After everyone entered the cave, Wan Qingping first looked around for a while, and now there was nothing abnormal, so he skillfully arranged a simple vigilance formation, sat cross-legged, and at the same time held a shiny spirit stone in each hand, and recovered his mana.

Now is not the time to save, so Wan Qingping, who has always been picky, used a medium-grade spirit stone as soon as he came up, and soon, a clear air appeared on his body.

Just as Wan Qingping was recovering his mana, in a place sixty miles away, several monks in leather robes were gathering together, talking to each other, not knowing what they were talking about.

"Brother Vulture, there is still nothing to do, could it be that there is a mistake in the manuscript left behind by Lord Simba?" whispered a monk with a few pigtails tied at the back of his head.

"Yes, so many years have passed, even though Lord Simba participated in the Great War of the New Year, but at that time, the Sinbad people were just a vigilant foundation building monk, and it was the two Yuanying Adults who were really responsible for exterminating the marrow devouring silver-winged mosquito......" The other monk seemed to agree with the judgment of the pigtailed monk, and said cautiously.

In the center of the crowd like the stars holding the moon is a handsome young man, this person looks very good, and his demeanor is also top-notch, but he has a pair of peach blossom eyes, if he grows such a pair of eyes on the female cultivator, it will have a little more seductive charm out of thin air, but unfortunately it grows on a male cultivator, which makes this young man have a sense of frivolity.

Peach Blossom Eyes also had a gloomy face at this time, and as soon as the words of the two accomplices fell, he smashed his fist on the ground: "What do you two know, even though Lord Simba was not the main force that encircled and suppressed the myelin-devouring silver-winged mosquito back then, but when he was on alert, he had witnessed the battle between the two seniors and the pair of demon insects, and he recorded it very clearly in the manuscript that the body of the senior who fell at that time was falling nearby."

Speaking of this, Peach Blossom Eyes looked at the people around her, perhaps feeling that blindly bluntness could not solve the problem, but would further damage morale, so she said in a slightly softer tone: "In order to get this rare opportunity, I also promised Elder Yelu of the tribe before I came out that I would definitely bring back the relics of that senior this time, especially the inheritance magic weapon of my Hachar tribe, Elder Yelu, who has always sympathized with our noble children, gave me this manuscript of Lord Simba." If you don't want those untouchable people to see our jokes, you can do it as much as you want, and Elder Jerod will definitely reward you heavily."

The coercion of the peach blossom eyes lured a lot of effect, and the originally decadent spirits of everyone present immediately cheered up, and they saw the original pigtailed monk waving his fist fiercely: "Senior Brother Vulture is right, even if there is no reward, we must find the relics of that senior, and let those untouchables see, the reason why we can become nobles is not just by relying on the shadow of the ancestors."

"That is, the glory of the immortal heaven shines on the Mumba grassland, we are the nobles of the generations, and this glory will not allow those untouchables to blaspheme"

"That being said, this matter still needs to be carefully planned, I think ......"

Hearing the words of this group of people, a monk dozens of feet away couldn't help but show a hint of mockery on his face, and looked at his mouth as if he was saying "I can't do it"

This person lay quietly in the half-human-high grass, holding a green orb in his mouth, the orb flickered a slight light from time to time, and from the outside world, this person did not have any breath leakage.

"That's good, that's good" Seeing that the morale was aroused, Peach Blossom Eyes pressed his hand with satisfaction, stopping the people who were talking: "Within a radius of fifty miles is the search scope of our focus, although we didn't find it a few days ago, I guess it is likely that we didn't search carefully and omitted the past, in this way, it is still a team of two, and we will search this place again, and we will also divide a small number of people to expand the search range by thirty miles......" Peach Blossom Eye summarized everyone's views and reassigned the task, and after a while, everyone dispersed in a hurry, Go your separate ways.

"A bunch of arrogant aristocratic moths, just because you also want to find the tribal inheritance magic weapon?" the lurking monk slowly got up, cursed, and then set up a retreat and left the place.

Two hours later, Wan Qing slowly opened his eyes, and a fine light flashed, showing that the mana was very full.

Spit out a turbid breath from his mouth, Wan Qingping stretched his waist, but when he saw a few pieces of stone slag on the ground beside him, he couldn't help but grin and said, "It's a waste."

In order to recover his mana quickly, within two hours, he used up six medium-grade spirit stones, but now is not the time to feel distressed, looking at the sky that has darkened, Wan Qingping took back the two spirit stones in his hand that had not been completely abolished after a little thought, and then took out an object.

It is a palm-sized wooden plaque, yellow with white and a thin circle of annual rings, which appear to have been cut from a wooden board.

