Back in the hut, Feng Xuan entered his room, he sat on the bed with a pale face, his eyes closed and the spirit yuan in his body was slightly moved, about half an hour later, his complexion improved slightly, although it was still a little pale, but it was much better than just now.

Opening his eyes, Feng Xuan took a storage ring in his hand to his eyes, and carefully rubbed it, this ring was given to him by Feng Tianyun before he went down the mountain, that is, the only thing left after the person who claimed to be the Demon Hong of the Ancient Demon Sect turned into nothingness.

This ring is not snow-white like Feng Xuan's, but pitch-black, with the death of Mo Hong, the originally powerful soul imprint on the ring quickly weakened, and now it has become extremely weak, and it will not take long to completely dissipate.

Feng Xuan looked at the black ring in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then his mind moved, the soul core in his sea of consciousness turned slightly, and an invisible soul power flew out of it and rushed into the ring, directly dispersing the soul imprint of the demon Hong, which had become extremely weak in the ring, and re-transformed into a soul imprint belonging to Feng Xuan himself.

With the formation of the imprint, a space of hundreds of zhang in Feng Xuan's mind slowly emerged, and there were many items piled up in it, Feng Xuan probably counted it, and found that there were more than 6,000 yuan crystals inside, this number was simply a great wealth for Feng Xuan now, and after being excited for a long time, Feng Xuan gradually calmed down, and then looked at the other things in the ring.

In addition to the Yuan Crystal, there was also a mask, a token, a roll of dark red jade and an extremely broken animal skin, and some miscellaneous items at the end.

The mask was dark red, and a red skull was engraved on it, making it look very terrifying, even Feng Xuan was startled at first sight, and only recovered after a while, and a trace of cold air seeped out from the mask slightly, making this mask reveal a gloomy feeling.

The token is only the size of a palm, and its edges are dark and black, and in the center of it is a blood-red magic word, which is shocking, and there is a faint evil aura rushing out of it, as if it was written in blood, and the dark red jade slip is carved with some patterns, and placed with the mask.

As for the tattered and discrepancy animal skin being discarded in a corner, Feng Xuan also saw it inadvertently.

Feng Xuan first took out a piece of Yuan Crystal from the ring and put it in the palm of his hand, this kind of Yuan Crystal was the size of a thumb, the inside of the Yuan Crystal was cloudy, and it was impossible to see the inside, but he could sense the subtle spiritual fluctuations coming from above.

Feng Xuan's heart moved, and a suction force came out from the palm of his hand, enveloping the Yuan Crystal inside, and after a few breaths, the Yuan Crystal turned into a pile of broken foam and was blown away by the wind, and a little pure Spirit Yuan in it poured into Feng Xuan's Spirit Yuan Qi Vortex.

"It's a pity that there is only one point, if you can absorb all these more than 6,000 yuan crystals...... but this idea is just as soon as Feng Xuan throws it away, not to mention that it takes a lot of time, just these yuan crystals have other uses, such as exchanging for some things he needs, Feng Xuan will not directly absorb these hard-won yuan crystals.

After reading Yuanjing, Feng Xuan carefully took out the mask engraved with a red skull and put it next to the bed, and when the mask was taken out, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and the originally stuffy room suddenly became cold.

Feng Xuan looked at the skull's pitch-black eyes like a black hole on the mask, and there was a strange glow flashing in it, which made Feng Xuan's originally clear eyes gradually become hollow, and the left hand he put on his lap slowly picked up the mask and leaned towards his face, as if he wanted to put the mask on his face.

As the mask approached Feng Xuan's face, the eyes on his skull flashed, illuminating Feng Xuan's face into a gloomy color, but all this Feng Xuan seemed to be unknown.

"Buzz!!"

But just as the mask was about to be put on Feng Xuan's face, the diamond-shaped crystal that was suddenly under his spiritual vitality vortex trembled slightly, and a buzzing sound reverberated throughout his mind.

It was this humming sound that echoed, causing Feng Xuanyuan's empty eyes to clear up instantly, and without saying a word, he quickly put the mask leaning in front of his face into the black ring.

"It was so dangerous just now! I almost put the mask on my face, although I don't know what will happen when I put it on, but looking at its eerie appearance, I know that this mask can't be put on lightly. Feng Xuan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said fearfully.

"But the diamond-shaped crystal didn't move again, it seemed to be the sound it made just now. Feng Xuan sensed that the diamond-shaped crystal had returned to its past, and muttered slightly.

He once again observed the time of half a pillar of incense with his mind, and no matter how long Feng Xuan looked at it, the crystal did not move at all, and Feng Xuan could only give up in frustration.

The mind withdrew from the sea of qi, Feng Xuan's right hand lightly swiped on the black ring, and a token appeared in his hand, and bursts of evil qi emitted, so that Feng Xuan hurriedly restrained his mind and did not let the evil qi enter his body.

Feng Xuan looked at the palm-sized token in his hand and muttered, "This should be some kind of token, or maybe a symbol of status." ”

Putting away the token, Feng Xuan took out the broken animal skin after the most reluctance, and as soon as the animal skin took out the ring, an extremely vast and long-lasting breath came to his face, as if he had experienced endless years, and in Feng Xuan's feelings, it was as if this thing did not belong to this era.

The skin was already very tattered, and the edges of it had been corrupted over the years, and only in the center of it could be vaguely seen that it marked a huge pit that I didn't know where the Tunnel existed.

Feng Xuan couldn't understand the picture described on the animal skin for a long time, so he could only give up and put the animal skin on the side of the bed, and then he lay on the bed, thinking back to what happened tonight that made his mind not stabilize now.

"That thing that claimed to be the mouth of the Demon Hong of the Ancient Demon Sect should be engraved with the Ding Qianshuo left by the predecessors of the Soul Seal Son, the Ancient Demon Sect, look at the wooden tablet that my father gave me, it should be engraved as the overlord of the Demon Heaven Domain, and I don't know how they know that the Dao is here, and what is the purpose of the Dingqian Suo?" Feng Xuan looked at the top of the bed and showed a thoughtful meaning.

"I can't figure out the reason for this, maybe my strength is too weak now, and I am not qualified to know some things, only when my strength becomes stronger, can I be qualified, it seems that strength is everything after all. Feng Xuan looked at the bed veil and sighed.

"Now it is estimated that the Ancient Demon Sect has been offended, and this matter should not be good, but it is the first time I have seen my grandfather make a move, I didn't expect my grandfather's strength to be so strong, and he easily killed the extremely powerful Demon Hong. As soon as Feng Xuan thought of Feng Tianyun's means of shrinking space, his eyes showed a strong sense of envy.

After calming down the fluctuations in his heart, Feng Xuan once again took the animal skin placed next to the bed in his hand and said softly: "I don't know what kind of monster beast skin this is, it hasn't been corrupted after so long." ”

After a while, Feng Xuan suddenly felt very sleepy, his eyelids pulled down on his own, and a sense of drowsiness hit, making Feng Xuan yawn and fall asleep directly, still holding the piece of animal skin in his hand.