Sumeru Ring once refined a psychic bead hanging in the sky, and the fairy spirit qi collected by the Goddess Peak was very rarely consumed, and the light and fresh air in the mustard seed space were like a natural oxygen bar.

In the narrow courtyard, the grass and trees are swaying leisurely. Under the snow-white courtyard wall, the shelves of blooming flowers exude wisps of fragrance.

Passing through the antique hall and stepping into the courtyard, Qingluan stood still, stood on the rockery and closed his eyes to recuperate, and the long Qingxia swam around it, setting off it to be noble and extraordinary. The bird was accustomed to swallows coming in and out, so it just squinted slightly, too lazy to pay attention.

The east wing room is quiet and elegant, and a pot of seven-leaved green pothos is planted along the window, and the lady-like green fruits are slightly exposed.

The warm light shines through the window lattice and gently falls on the bed, reflecting Han Bing's quiet and gentle face.

Every time he saw this pretty face, Yan Ci was always so sad that he couldn't help himself, and he wanted to complain to Han Bing countless times, but every time he was speechless and choked.

Xiao Mengjiu teased the young unicorn on the edge of the bed for a while, and said lightly: "I will think of this place after eating outside." ”

The young unicorn kept nodding his little head, thinking deeply.

Xiao Mengjiu suddenly covered his mouth and smiled: "Let's go, don't spoil the scenery here." ”

The young unicorn stretched lazily, gently and skillfully slammed it to the ground, and followed Xiao Mengjiu out of the door with a sweet call.

Yan Ci sighed deeply, whether it is a dream elf, a green bird, or a young unicorn, all of them are precious creatures, and now he is willing to be lonely and spend his time with him, what is he not satisfied with?

Quietly accompanied Han Bing on the side of the bed for half a night, and Yan Cicai reluctantly left.

The moonlight on the heavenly steps is as cool as water, and the calm lake is the shadow of the sycamore.

Yan Ci didn't know that there was another story happening in the inn, he just wanted to stay away from those lively places, wouldn't it be a blessing that his ears were pure?

The earth began to sleep, but the stars grew brighter and brighter, and the sound of the lake surging in my ears was heard, and the sleepless frogs croaked on the riverbank.

In the haze, a strange lightning bolt struck the distant mountain, and the sound of explosion and thunder suddenly rolled above the sky, one after the other as if it was endless.

The deafening thunder woke up Changhu Town, and there were many people in the sky above the inn, and all the monks who stayed in the house rushed out to look.

The deep starry sky was suddenly covered by a dark cloud, and the dark night seemed to be brewing something. The silver snake on the top of the mountain in the distance danced wildly, and the thunderbolts poured down one after another, and the sound of thunder shattered the liver and gallbladder of the group of cultivators.

The storm came in an instant, and the water level on the wide lake suddenly rose. Qun Xiu looked at each other, all exclaiming that this scene was too strange.

Heavy dark clouds squeezed the sky, and it was pitch black under the dome, and the dense clouds rolled rapidly, converging into a gloomy and hideous funnel shape.

In the deepest part of the darkness, a little white light was born out of thin air, suddenly turning into a pillar of blazing white light, piercing the dark clouds and penetrating the mountains, and the roar of the clouds swept through the eight desolations, and an incomparably abundant aura was spreading rapidly.

"A strange treasure is here. A terrifying exclamation was as urgent as a law, and more than ten rays of light were suddenly awakened and thrown into the distance.

The incomparable pillar of light was extremely dazzling in the ink-like firmament, and the holy blazing white light attracted the monks from all directions to rush in.

The torrential rain came and went quickly, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the pillars of light suddenly fell into the ground like a whale sucking water.

The water on the lake is not rippling, and the trees are washed green like jasper. Yan Ci dispersed the light curtain to protect the body, and with a huge sycamore leaf on his head, he followed the monks leisurely and hurriedly into the distance.

In the depths of the vast forest sea, there is a bald peak after being scorched by thunder and lightning, black smoke curls on the peak, during which the ancient trees are scorched, the vines are falling, and the sporadic flames are still struggling to lick the air, refusing to extinguish it.

