At the same time, Yuan Ming walked at the head of the stone bridge.

Ouyang Qiang held a palm-sized black pagoda in his hand, with lightning on it, and jumped off the bridge and stepped on the opposite bank.

Behind her, only Huangfu Jue and a woman followed, it was the Yunluo Fairy.

She was surrounded by a white silk with a faint halo, and her body was covered with scorch marks from fire and thunder, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Huangfu Jue also looked embarrassed, but the situation was much better than that of Yunluo Fairy.

As for the two masked elders, one tall and one short, they were gone.

"Yunluo Island Lord, you hide deep enough that you have so many means?" Huangfu Jue stared at Fairy Yunluo with surprise in his eyes.

"The strength of the concubine body, where you dare to compare with the deputy palace master of the emperor, the illusion test just now, if it weren't for the palace master's help, the concubine body would never be able to get through." Fairy Yunluo gasped and said, her face a little ugly.

Huangfu Jue smiled and didn't ask again.

Ouyang Qiang turned a deaf ear to the conversation behind her, standing still on the shore, her eyes looking at the ground in front of her.

There were a lot of messy footprints on the ground, spreading towards the front, but none of them looked obvious.

"Let's go." Ouyang Qiang whispered as if talking to herself, and ran forward along the footprints, without flying into the air.

Seeing this, Fairy Yunluo and Huangfu Jue hurriedly followed.

The three of them soon came to the mahogany attic.

The people of Luojia Mountain, Bilong Pond, and Heishamen are all here, and it looks like they have just arrived.

The three parties also suffered heavy losses, and only Mao Yi, the hunchbacked man, and the black-armored man transformed into a black dragon turtle were left alive.

Mao Yi looked unharmed on the outside, the hunchbacked man was scorched black, and his body exuded the fragrance of burnt meat, and the black-armored man had no obvious injuries on his body, but his eyes were slightly wilted, and he was obviously not happy.

There were also three people who came out of Luojia Mountain, namely Bai Yuan, the shopkeeper, and the blonde man named Gao Feng.

Bai Yuan was okay, the shopkeeper and Gao Feng were not lightly injured, and they were sitting on the ground to breathe.

There were only two survivors on the side of Bilongtan, Zhu Yu and a banshee cultivator with blue hair and blue eyes and blue scales all over her body.

This woman is a fifth-level peak demon cultivator, and her body scales are covered with scars left by flames and thunderbolts, and she is also closing her eyes to heal at the moment.

None of the three parties seemed to have entered the attic, each guarding the injured man, guarding each other.

Seeing the three people of Dongji Palace coming, Bai Yuan and Zhu Yu glanced at it and then withdrew their gaze and ignored it.

Mao Yi's face was a little scornful.

Heishamen and Dongji Palace teamed up, just now he saw the people from Bilongtan and Luojia Mountain boarding the stone bridge, and immediately followed, without calling everyone in Dongji Palace, it was really not very authentic.

Ouyang Qiang glanced at Mao Yi coldly and did not complain, but obviously, the cooperation between the two sides was over.

Her eyes flickered, and her eyes lit up slightly as she landed on the stone tablet next to the attic.

However, she didn't go in immediately, and found a clearing place that was separated by some distance from the other three parties, and motioned to Huangfu Jue and Yunluo Fairy to heal as soon as possible.

About an hour later, after the blue-haired banshee cultivator of Bilongtan took the lead in standing up, the rest of the people also invariably paused their pranayama and rushed into the mahogany attic one after another.

The hunchbacked man stood motionless, his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing this, Mao Yi also stopped, glanced at the black-armored man who had stepped into the attic, his lips moved slightly, and he asked, "Crazy Lan Devil, ...... you?"

"This is the Mausoleum of Emperor Yan, don't call me that name!" The hunchbacked man suddenly looked over and interrupted Mao Yi's words.

"The subordinates are careless." Mao Yi's face turned pale, and he hurriedly bowed his head.

"Danwang Pavilion was destroyed by the Holy Sect back then, and the two sides were mortal enemies who did not share the sky, although the old man of Yanhuang had died a long time ago, but after all, he was the existence of the peak of the law phase during his lifetime, and he could not leave a back hand against the demon cultivator, even if he transmitted the sound in the future, he would call me a pseudonym." The hunchbacked man said.

"Yes, Lord Jiangliu." Mao Yi said.

The hunchbacked man looked away and looked ahead.

"Lord Jiangliu, the Treasure Pavilion of the Fire Refining Secret Realm has arrived, the old man of Emperor Yan took away half of the Danwang Pavilion back then, there should be some good things in it, just to add some net worth to you, let's go in quickly, lest the good things be taken away." Mao Yi glanced into the attic and said.

"No need, it's useless to me, go ahead, I have more important things to do." The hunchbacked man said.

After saying this, without waiting for Mao Yi to agree, he turned into a silver light, went straight ahead, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Mao Yi opened his mouth, but the hunchbacked man was gone, so he had to swallow his words back and quickly enter the mahogany attic.

……

On the other side, after Yuan Ming passed through the stone wall, his front was empty and he fell to the ground again.

He subconsciously operated the Demon Elephant Prison Suppression Skill, mobilized the power of qi and blood to protect his body, and the spiritual light flashed above his head, and there was an extra yellow peak a few feet high, and yellow runes appeared on the surface, although the appearance was small, it gave people a sense of immobility and unbreakability.

