"You have to improve your cultivation as soon as possible..."

After Wu Wei quickly ended the life of the hook-nosed old man, he thought that the other party's clan would definitely follow the clues, and there might be a bigger fierce battle in the future, and he had no one to really rely on, only to improve his cultivation as soon as possible was the top priority.

He quickly noticed that although the hook-nosed old man had been bombarded by the power of chaos and finally turned into a puddle of ashes, the storage bag on his body had not been destroyed.

"With the other party's style of acting, he must have collected a lot of treasures. After thinking about it, he took a black cloth bag from the ground and flew into his hand, and the divine sense seal mark on the cloth bag also lost its effect with the death of his master.

"This old guy really did a lot of murder and overkill. Wu Wei looked at the dazzling cloth bag and couldn't help but sigh.

I saw that the outer layer of the black cloth bag, scattered dozens of jade-like stones, the stone is irregular prismatic shape, the whole body is crystal clear, exuding bursts of divine light, smelling it makes people feel refreshed.

"It's very similar to the 'spirit stone' that the old man of the Yin Spirit described to himself. Wu Wei pondered and groaned while investigating carefully, but he was still uncertain: "I'll ask when it wakes up." ”

He flipped to the second layer of the cloth bag again, and saw that there were all kinds of magic weapons scattered in it, and the colorful gourd was also among them, but the fluctuating aura emitted by these magic weapons was very weak, and they were just some low-level artifacts that had not been refined.

In addition, at the bottom of the cloth bag, a black iron piece that was not good-looking attracted Wu Wei's attention.

He took it in his hand and observed it carefully for a while, he couldn't feel any breath fluctuations, and after a little groaning, he induced a spiritual power to condense in his fingertips, trying to probe in, and soon he found that this piece of iron, which was like scrap iron, was actually covered with an extremely complex 'prohibition'.

The so-called prohibition is a simplified version of the formation, and the yellow booklet given by the silver-haired old man has a detailed introduction to the prohibition, and Wu Wei's research on the formation and prohibition has never been left behind.

After studying for a few days, he carefully untied the last forbidden rune, and suddenly a strange sharp whistling sound came from the black iron sheet, and then a wisp of green smoke quickly drilled out from the gap in the iron sheet, and the smoke touched the ground, which would turn into a graceful woman's figure.

The woman was slender, dressed in a white cocoon veil, and her plump body like a jewel loomed under the cover of the tulle. But between the eyebrows, there is a breathtaking demonic aura, giving people a sense of evil.

"Great Demon..."

Wu Wei unconsciously exhaled, he had seen the corpse of the big demon in the aura lake of Xiyin Mountain before, and he had also heard Lin Chen tell the secrets of the ancient demon clan in detail, if he hadn't seen a pair of demon wings on the back of this beautiful woman, he would have thought that it was just an ordinary human being.

The so-called big demon: That is the powerful and powerful of the demon clan in ancient times, they have gone through hundreds of years, and finally cultivated into a human form, each of which is an extremely mysterious and terrifying existence.

Now he saw that a powerful demon clan was sealed in a black iron sheet, how could he not be shocked, fortunately, this big demon did not emit any life fluctuation breath, obviously just a wisp of demon qi rushed out of it.

"It's better for such a terrifying demonic thing to return to its original place..."Wu Wei carefully attracted the woman who had been transformed by demonic qi and put it back into the black iron sheet, and finally put a seal on the black iron sheet again.

He eased his mind a little, looked through the storage bag again, and finally looked at the fist-sized colorful gourd, this magic weapon was a magic weapon with both offense and defense, which was very useful for his current cultivation.

"I'll have to find a time to re-practice. After thinking about it, he turned his hand over, erased the residual memory of the divine consciousness on the gourd, and with a clapping of his hands, the colorful gourd flipped a few times in the air, leaving a divine consciousness and putting it into the cloth bag on his waist.

...

"Stinky boy, bring me the elixir that nurtures the soul. At this time, the old man suddenly made an inopportune voice, and his emotions were full of excitement.

Wu Wei was stunned for a moment, glanced at the old man, and said with disdain: "When I fought to the death just now, why didn't you say anything?"

The old man suddenly blushed, and said, "Old man... That... I'm not afraid of distracting you..."

Only then did Wu Wei notice that among the dozens of spirit stones on the first layer of the cloth bag, there was a purple elixir hidden in the corner: "This is it?"

"That's right! Ziyang Pill, the ultimate elixir that nurtures the soul. The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth almost flowed out: "It's really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it..."

Wu Wei pinched the Ziyang Pill in his hand, deliberately turned it upside down, and said in a deep voice: "Give it to you, but..."

"Stinky boy, I've helped you so many times, and you have to worry about the old man for a small pill..."

“...”

Wu Wei was suddenly full of black lines, and hurriedly threw the elixir to it, this elixir that nourished the soul was not of much use to him, so he just teased it, and he was just a little unaccustomed to the style of this dead old man who was free from an old scoundrel.

In the end, he consulted the old man of Yin Ling about the information about the spirit stones, and finally determined that the dozens of stones in the cloth bag were the hard currency circulating among the monks of the Great Wilderness World.

The spirit stone is the condensation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is equivalent to the existence of ore, and it is extremely rare in the world.

Breathing in the aura of heaven and earth is a way for monks to indirectly absorb spiritual power, and spirit stones greatly shorten this process, so spirit stones are more precious necessities than gold for monks.