By the bright moonlight, I noticed that in the hidden corner stood a black door, as dark as eternal night, as if an unknown greedy monster was entrenched here, endlessly sucking the light and stingy without missing half of the luster.

Li Chonglou, Miao Zhan and others stood in front of the door and meditated, and Pan Yinjian continuously poured several mana, but as soon as they touched the façade, they disappeared like mud cows entering the sea.

The door frame and shaft fit in with the hard, cold mountain wall, and it seems that it cannot be opened by brute force.

The rest of the monks scattered to look for strange treasures, and without any clues, they moved closer to Miao Zhan and the others.

The light flickered in the distance, and it seemed that more cultivators were coming, and everyone was helpless, so anxious that they slammed the black gate with the body of the magic weapon, but the black gate was stronger than the golden stone, and no matter how brutal the impact was, it could only stir up a few sparks.

When it was time to wait for tea, not only did all the monks in the Changhu Inn arrive, but even the scattered cultivators who saw the vision of the pillar of light nearby also came. All kinds of glow are flying like fireflies, all gathered in the square inch of the peak.

Li Chonglou was very angry, and snorted heavily in his nose to vent his dissatisfaction, and the monks who came from afar saw that Huaqing and Jialan had disciples coming, and their arrogant arrogance was slightly restrained, and they low-key sacrificed magic weapons to assist.

In the long sky, two figures, one black and one white, rolled up a halo of light and rolled in, and the noisy and cold wind woke up the cultivators who came to Taobao.

Raising his eyes, a black and white butterfly shadow suddenly fell, turning into a man in black with unruly eyebrows and a handsome young man in white robes with painted lips.

The two of them stood carelessly not far away and pointed, disdainful of the monks in the room.

The scattered cultivators who attacked the Black Gate saw the people coming clearly, and they swarmed to recall the magic weapon, and retreated sharply to both sides, with a wary look on their faces.

The charming peach blossom eyes of the white-robed young man were full of smiles, and he said leisurely: "Ji and the two of them are only here to hunt for treasures, and there is nothing else to do. ”

Li Chonglou came out of the crowd and sneered: "It turned out to be the notorious Ji Chong and Qiao Li couple in the Great Wilderness Ruins, it's really been a long time. ”

Ji Chong has a handsome face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the peach blossom eyes are affectionate and feminine. It complements Qiao Li's swaggering, rough and domineering masculinity, and it is no wonder that the monks almost laughed when they heard the word couple.

Ji Chong smiled and didn't say anything, but his eyes fluttered, staring at Pan Yinjian's chest and legs, Pan Yinjian's face was red, he shrank and said angrily: "The vertical son is rude, why don't you go to see your mother?"

Ji Chong sneered at each other: "What a pair of dog men and women made in heaven!"

Li Chonglou was furious and was about to have a seizure, but he listened to Miao Zhan's persuasion: "There is no point in making this battle of tongues, it is better to look for treasures first, so as not to have branches." He glanced at Ji Chong coldly, and said in a deep voice: "What does Tan Yue think?" Ji Chong's heart trembled suddenly, and he couldn't speak.

The monks didn't know why, but seeing Ji Chong's weakness, they couldn't help but relax their nerves a little. After this incident, the atmosphere became a little more harmonious, and Miao Zhan invited several well-known cultivators to discuss the method of breaking the ban on the spot.

Ji Chong's demeanor was calm, but his heart was very embarrassed, and the talented monk Miao Zhan used the Soul Horror Secret Technique to quietly shake his mind, making him lose face in front of everyone, and he was going to give the color in return immediately, but he missed the opportunity.

The dumb eats Coptis chinensis, and he can't say the bitterness, but in order to compete for the treasure, Ji Chong can only pinch his nose and admit it.

When the full moon was in the sky, the moonlight melted, and the black arch gradually brightened up as if it had just woken up from a long sleep.

I saw that the cymbals on the door were guarding the head of the pepper map, and the sun, moon and stars slowly circulating on the door leaf were guarding a fluorescent scepter.

