its head and smiles lightly, with a kind and kind facial expression, holding a net bottle in his left hand and a willow branch in his right hand.

As far as the carving is concerned, this statue is definitely a master's handiwork, with vivid facial expressions, harmonious proportions, and even the net bottle in his hand is meticulously presented according to proportion......

However, after careful observation, Mo Yan suddenly found that the pure bottle in the hand of Jade Guanyin seemed to be strange!

Looking at its material, although it is also white, it is not jade, but a material that even Mo Yan can't distinguish.

In addition, this net bottle, which is only one centimeter high, is actually hollow, and there is even a blue water rippling inside.

Not to mention the exquisite carving, just because there is liquid in this small net bottle, it is worth Mo Yan's surprise.

What is it here that has been buried in the ground for more than half a century, but what kind of liquid can be preserved for such a long time without being evaporated? If the liquid in this bottle is poured out, it will be the volume of mung beans at most, and even some kind of oil that is not volatile should dry up at this time.

What's more, the water in the net bottle is rippling, revealing a slight blue light, which can never be some kind of oil.

Mo Yan was surprised in his heart, and immediately his mind turned, shrinking himself and his natal soul sword into the size of half a sesame seed, and fled into the net bottle.

As far as he reached the top of the net bottle, the natal soul sword he possessed suddenly trembled, and it actually fled uncontrollably to the bottom of the bottle!

Mo Yan was taken aback, and was about to take action, but there was a thick water vapor in front of him, moistening his soul, and suddenly he felt a sense of peace and serenity......

When you look closely, the drop of azure liquid at the bottom of the bottle doesn't seem to be much, but when you really face it, it gives people a breath of the immeasurable sea!

Facing this vast and majestic aura, Mo Yan's heart suddenly jumped, could this be the spiritual object of heaven and earth, the true water in the five elements, that Zuo Dao people said?

With so in his heart, the Natal Soul Sword couldn't wait to rush into the azure water.

The Natal Soul Sword is condensed by the Qi of the Five Elements, and it seems to be a natural fit with the liquid in the net bottle.

Immediately, the Natal Soul Sword trembled again, and it unexpectedly shook Mo Yan out of the sword.

This change came so abruptly that Mo Yan was caught off guard and almost had a heart attack......

He has just opened up the spirit platform at this time, and his self can't exist in the real world at all, and the natal soul sword kicks out his master, which is no different from murder!

As soon as I was kicked out, there were signs of slackness in my own self, Rao is Mo Yan was bold, and he was also scared that his heart was blank!

But then he found that when the Natal Soul Sword absorbed the mysterious liquid, it fed out some dense water vapor and enveloped him.

With the moisture of this moisture, the self is immediately stable, and there is no sign of dissipation.

At this moment, he is as bold as Mo Yan, and he is also afraid.

But the matter has come to this, whether it is sighing or being afraid, and whether this liquid is real water or fake water, the only thing Mo Yan can do is to wait and see what happens.

Fortunately, the natal soul sword was connected with his mind, and vaguely, Mo Yan could feel that this was not a bad thing......

Ten minutes later, the Natal Soul Sword suspended in the air suddenly shook slightly, and finally absorbed all the liquid in the net bottle!

…… It's just ten minutes, it can be said that it is fleeting, but for Mo Yan at this moment, this is the longest ten minutes in his life!

The only consolation in the long wait is that the self is always frozen and shows no signs of dissipation.

In order to pass this difficult time, he began to wonder, why did the Natal Soul Sword suddenly get out of control?

After thinking about it, he couldn't find a definite answer, there were too many strange things in his cultivation, not to mention him, even if he was resurrected, he didn't dare to say that he was thorough. …,

However, there is one factor that is almost certain.

Although the Natal Soul Sword was contaminated with his Divine Soul Breath, until this time, it had not been completely refined, and there was no center in the sword, so that he could not brand the Divine Soul Imprint, and he relied on the usual impregnated breath to control it. In this way, the Natal Soul Sword suddenly lost control, which seemed to be reasonable.

"It's really too careless, the steps on the road of cultivation are difficult and dangerous, I seem to be a little carried away......" Mo Yan sighed softly.

Since the Bitter Sea Generating Spirit Platform was opened up and freed from the shadow of death, I have to say that Mo Yan's state of mind is not as clear as he imagined.

Or in terms of state of mind, it is often two steps forward but three steps back. And he was complacent and only saw his own progress, but ignored the regression!

"The sage said, three provinces a day, I can't even do three days and one province now, I really shouldn't be."

