Chapter 843 Mysterious Ancient Paintings

There is a spirit stone in the body of each mural object, and Tang Feng and the three medicine corpses joined forces to kill thousands of mural objects, which means that there are thousands of spirit stones scattered around here.

This is an astonishing number, and whoever gets so many spirit stones will probably be smiling from ear to ear.

Although Tang Feng deliberately suppressed the joy in his heart, his mouth was about to crack to the root of his ear. Putting the spirit stones in front of him into the phantom space one by one, and checking them a little by the way, Tang Feng found that the grade of these spirit stones was not high, most of them were low-grade spirit stones, and occasionally one or two intermediate spirit stones were mixed in, but the number was very rare.

Just finished sorting out the spirit stones in front of him, and the three medicine corpses were brought back and thrown in front of him, Tang Feng originally wanted to count how many there were, but now he didn't bother to count them, and all his brains were stuffed into the phantom space, and there were some low-level spirit stones on the left and right, which were not too valuable things, and the only thing that made people care was that there were a lot of them.

Looking for the medicine corpse, Tang Feng only had to put the spirit stones into the phantom space, and it took half a day to collect all the spirit stones.

Letting go of his divine sense, looking at the spirit stones piled up like a hill in the phantom space, Tang Feng couldn't help but sigh, the spirit stones that the people outside desperately wanted to get were at their fingertips here, if they let outsiders know, I don't know what to think.

And in the process of collecting spirit stones, Tang Feng also found that there were some significant changes in this passage. Standing up and walking to the passage, looking to both sides, Tang Feng saw that the inner layer of the sand wall had a crystal clear luster, stretched out his hand to wipe the outer layer of sand, and looked at the things in front of him, Tang Feng couldn't help laughing.

The spiritual veins turned out to be right in front of you

After the formation here was touched by himself, all the murals on the sand wall came to life, and after the murals disappeared, the spiritual veins hidden in the sand wall were revealed.

This entire underground is occupied by spiritual veins.

It seems that the scale of this spiritual vein in the White Emperor's secret realm is not small, it took a lot of time for him to come from this passage, and there are more than a dozen such passages around, and thinking about the surrounding environment, Tang Feng can't help but have some calculations about the scale of this spiritual vein.

However, there was one thing that made Tang Feng a little disappointed, the spiritual vein of the White Emperor's secret realm turned out to be a dead vein, and the texture was not even as good as the one occupied by Zhong Lu.

The predecessors once said that there are two kinds of spiritual veins, dead veins and living veins, and the dead veins are like the ones in front of them, like mineral veins, which exist in a certain place, waiting for the discovery and mining of people who are destined. The living vein has certain variables, and the spiritual vein that Zhong Lu possesses can turn into a huge white tiger, which not only looks majestic, but can even change its position, and will not die in a certain place.

Tang Feng had always thought that with such a rich aura environment in the White Emperor Secret Realm, coupled with the fact that no one had cared about it for thousands of years, the spiritual vein here should be a living vein, but in fact it was not the case.

The spirit stones produced by the death veins are generally of lower grade, no wonder the ones you get from killing those murals are basically all low-grade spirit stones, the highest is only an intermediate spirit stone, and you haven't even seen a single high-grade spirit stone.

Tang Feng was sure that if the spirit vein here was a living vein, among the thousands of spirit stones he had collected, there would be at least dozens of high-grade spirit stones, and it was not impossible for top-level spirit stones to appear.

Disappointment is disappointment, but after all, he has found the spiritual vein of the White Emperor's secret realm. In the future, if there is a lack of spirit stones, you can come to this place to mine them yourself, and occupying the spiritual veins is equivalent to occupying inexhaustible cultivation resources, which is an excellent opportunity for any sect or individual.

However, the thousands of spirit stones in the phantom space are estimated to be enough for a long, long time.

Tang Feng didn't plan to attack this dead vein now, the existence of the spiritual vein was his own secret here, and it was not too late to come over when necessary.

After cleaning up his mood, Tang Feng walked towards the empty hall.

There was another thing there that Tang Feng cared about.

Under the dim light of the stars at the top of the hall, in the center there was something about a dozen zhang long, about a zhang above the ground, suspended there, quietly rotating, exuding unparalleled aura fluctuations.

When he first came here, Tang Feng wanted to find out, but he was touched by the unknown formation and was besieged by thousands of murals.

There is such a thing in the very center of the spiritual vein, which is really impossible to ignore. The formation here is not only used to protect the spirit vein, but it is more likely to be used to protect this thing.

Walking forward step by step, Tang Feng's whole body tensed, like a longbow full of strings, once he found that something was wrong, he would definitely react accordingly at the first time.

Stepping to the position where he had touched the formation before, Tang Feng's footsteps paused, and he listened attentively to the movements around him, and there was nothing abnormal.