When the greedy and ferocious sucked up the clear light of the bright moon, the lintel showed four golden ancient seal characters like climbing vines.

The monks stared wide-eyed, not knowing what kind of writing it was.

Miao Zhan guessed: "If the ancient seal character is not the name of this place, it is the password to enter the black gate." Everyone thought so, even if they read what they had learned in their lives, they were still illiterate.

Ji Chong said lightly: "There is no need to waste your efforts, this is the secret text of the demon clan that has long been lost in Zhuxia Divine Continent, and no one knows it." ”

Miao Zhan was puzzled: "Could it be that Tan Yue can recite?"

Ji Chong stretched his waist and said with a smile: "I know its shape but I don't understand the meaning of the text, if there is a demon cultivator present, you may be able to enter one of them." ”

Li Chonglou said coldly: "The demon cultivator is really here, with the cultivation of Ji Daoyou's three-legged cat, I am afraid that I will not be able to enter." ”

Ji Chong said disdainfully: "If you want to offend a gentleman, don't offend a villain, Brother Li will repay him, which is the best evidence." ”

The monks looked depressed, and the strange treasure was hidden in the mountain but they didn't have a chance to see it, so they wanted to take advantage of the excitement and leave.

Pan Yinjian was disappointed and annoyed, and wanted to vent but couldn't resist Ji Chong's sharp teeth, so he sprinkled a wildfire on Miaojian's head.

Miao Jian sat bored and played with two small pebbles on the side of the black door, the white and tender little bald head was surprisingly bright in the moonlight, and suddenly heard Pan Yinjian complain: "The little monk is not doing his job, if he wants to go back to recite the scriptures, he must come to think quickly." ”

Miao Jian touched his bald head, raised his head and said, "The female benefactor is reasonable. After saying that, he sat upright, and sure enough, he took out the finely carved wooden fish and copper chime from his bosom and knocked it out.

Pan Yinjian was so angry that he stomped his feet, I really don't know if this little monk is too stupid or too smart.

Miao Zhan couldn't hold back a smile and said, "Senior brother is on the side of the master every day, have you ever heard the secret text say?"

Miao Jian opened one eye and closed one eye, shook his head and said, "I have never ......" He seemed to suddenly remember something extremely funny, laughed crookedly, and said intermittently: "The four-character ciphertext of 'Amitabha Buddha', do you know the donor?"

The mantra of Buddhism is known to the whole world, and all the monks showed a knowing smile.

Qiao Li got carried away for a while, recited a limerick poem out of place, and said: "There is a little monk from the west, and the wooden fish is knocking." opened his mouth and closed his eyes Amitabha, which made Shitai panic......"

The group cultivators laughed and laughed, secretly thinking that the demon cub in this great desolate ruin was really "informal".

The little monk Miaojian was so angry that he threw it over with the copper chime wooden fish, and Qiao Li knew that he had lost his words, so he smiled embarrassedly.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound, the black arch trembled slightly, and the fluorescent scepter slowly turned. The audience was pleasantly surprised, could it be that the ciphertext was really "Amitabha"?

Li Chonglou squinted at Ji Chong and sneered: "There is also Amitabha Buddha in the demon text, funny, really funny!"

The edge of the scepter swirled faster, releasing a brilliant light that reflected the field beautifully. Suddenly, the black arch burst out, and the deep and dazzling black light opened and closed at once, condensing into a piece of black crystal inlaid at the top of the staff.

The scepter floated in midair, an indescribable aura gushing out, and a hidden spirit swelled up in the mountains.

Qiao Li exclaimed in disbelief: "Ground Rank Magic Weapon!" Before he could say anything, the scepter suddenly shook, and it turned into a terrifying rainbow and rolled towards the belly of the mountain.

The strange treasure is in front of you and you don't realize it, you can only sigh for yourself! However, you will guard the door control with the aura of the earth-level treasures, and the inner cave is even more eye-catching!

The group cultivators would not let the scepter escape on its own, and invariably rolled away several whirlwinds and rushed into the belly of the mountain to grab the treasure.