The wooden card was held in Wan Qingping's hand very cautiously, and he didn't know what kind of treasure he thought, but his scattered aura was not as good as any magic weapon on his body, and it was true, this magic weapon was only fifty-one prohibitions, but it cost him nearly two thousand spirit stones, which was a few points more expensive than the top-level magic weapon Wanliu Pagoda that he bought in Wandaohai back then.

However, the choice of magic weapons depends not only on the number of forbidden layers, but also on whether it is suitable or not, when passively beaten, an upper-level defensive magic weapon must be more effective than a top-level offensive magic weapon.

The main body of this magic weapon is a three-hundred-year-old wild peach wood, which is a well-known thing in the cultivation world.

"Poof-" I saw a condensed clear qi spit out by Wan Qingping, and flew to the wooden card, the wooden card immediately rippled up a circle of runes the size of a grain of rice, and then several magic decisions were played, and the wooden card "hum-" sounded, with one turning into nine, the main body flew to the top of Wan Qingping's head, and the other eight phantoms slowly rotated around the body.

"Good baby" Wan Qingping's eyes lit up, blurted out praise, and immediately wanted to cast a spell to try several other magical powers of this magic weapon, but when he thought that everyone had been gone for a long time, he gave up the idea of temptation.

However, he still didn't come out immediately, and checked the Ruyi Golden Bamboo Umbrella on his back again, this top-level protective magic weapon had been swallowed into his stomach by the Jasper Three Divine Toad a few days ago, and suffered a little loss, but it was not a big deal, and the nine-section bone whip in his hand was also sharp, Wan Qingping was a little confident at this time, and his aura flickered, and he jumped into the cave.

Monk Tsukiji can see several feet at night in the dark, so he can see the nearby scenery clearly, the passage into the eye is very spacious, four or five people walking side by side does not seem crowded, and the feet are also very dry, this is not that there are no traces of water, but the traces of water are condensed into a layer of fine ice ballast under the cold.

Stepping on the ice ballast, there is a "creaking" sound, and the cave is originally quiet to make people feel creepy, and the "creaking" footsteps add three points of horror.

However, Wan Qingping seemed very calm about this, and walked in the passage without hurry, without a little fear, he Wan someone has been practicing all the way from the mundane to this point, and the wind and waves have come over, not to mention that there are no ghosts yet, even if they appear, just destroy them, what is there to be afraid of?

Maybe it's because ghosts also like to bully the soft and afraid of the hard, or maybe it's because the ghosts have been swept away by everyone who opened the way, anyway, Wan Qingping has walked a full cup of tea, the wind is calm, and nothing happens.

The passage went diagonally down, but the slope was very gentle, and at this moment he came across a fork, and this fork had four or five forks, and when he looked inside, it was black and hollow, and he did not know where it led.

Wan Qingping stood in place and pondered for a while, then stepped forward, observed at each entrance for a while, and then grinned: "Although there was no agreement in advance, they are not those fledgling little monks, and they still know how to leave a mark for me, a descendant" Speaking of this, he immediately took a step and dodged into the third passage.

"Whoosh-", but as soon as he entered the passage, before he could turn the corner, he heard a sharp stabbing sound from the corner, and an even more gloomy breath came to his face.

As soon as his expression moved, Wan Qingping raised his hand sharply, and nodded a little towards the peach wood card above his head, and the eight phantoms immediately combined into a light shield, firmly blocking in front of him.

"Squeak-squeak-" The light shield suddenly became dazzling, and a terrible scream rang out in the passage.

"Poof-" suddenly, like a muffled sound like popping beans, a green smoke rose, in a trance, as if there was a white shadow, like a human-like form, but at this time his face was full of pain, as the green smoke rose, everything turned into nothingness.

"Hehe" Wan Qingping laughed, and then muttered to himself in the empty passage: "Dare to fight Uncle Ben's idea, I'm really impatient."

After speaking, it was a little above his head again, and the light shield flashed a few times, like broken ice, and was reduced to eight phantoms again.

Wan Qingping had the time to look at the new environment, the passage in front of him was a little narrower than the original main passage, but it was barely possible to walk up to three or two people, let alone him who was alone.

After sweeping away the ghosts, Wan Qingping did not rush away, but looked at the place where the ghosts were originally killed, his expression moved, and he took out an object from the storage bag.

This is a small black flag, but the flag is a little broken, it is the ghost magic weapon that Zuo Shili gave him back then, take it away and wave it in his hand slightly, with a flash of green light, dozens of gray shadows poured out from the broken flag.

Although these yin spirits are not quite the same as ghosts, they all belong to the flow of yin things in general, and after destroying the ghosts, there is still a small cloud of yin qi left in the same place, which is also a great tonic for them, so as soon as they are released, they immediately swarm up and swallow up the small cloud of yin qi.