It seemed that that formation could only be touched once, and sensing this, Tang Feng couldn't help but let go of his heart, so he took another step and leaned towards the thing in front of him.

After a few breaths, Tang Feng stood in front of this thing suspended in mid-air, looked up, and couldn't help but be surprised.

This mysterious thing that is suspended in mid-air and slowly rotates is just a painting of antique and antique, and you can know the landscape painting with a long history at a glance, and the years have left a lot of traces on this painting, and the mountains and rivers on it are vividly depicted, and they are extremely realistic.

Standing in front of this painting, Tang Feng can even smell a fresh fragrance blowing on his face, which is a unique taste in the mountains and wilderness, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Sniffing carefully, Tang Feng found that this was not an illusion, but really smelled of the mountains.

What surprised Tang Feng the most was not this, but the faint presence of a majestic aura in the painting, this aura was so vast that even if Tang Feng was not shallow now, he couldn't help but be a little frightened, because even the aura revealed by the living vein possessed by Zhong Lu could not be compared with it.

This painting is a bit greasy, and it's definitely not ordinary

Just as Tang Feng squinted at the bizarre painting, his eyes widened a lot more abruptly, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was shocked to find a pool in the lower left corner of the painting, and the bright red carp in the pool were swimming with their fat tails.

At first, Tang Feng thought it was his own illusion, but when he looked at it again, several carp in the pool were clearly swimming, like living creatures, and a carp jumped out of the water, fell down again, splashed out a few droplets, and scattered them on the side of the pool.

Tang Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, rubbed vigorously, and opened them again, the carp was still swimming.

"......Huh" a gust of mountain wind whistled, this sound came from the painting, along with the sound of the wind, Tang Feng clearly saw a green bamboo forest swaying not far from the pool.

Is this a dream, or is it overworked? Tang Feng was a little confused.

Looking up, this ancient painting is more than ten zhang long, and everything on it is as if it were real.

Tang Feng frowned, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched the pool in the lower left corner of the ancient painting, although the water was cold, there was nothing unusual, but under this touch, the carp in the pool swam faster, as if they were frightened.

Strange, what the hell is this ancient painting for? Tang Feng really couldn't figure it out. This thing seemed to be left by those ancient sects, but Tang Feng couldn't understand what their intentions were in leaving this painting here.

"Where is Xiaoxiao, dare to touch my fish?" An angry shout suddenly came from in front of him, deafening, and Tang Feng was really taken aback.

In this ancient and deep spiritual vein, Tang Feng didn't expect that there were other people at all, and the moment he heard the voice, Tang Feng hurriedly used his talisman qi, let go of his senses, and became vigilant.

What made Tang Feng strange was that there was no breath of any living people around. However, in the ancient painting in front of him, there was a sound of the wind whistling.

Tang Feng narrowed his eyes, followed the source of the sound, and looked into the ancient painting, only to see a small black dot in the distant sky.

This black spot definitely didn't exist before, although Tang Feng didn't study this ancient painting carefully, but his memory was amazing, and when he swept it over just now, he didn't find this black spot.

After the black dot appeared, it gradually grew larger, and the feeling was bizarre, as if something was coming towards you from a distance. But in front of him, it is clearly an ancient painting.

The speed of the black dot is extremely fast, and it doesn't take long for it to become clear.

When he saw the true face of this black dot clearly, Tang Feng's jaw almost hit the ground.

This black spot turned out to be a dragon and a crystal clear, like a white jade dragon carved from jade, with teeth and claws, majestic and powerful.

Even though it only appeared in the painting, the overwhelming coercion also made Tang Feng's hairs stand upside down. The two huge eyes at the dragon's head stared at Tang Feng, like an eagle overlooking the earth, and under its gaze, Tang Feng had a feeling of insignificance like an ant.

Since the soul power was refined, Tang Feng had never experienced such crampedness and uneasiness even in the face of the spirit level, but now, the white jade dragon that appeared in an ancient painting gave him great pressure.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Feng stabilized his mind.

The white jade dragon flew in front of Tang Feng and did not move, but floated quietly in mid-air, watching Tang Feng through the ancient paintings.

"Excuse me, were you talking to me just now?" Tang Feng asked very politely, although he was not affected by its coercion, but this thing in front of him was one of the ancient spirit beasts, and the grade of the ancient spirit beasts was not at all comparable to the Howling Sky Wolf and Lei Go. It was natural to be polite to it, Tang Feng had never encountered an ancient spirit beast, and he didn't know why it could speak in the form of a dragon.

"Bold fanatics, you don't even need an honorific title to talk to the old man, and you still mess with the old man's carp, you should be punished" Bai Yulong's mouth didn't open, and a string of angry shouts came over.

Shouting, the temper is really not small.

Chapter 843 Mysterious Ancient Paintings