Feng Haixin also took a pill and sat next to him, the two of them did their best in the battle just now, especially Feng Haixin, her mana was suppressed to sixty percent here, and with the same damage (qíng), her consumption was also the largest.

Song Jiayu's cultivation was the lowest, and at this time, his physical strength was already a little exhausted, and he also began to breathe after taking the pill.

Gu Xue and Mu Shanshan were all better, and when they saw this (qíng) shape, they took the initiative to take on the duty of vigilance.

An hour later, when everyone was almost recovered, Luo Yan stood up (shēn) and looked up in the direction of the river, faintly saw a golden building, and pointed with his hand and said, "Look there." ”

Everyone looked up and saw that on the exposed cornice, there was a golden sunlight, which looked like a palace (diàn). Everyone was overjoyed and walked there.

Come to the front, everyone saw the plaque of the palace (diàn) written on the three big characters of "Chaotian Pavilion", the pen is smooth, vigorous and powerful, although it has experienced the baptism of tens of thousands of years, but it is still shining with golden light, thinking that it must have been a scene in the city.

The (jìn) system outside the palace (diàn) seemed to have been broken open, and it had not yet been closed, so everyone pushed the door and entered, and came to the courtyard in front.

The items in the courtyard have been rummaged through, and it seems that they have just left, and there are still traces of spiritual power fluctuations here, which should have been left when the (jìn) system was broken.

Looking up, the two beasts in front of the stone steps had been pushed down, and the stone bricks on the ground had also been lifted and thrown on the ground at random, even a few ancient trees in the courtyard had not been spared, they had been cut off, and the huge crown was leaning against the (diàn) wall.

Feng Haixin walked to a toppled Buddha statue next to him, brushed off the soil on it, straightened it and put it back in place, and then bowed three times with his hands together.

Song Jiayu followed her (shēn), and also picked up the lampstand at her feet, picked up the stone lamp that rolled down not far away, put it on the pedestal, and said: "Who are these people, they are no different from mountain bandits, treasure hunting is treasure hunting, why do you want to break everything?"

Feng Haixin said: "If there is no good thought in the heart, it is difficult to achieve the Great Dao, and if they do this, they will be punished by God, no matter how high their cultivation is, it will be a matter of time before they fall." ”

Mu Shanshan, who had just picked up the flower pot on the ground, heard the conversation between the two of them and said, "I see that they also have eyes and don't know gold and jade, you look at the runes on it, I think it was not as simple as raising flowers before." ”

When everyone heard this, they all gathered around, carefully observing the lines on it, and couldn't judge what it was for a while.

Luo Yan reached out and touched the surface, it was extremely smooth, and it was extremely cold to the hand, and he felt a cold air coming from inside.

He beckoned everyone to get out of the way slightly, and then injected a stream of mana into it, and then looked at the innate spirit patterns on the surface of the stone basin, which suddenly lit up, and light cyan stripes appeared, flowing like a stream around the inside of the stone basin, forming a closed circle.

Luo Yan said: "It should be a vessel for cultivating fire (xìng) spirit flowers or spirit grass, and it can also be used as an auxiliary material for refining ice (xìng) magic weapons. ”

When Mu Shanshan heard this, he said: "I thought I had picked up a treasure, it turned out to be a flower pot, I don't raise flowers, and I haven't practiced the ice genus (xìng) exercises, so if you want it, take it!"

Several other women also shook their heads and said they didn't need it, and finally Luo Yan smiled: "Since you don't need it, then I'll put it away first, and don't forget to help me water it when you raise the spirit flower in the future." With that, he waved the sleeves of his robe and put it into the storage ring.

Everyone searched in the courtyard again, picked up a few treasures that had been left by their predecessors, and then came to the big (diàn) together, only to find that it had also been rummaged through.

The seats in the hall have been overturned, the dragon and the golden phoenix depicted on the wall have also been destroyed, and a deep stone cave has been left in the eyes of the dragon's eye and phoenix, and it seems that the treasure embedded in it has been taken.

A stone table in the center of the eagle has been split in half, and there is a depression the size of a human head in the middle.

Luo Yan looked at the wall on the left again, where there was a stone painting, a majestic palace (diàn), and a neat courtyard.

At the very front, there is a courtyard on the first floor, in which the beasts, Buddha statues, stone steps, and lampstands are all vividly depicted.

