"What does the old man say about that divine incense? ”

Xuantian couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, searched on the altar for a while, and finally found the four pillars of sandalwood, gray and not slippery, looking very ordinary, only a faint fragrance.

"Wouldn't this be what the old man desperately wanted!" Xuantian was surprised, took it in his hand and looked at it over and over again, and couldn't see any fame from it, and finally threw it directly into the small box and didn't study it anymore.

The old man is recovering and won't wake up for a while. In the next time, Xuantian was busy, running around, picking up rags.

"Well, this thing is very old and has research value. He messed around the ruins in the corner, and finally grabbed a broken copper basin, knocked on it, felt a little spiritual, and put it in a small box.

This place is the imperial palace, because of the fall of the Hualong Empire in the past, there was a great disaster, many people came here to loot, and fought with each other, spilling a lot of blood.

Now, more than 100 years later, some broken bones and broken treasures can still be found here, which shows that there were strong people who fell at that time, and they have not turned into loess so far.

And these broken weapons have become the objects of Xuantian's collection. Although the treasure is damaged, it may still have some research value.

The dirt flew, and Xuantian dug out a broken knife, blood-red, and it looked a little shiny. He knocked it a few times, and it felt very hard, so he put it away.

"Hey, this altar has always been in the center of the battle, and it has not been broken under such terrifying fluctuations. It's really strange!" At this time, Xuantian was shocked, and his eyes suddenly saw the altar where the Shending had been placed.

This altar is very old, it looks dilapidated, but it is very hard, and the material is very unusual. In the midst of the turmoil, it was under a lot of pressure, and cracks the size of thumbs appeared on its surface, which was shocking.

There is no complete destruction of the miè, and it can be seen that the altar is indeed very hard.

Just this little bit made Xuantian feel the need to collect it. "Wow!", and the altar was packed into a small box.

After so many years, the color is still bright, as if it had just been painted. Xuantian turned his gaze to the four images in the distance, because of the turmoil not long ago, several picture scrolls were shaken away.

Originally, a few picture scrolls could not withstand such strong battle fluctuations. However, the palace was guarded by a shield of divine power, which invisibly stimulated at the beginning of the turmoil, removing most of the aftermath from the ground, so that the scroll was preserved.

Among them, there is also an inseparable relationship with the material of the picture scroll, which is very strong!

Xuantian picked up the scroll buried in the ruins and carefully identified it, and there were four figures wearing purple and gold crowns painted on it, which he didn't recognize.

"No matter who you draw, it's all mine. Xuantian pouted, just because the picture scroll was firm, he was unwilling to let it go. Entering the world of small boxes is inevitable.

In the next kung fu, he began to work again, running around, and he was present throughout the palace, sometimes digging three feet into the ground. He's digging for treasure.

Two hours later, the old man had recovered most of his vitality and stopped swallowing the essence. He opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his sockets again, and he looked bright.

He stood up first, then glanced around for a while, found the busy figure, and summoned it to his side.

"You can take my things!" the old man asked.

"Don't worry! I'm much more reliable than you. Xuantian spoke with a big grin, and he was ready to ask for credit.

"Bring it, I'll see. The old man was still not at ease, so he took the small box and looked at it.

"It's really blind my old eyes, what are you going to do with all this broken copper and iron! Don't collect scrap, you have picked up a lot of them, be a baby." He was dumbfounded.

"Although it is dilapidated, it still has some research value. Xuantian explained. After all, the strength of the two is different, and the light they look at items is also different. In the old man's eyes, these things may not be available, but in his eyes, there may still be some use value.

The old man took out four sticks of sandalwood from the small box, put them to his nose and asked, and immediately showed joy and put them away very neatly. Then, he messed around in the little box.

"This altar was a very powerful treasure in the life of countless years ago, but it has been abandoned and has no use in the slightest. Now it can only be used to pay tribute to the eighteenth generation of ancestors. The old man took out the altar, looked at it, and threw it back.

Xuantian rolled his eyes when he heard this, this old guy's mouth is really bad, he took this altar for research, and the ghost took it to pay tribute to the eighteenth generation of ancestors!

"This oil lamp is also very good. Thousands of years ago, it was a family's magic weapon, and it was very powerful. Unfortunately, now that it has become spiritually lost, it is no longer useful. It's still okay to use it as a candle. The old man took out another old bronze lamp and looked at it over and over again.

Xuantian was indignant and spat on the ground. Ahh

"Oops!"

The old man suddenly screamed, causing Xuantian to come over and watch curiously.