While waiting, Mo Yan began to reflect deeply.

In general, his actions today can be said to have planted the seeds of danger from the moment his ego left the body!

For example, the main body that is far away on the ground, even if it can still be sensed by the self at this time, but without the means of transportation of the natal soul sword, it is now in a state of isolation and helplessness. If someone is not good for the body, he can only watch, but he can't support it!

When the body dies, the self will become a tree without roots, water without a source, unless it is immediately cultivated into a yin god, it can escape the catastrophe.

Mo Yan was immersed in reflection, but the Natal Soul Sword had completely absorbed the liquid in the net bottle, and then it shook in the air, losing its colorful brilliance and turning into a cloud of misty water......

Mo Yan looked at it intently, and immediately knew that the nature of the Natal Soul Sword had changed greatly.

The original natal soul sword was based on the five elements, and the five elements were balanced, and they were equal. But at this time, after absorbing the liquid of unknown origin in the net bottle, it became dominated by the power of water.

The connection between Mo Yan and the Natal Soul Sword still exists, and it is even closer than just now.

Even faintly, Mo Yan could feel a wave of almost urging from the Natal Soul Sword, as if he was urging himself to merge with it again!

"Hey, did you give birth to a spiritual intelligence?"

Mo Yan was pleasantly surprised......

According to common sense, the Natal Soul Sword is a dead thing before it is sacrificed to the Great Perfection, and it cannot give birth to spiritual intelligence. Even if you open up the center and brand it, it is at most a second self.

But once the spiritual wisdom is born, the natal soul sword is equivalent to an existence like Xiao Yunluo, which can not only assist Mo Yan, but when it reaches Dacheng, it can even cultivate alone!

Feeling the urging of the natal soul sword, Mo Yan didn't have time to think about it, and immediately escaped into the sword.

After experiencing the fright and torment just now, for Mo Yan, the top priority was to leave here and return to his body immediately.

As soon as the self entered the Natal Soul Sword, before he could fit it, Mo Yan felt a clearer fluctuation coming from the depths of the Natal Soul Sword.

Strictly speaking, this is no longer a fluctuation, but a real emotion......

This emotion is pure and clean, telling a kind of admiration, but a little ignorant.

Mo Yan was surprised, and after a little groaning, he fled towards the source of this emotion......

A moment later, he came to a huge space that radiated multicolored light.

Space is nothing, composed of colors, without heaven or earth, from top to bottom, and without left and right.

In the very center of the space, a ball of azure water floats and sinks, looking like a blue jelly from a distance!

The emotion of envy just now came out of this jelly, and when he noticed Mo Yan's arrival, this jelly seemed to be very happy, but a little shy, and separated a sparkling slender tentacle from the body, wanting to touch Mo Yan, but quickly retracted it, as if he was worried that Mo Yan would blame .........,

"Sure enough, it gave birth to spiritual wisdom!"

Seeing this shy jelly, Mo Yan couldn't help but be overjoyed!

However, he also noticed that this newborn spirit was ignorant, only about two or three years old.

In addition, this colorful space is also the center of the Natal Soul Sword, as long as you imprint a wisp of Divine Soul in the suspended water ball in the center, this Natal Soul Sword will be completely refined!

The water polo once again separated its tentacles, but this time it was no longer shy, but boldly rolled up Mo Yan and brought him to him.

Immediately, it trembled slightly, and a hole was opened, revealing the most central place.

Mo Yan knew that it was urging himself to brand his soul mark......

………………………………

In the bedroom, Mo Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no essence in his eyes, but a touch of water and light appeared!

"Hoo ......"

He let out a long breath, suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of joy.

"Good things happen every year, and this year comes to my house ......"

He couldn't help but smile, and escaped the natal soul sword from the center of his eyebrows, holding it in the palm of his hand to play.

At this time, the natal soul sword has lost its colorful brilliance and turned into a color of water and light that is difficult to see with the naked eye, and between the movements, there is less stagnation and more agility.

The Natal Soul Sword was already born with wisdom at this time, and it was originally played by the obedient Ren Moyan, but suddenly it turned into a water ball, bouncing in the palm of his hand. Then he turned into an obese caterpillar, squirming in Mo Yan's palm, looking very naughty......

This is not the end, when it saw Su Jin sleeping soundly on the bed, it was slightly stunned at first, and seemed to be a little curious. Immediately, he turned into a fiery trumpet Su Jin, lying in Mo Yan's palm, and fell asleep

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