Streaks of yellow light hung down from the yellow peaks, covering his body.

This thing is the magic weapon of Houtufeng, which has been thoroughly refined in more than a hundred years, and sixteen defensive runes are engraved inside, and in terms of defense ability, it is definitely the first among his many magic weapons.

After doing this, Yuan Ming's gaze swept around.

Seeing that the place was brightly lit, he appeared in a large hall.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no danger coming, Yuan Ming relaxed slightly, and his eyes fell on a tall mahogany case in front of him.

I saw two things on the left and the right on the case.

On the left, there is a somewhat strange appearance of a red three-legged round tripod, more than one person high, there are many hollow lines and strange runes on it, there are twelve slightly larger holes around the furnace body, as if there are gem inlays inside, with twelve different colors of luster, very gorgeous and exquisite.

The scorching heat emitted by the Crimson Round Ding, even if it was far away, still made Yuan Ming feel like he was in a volcano, his whole body was in pain as if he had been pricked by a needle, and the Houtu Peak and the Blood Gang Shield couldn't resist it.

In addition to the terrible high temperature, there are also bursts of strange aromas coming from the round tripod, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

"What kind of tripod is this? It seems to be an alchemy furnace, so exquisite, and the Sun and Moon Flame Furnace is far inferior to it! Yuan Ming couldn't help but admire.

His gaze immediately turned to the right of the case, where there was a half-finger-thick golden book, made of silk and jade, and the ancient seal text on the cover was engraved with four big characters: "The Secret Book of King Dan".

Yuan Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

This is indeed the inheritance place of the Danwang Pavilion, and what is recorded in the secret book of the Danwang Pavilion is not the many Dan prescriptions collected by the Danwang Pavilion?

Despite his agitation, Yuan Ming did not rush forward to take the treasure, but his eyes fell on the back of the case.

There, there is also a Taishi chair, on which is sitting a dried corpse.

The corpse was shriveled, its eyes were sunken, the sparse white hair on its head was tied into a somewhat comical bun, and a wide black robe embroidered with gold patterns on its body was not decayed, but it looked incompatible with the corpse.

Although Yuan Ming didn't perceive the slightest breath of life from this dried corpse, he vaguely felt a little divine soul aura from it, which was different from the remnant soul, more like a divine thought that had been preserved through a secret method.

Often, this kind of reserved divine thought represents some kind of obsession or last wish of the deceased during his lifetime.

The identity of the dry corpse was not difficult to guess, so Yuan Ming was about to step forward, when the dry corpse, which originally did not have the slightest breath of life, suddenly moved, and a powerful and incomparable aura suddenly appeared on his body out of thin air, instantly filling the entire hall.

Yuan Ming was instantly forced back by this breath, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in a row before he could barely stand firm.

The dry corpse slowly stood up, as if there was a turbulent air flow around his body, and held up the black robe with embroidered gold patterns that had collapsed on his body, and in a pair of deeply sunken eye sockets, there were also two ghostly lights lit up, looking at Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming's body tightened, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

The dry corpse's gaze quickly moved away, and landed on the Yanhuang Ruyi stick in Yuan Ming's right hand, and raised his hand to make a move.

The Yan Emperor's wishful stick came out of his hand, silently burned through the shield of the Houtu Peak, and flew towards the dry corpse.

Yuan Ming was in a hurry and intended to take back his things, but the coercion of the corpse outbreak was too strong, and it was difficult for him to act at the moment, so he could only watch this stick fall into the hands of the other party.

"You're back...... "The dry corpse said softly, caressing the short stick with his fingers, as if chatting with an old friend.

The red light on the Yan Emperor's Ruyi stick kept flickering, as if it was communicating with the dry corpse.

Yuan Ming couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw this scene.

Could this Yanhuang Ruyi stick contain a machine spirit? He has explored many times over the years, but has not found the existence of a machine spirit in the body of the rod.

"Your Excellency is the elder of the Yan Emperor? The younger generation is fortunate to see it. Yuan Ming waited for a while, and when he saw that the dry corpse was still stroking the Yanhuang Ruyi stick, he couldn't help but say.

The people behind him could catch up at any moment, and he didn't have much time to delay.

"This seat is the old man of Emperor Yan, what's your name?" Only then did the dry corpse come back to his senses and look at Yuan Ming, and a majestic voice sounded in Yuan Ming's sea of knowledge.

As the sound sounded, the terrifying coercion that enveloped the entire hall increased again.

"In Xia Yuan Ming, from the East Pole Sea, I have seen my predecessors." Yuan Ming hurriedly used the soul power of the sea to resist this coercion, and his voice barely remained calm.

"The mana is ordinary, the physical body is tempered quite well, and the divine soul is quite powerful, no wonder you can barely withstand half of my coercion, you are a soul cultivator?" The old man of Yanhuang looked Yuan Ming up and down, and the terrifying momentum around him receded like a tide.

"Yes." Yuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief and did not hide it.

"The divine soul is stronger, and it does have more advantages in alchemy, which line of Danwang Pavilion are you? What is the level of alchemy? Old Man Yanhuang asked again.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint the seniors, the younger ones are just a loose cultivator in the East Pole Sea, not the descendants of the Danwang Pavilion. As for alchemy, I have studied the art of alchemy a little, but I am not an alchemist. Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment, intending to tell the truth.

(End of chapter)