"You kid is really lacking in morality, this world is no longer suitable for you. You can also tear off the portraits of other people's ancestors and collect them, this hobby is too remote!" The old man shouted, revealing a look of disdain, and stayed away from Xuantian for a few minutes.

Xuantian is that angry! The face is dark, the material of this picture scroll is firm, and even the small aftermath of the battle cannot be ruined, it is worth collecting!

"Give it back to me. ”

This old man is so hurtful. Xuantian flew up, snatched the small box, and put it in his arms to protect it. It's all treasures! The others don't understand it at all.

Seeing him like this, the old man laughed, pointed and teased.

Obviously, putting away those gray sandalwoods, the old man was also in a good mood. It's not for this thing!

In the end, the two decided to leave, and the mission of this trip was successfully completed.

"Brush!"

On the turquoise surface of the lake, a black shadow suddenly rose without the slightest ripple. It was the old man and Xuantian.

At this time, it was close to the early hours of the morning, and a little light appeared in the originally dark sky, indicating that a new day was coming.

The moon still hangs high in the sky, shedding a little bit of light, making its final contribution to this time period. Because it is about to retreat, the dark earth is about to usher in light, and all things are about to recover.

The old man pulled Xuantian and shuttled quickly through the night sky, like a shadow floating by. They left the Imperial Garden with a smooth sail. With the strength of the old man, it's no wonder that those training soldiers can see it!

"What's the use of your divine incense, it looks dirty like this, no different from ordinary sandalwood. Along the way, Xuantian asked.

"Hmph! This is the lack of vision of you young people. Speaking of this divine incense, it is much more precious than your broken copper and iron. It's just that it's useless to you now. And I have a lot of use. The old man nagged.

When Xuantian heard this, his eyes were bright, and the things that were of great use to the bad old man must be very precious! It's just a pity that there are only four sandalwood sticks, and he originally wanted to hide one secretly! But then he thought about it. This old man is so shrewd, as soon as he finds out, even the Shending will be confiscated by him.

Back in the old courtyard, the old man threw Xuantian aside, and then left in a hurry.

"Old fellow, you're in such a hurry!" Xuan Tian muttered, and then returned to his room.

Then he sat down cross-legged on the edge of the bed, then took out the small box and opened it.

"Is there anything you want this time?"

Xuantian chuckled, a look of anticipation on his face. He pulled out a broken square seal, the color of earthy yellow, and threw it into the space of the small box.

"Dang!", the square seal fell into the pile of broken copper and iron, and there was a clear sound, and then there was no movement.

Xuantian was disappointed, but he was still waiting, giving Fang Yin time to identify him. However, after a short period of effort, the square seal still did not move, as if it had failed.

"Alas, can't you even look at it?" Xuantian sighed, and was about to take it back. But at this moment, the ordinary square seal finally moved, and a sound of "Huh!" emitted an earthy yellow air current, surrounding the dilapidated altar and ancient oil lamps under Xuantian's gaze.

The next moment, the gnawing sound of "click" and "click" started again, as if a dead person was gnawing on a bone, which was very ugly.

Wait for the yellow air to roll back and return to the square seal. The small space in the box was much more empty, and the dilapidated altar and the old oil lamp were gone.

Xuantian was surprised, took out the square seal from the small box, and observed it carefully, and found that there were small cracks to make up for it. The change was minor, almost invisible, but he noticed it.

"Hehe, hey, it's not in vain that I've worked so hard to find a treasure in the ruins. From this point of view, there is still something to be gained from some hardship. Xuantian held the square seal, complacent, and weighed it over and over, feeling that this artifact had become heavy.

Putting away the square seal, Xuantian took out the book of "Body Refining Experience", which was given to him by the old man from the Royal Academy, and there was a very detailed description of the previous realms, which helped him a lot now. As long as he has spare time, he will take it out and watch it, and think about it seriously.

The treasure land is about to be opened, and he must also prepare to adjust his state to the best, so that he can not be afraid of his peers, even the strongest opponents.

There is no doubt that once the treasure land is opened, it will be another battle. To put it mildly, it's like a battlefield, where people are dying at any time.

Chance coexists with crisis, and at that point, there is more than just peer-to-peer threats. At the same time, there is also a crisis within the treasure land.

"The treasure land is about to open, when is it?" After finding a spare time, Xuantian asked the old man.

"It should be just a few days! When the time comes, the power of my human race and the king of the desolate beast clan will strike together, tear the space, and let you in. The old man responded.