Retracting the paper, Jian Chen picked up the token and looked at it carefully several times.

This didn't seem to be the first time he had seen an item of this material, both in terms of grip and color, it was seven or eight cents similar to the currency used in the Zhao Dynasty.

The whole body is silvery white, warm and delicate in the hand.

As we all know, in order to prevent the enemy country from imitating currency, the Zhao Dynasty specially set up a Taoist department, which specially used the most common spiritual material "silver iron ore" on the Shenzhou continent to grind into powder, mixed with jade, animal blood and other dozens of spiritual materials, and refined through a complex Dao pattern formation.

Circulating in the vast territory of the imperial dynasty, for thousands of years, no one has ever succeeded in imitating seven or eight similar fakes.

So there is no doubt about the provenance of this token, and the handwriting engraved on it already indicates its identity - royalty.

On the front of the token, the edge carved from the model of the three university palaces is undulating like a mountain, surrounding the magnificent palace under the word "Zhao" in the center of the token, and the background of the entire ground is drawn a map of the dynasty by means of dark carving.

It represents the core idea of guarding and coexisting between the Three Great Palaces and the Zhao royal family, and even the entire imperial territory, which is firm and unquestionable.

The back depicts the upward branches, supporting a cluster of burning peony flowers, representing the splendid, energetic, and infinite possibilities of the imperial monks, and the infinite possibilities in the future.

In addition, there is also a sharp sword engraved on the back, which is simple and unremarkable, and the dense and beautiful dragon pattern hovers upward, and the meaning is unpredictable.

After reading this token carefully, Jian Jian already had a clear judgment in his heart, this is a token that can represent his status.

Wouldn't it be unintentional to show this token in front of an area under the jurisdiction of the government, or in front of people who know the goods......

A strange image suddenly appeared in his mind.

So, she wanted me to take this token all the way to Kyoto in a cup?

After thinking about it seriously, Jian Chen still felt that this was not realistic enough, if he showed it casually in front of the outside, what if he was robbed of it?

Let someone else take his place to a women's catwalk on the streets of Kyoto?

I'm afraid that's not very feasible......

After thinking about it in detail, Jian Chen also threw the token into the corner of the very edge of the storage ring, as for the white paper, hmm...... It's like you've never seen it.

If you really poured eight lifetimes of mold, and met her again, you should treat it as if you didn't know anything, and the steward of the Drunken Immortal Residence swallowed the envelope by himself out of admiration for Miss Zhao, and didn't hand it over to him.

After thinking about the rhetoric to deal with, Jian Chen admired his agile thinking a little and rubbed his temples.

Thinking that the two of them were gone and stayed again, and then they were afraid that they would be retaliated against by the Wang family, Chen Jian felt a headache.

It's better to hurry up and cultivate, and leave here with the monkey early tomorrow morning!

After thinking about it, he returned to the futon, meditated and began to practice.

However, after seeing Liu Qing in the daytime, the restless feeling of the power in his arm came again, and this time it was more intense than before.

Chen Jian was just about to clench his fists and try his best to control that force, but in the next moment, he felt a fiery fluid pulsing into his heart along the meridians, and then gushing out from the heart, flowing through complex veins, and rushing up to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Eventually, he felt an explosive pain in his head without warning, leaving him with a black look and a sideways drop to the floor.

I don't know how long it took.

Chen Jian broke free from his vain consciousness and was in a trance for a while, but found that he seemed to be in another world.

Here, the sky is stained with blood, and the barren mountains and rivers give people a sense of the extremely magnificent dilapidated ancient battlefield after the end of the world, as if they are giants supporting the heavens and the earth.

He felt that he was still conscious, but it was difficult to control his body, and the howling mountain wind was blowing in his face, his clothes and hair were flying, and his body walked forward uncontrollably.

It's just that every time he takes a step forward, Chen Jian feels that his qi and blood are disordered, and his body can't help but tremble violently, although he can endure this pain, but his mind is already dazed and buzzing, and he just can't break free from this weird state.

It's as if a nightmare was set up specifically for him, and no matter how much he struggles, he can't wake up from it.

Until he crossed the vast and dead plains, flowed through the blood-stained rivers, crossed the peaks far on the edge of the heavenly dome, and stood in front of a huge bronze gate that almost connected the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Chen Jianru was inserted into his body by thousands of blades, as if each knife was inserted into the meridians of his body, carving unscrupulously, as if he wanted to complete a perfect work.

And the meridians, which are in the monk's body, are used to carry spiritual power to run, that is, ordinary people who cannot cultivate, but also rely on it to transport blood and mediate body functions.

The pain was so intense that every cell in his body was groaning, and his consciousness was constantly screaming in pain, and he raised his head.......

Chen Jian tried his best to see the handwriting engraved on the huge plaque on the top of the bronze giant gate, but he couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't judge the content on it from the outline of the handwriting, which was a text that Chen Jian, who claimed to have read thousands of books, didn't know at all.

It may have come from a much more distant past, or it may have never belonged to this world.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Jian Chen didn't do anything, and the bronze giant door actually began to shake slightly, and the rust, dust, and debris left behind in the crack of the door for a long time spilled down.

Before he could come back to his senses, in this world, this body, which didn't care about Jian Chen's feelings, had no intention of withdrawing quickly, and still stood motionless.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a loud noise in his ears, his whole body was full of qi and blood, his heart trembled, and he almost coughed up blood uncomfortably, and flew twenty or thirty feet away.

But he soon got up again, and continued to walk through the crack in the bronze door, as if obsession.

Behind the giant bronze gate, there is not a magnificent palace, there is no extremely gorgeous scenery, only four stone statues that look like people and inhuman.

Standing on the stone statue farthest from the giant gate was a hunchbacked old man, but there seemed to be a turtle shell on his back, and a large snake seemed to be close to him, and the snake's head looked backwards.

The stone statue in front of him was a burly man, with very rough facial features, but he had a pair of terrifying beast claws, thick arms, and claws as sharp as knives, which seemed to have the power to crush everything.

The stone statue on the left is the closest to a human in appearance except for a snake tail, with handsome facial features, with elegant clothing, and a sword straddling his waist, giving people the appearance of a humble gentleman.

The remaining stone statue on the right is a woman, wearing a phoenix crown and bathed in fire, as if she herself was a flame and not human.

After Jian Chen stepped through the bronze giant gate, the first thing he saw was not the four stone statues, but a bronze coffin surrounded by them.

The bronze coffin, no more than a foot long, is engraved with countless dense and mysterious patterns on the surface, and people dare not look directly at it for a long time.

"Are they in this position trying to escort this bronze coffin out of the bronze giant door?" After seeing the bronze coffin, Jian Chen also noticed the strange posture of the four stone statues around him.

His body walked forward uncontrollably again, and Jian Chen was stunned by himself, "What is his movement...... Want to open the coffin? ”

Although Jian Chen didn't understand what all the experience given to him here meant, he at least knew that in such a weird place, the last thing he should do was to move the things inside at will, because in this way, if he didn't pay attention to it, it might lead to ruin.

But at this time, his body could not accept the control of consciousness at all.

The bronze was opened.