Further back, along the central axis, there are several more levels of courtyards, and at the very back of the palace (diàn) is a field of flowers, which is full of garden (chūn) colors and fragrances, and a few women (shēn) in gorgeous costumes are meditatively watering.

After Luo Yan looked at it, he compared it with the real scene in front of him, and found that this was not a simple picture here, so he hurriedly ran towards the second-floor courtyard.

As a result, all kinds of thrown objects were lying horizontally and vertically, the rockery in the middle turned into a pile of rubble, and the stone pillars in the corridors on both sides also fell a lot.

Luo Yan said in a low voice: "It seems that this group of people really has the talent to copy the family, presumably their sect is not much better, I really don't know where they came from?"

Gu Xue and Tang Jingqi, who came over, said: "It doesn't matter which sect he is, this way of finding things is too unsophisticated." ”

Luo Yan said: "According to their way of looking for things, they must still be nearby, you continue to search here, and I will go around the back to see if I can see the main master." ”

After speaking, the shape of shēn flashed, disappeared from the spot, and when he came out again, he had already arrived at the flower field at the back of the palace (diàn).

At this time, there were six late-stage cultivators in blood-red robes and one early stage cultivator collecting spirit flowers, and there were not many flowers and plants left in the garden.

One of them, a yellow-haired young man with thin wood and eyes like a mouse, had just dug out a purple-black spirit flower with a knife, and when he looked up, he saw Luo Yan who had only one person (shēn) break in through the gap in his squint, so he said in a strange voice: "Look, everyone, there is a treasure giver, how can we greet him?"

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One said, "Of course it's the old rules. The old man in the early stage of the merger looked at Luo Yanxia and said, "It's still a guy in the early stage of refining the void, which of you kills him first, and half of the property can be shared, who will come first?"

Before the words fell, a red-robed man closest to Luo Yan immediately raised his ghost head knife and pounced.

Luo Yan came here to see who took the treasures, but as soon as they met, the other party wanted his life, which made him very unhappy.

Just as the red-robed monk's sword was about to touch his (shēn) body, he suddenly turned, and Shang (shēn) made a strange gesture in the air, his arms replaced the sword with his palms, and two clusters of spiritual power condensed towards the (xiōng) of the comer.

This red-robed monk in the late stage of refining the void saw two cold rays of light flying in, and it was too late to dodge, so he had to slightly side (shēn) and dodge the front (xiōng).

Then a "poof" sound was heard, and the monk's shoulder was shattered by Luo Yan's electric spirit fist, and his body flew back with a scream (shēn) in his mouth, breaking a stone pillar in the garden and landing in a freshly dug earth pit.

When the other red-robed monk saw it, he shouted, "I didn't see that you still have two more hits, so let me give you a ride!"

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand shook, making a piercing sound, implying killing intent, faintly having a feeling of terrifying soul, and then raising his hand to urge, the original long sword turned into three sections, flying towards the three vital parts of Luo Yan, and the blade was still wrapped in a layer of black gas, making a ghost crying wolf howl.

Luo Yan raised his eyebrows, expecting that this sword must be strange, he didn't go to the hard connection, he urged the true qi, a little on the tip of his toes, and his (shēn) body jumped more than three zhang away diagonally upward, and then flew towards the opponent's (shēn), and put his index finger and middle finger together in the air, aiming at the back of the red-robed monk's head.

The Golden Sword Spirit Finger, which fused the way of speed and the way of wind, was much faster than before, and the monks below were affected by the whirlwind he rolled up, and their feet froze, and when they felt the cold light coming, they couldn't dodge, and their entire head was shattered by this blow, and their bodies fell like puppets.

This series of actions was completed by Luo Yan like flowing water, and after killing the red-robed monk, his (shēn) body fell to the ground.

Seeing that one was dead and one seriously injured in the blink of an eye, several other monks in the refining period were no longer greedy for merit, and rushed up together, and the five of them each held a magic weapon, emitting colorful light, and poured down towards Luo Yan.

As soon as Luo Yan urged the mana, a condensed spiritual power appeared in front of (shēn), and its body size was larger than the main body, and all the falling light was blocked by the fraction (shēn), and then it exploded with a bang, throwing the five red-robed monks around.

When the red robe stood up again one by one, there was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of injuries in the first moment.

Luo Yan glanced at it, raised his hand to the monk closest to him, and the pure spiritual power was sucked from the monk (shēn), and it continued to enter Luo Yan's body, and the long siphon quickly filled up the debt of true qi.