When Beihe killed Ji Wuya, it fell into the black bead beside him, and the spirit of the alien monk showed a rare hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and then it closed its eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with it.

For this scene, Beihe naturally did not notice.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was extremely vigilant inside, watching every move around him.

An old monster like Ji Wuya, who has lived for countless years, may not be so easy to completely kill the other party.

However, Beihe was obviously too worried, Ji Wuya was able to survive with a remnant soul for so many years, and he was already at the end of the crossbow, and the palm thunder he used just now completely knocked this person away.

After dozens of breaths, Beihe breathed a sigh of relief.

The divine consciousness he had probed slowly retracted, and his eyes showed a hint of joy for the rest of his life.

Ji Wuya is very likely to be an ancient martial artist in the realm of the Martial King, even if this kind of person only has a remnant soul left, it is not something that ordinary people can easily deal with.

Being able to kill this person can be said to be a great luck.

At this time, Beihe swept around and found him sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the pool.

Because the palm thunder he activated earlier had evaporated all the plasma in the pool, the pool was empty at the moment.

But it was not entirely correct to say that it was empty, because Beihe noticed that where he sat cross-legged, there were three intricate lines.

These three lines are round, the size of a human head, and look like formation patterns.

Beihe stood up and looked down at the three round spirit patterns, revealing a thoughtful look.

For some reason, he always felt that these three spiritual patterns the size of a human head had a familiar feeling.

After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that this should be the formation pattern of the ancient martial monk. Back then, he searched Xing Jun's sea of knowledge, so he had some understanding of some of the inheritances of the ancient martial monks.

As soon as he thought of this, he showed a touch of joy.

Although Ji Wuya only had the body of a divine soul left, over the years, this person had devoured the essence blood of hundreds of monks, and there must have been a lot of treasures on these monks. This person can't leave the pool, so the treasures on these monks should be in the pool.

Bei He agitated the true qi in his body and flicked his fingers at one of the formations under his feet.

"Whew!"

I saw a cluster of true qi the size of a candle flame hitting this mass of formation.

In the next breath, I saw that the light of this formation pattern was shining, and it became even a little dazzling, and then a spatial fluctuation emanated.

Bei He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, and then he saw the formation below slowly spinning.

I saw that his five fingers stretched out, and he bent down to grasp the bright formation, and then his entire arm was lost in it, and from a distance, it seemed to be poking into the ground.

Then Beihe, who was like fishing in troubled waters, seemed to have caught something, his eyes flashed, and his arm suddenly pulled out.

As the formation was extinguished, there was already something more in Beihe's hands.

It was an emerald green gourd, the size of a palm, but it was quite heavy. Not only that, but there is also a clear blue light flashing on the surface of this object, which is not ordinary at first glance.

Beihe's expression moved, not knowing what this thing was.

After a little thought, I saw him peel off the gourd stopper. But under his hard work, he didn't move.

Beihe immediately thought of something, only to see that he encouraged the true qi in his body and injected it into the gourd in his hand.

In the next breath, the blue light on the surface of this thing bloomed, and after another pick-up, this thing was finally opened by him.

This gourd was obviously an ancient martial arts weapon, but just like the formation under his feet, it was not forbidden by Ji Wuya, otherwise he would not have been able to open it so easily.

Come to think of it, Ji Wuya is an ancient martial monk, and the means he uses can only be opened by an ancient martial monk, and in Ji Wuya's opinion, on this cultivation continent, there is no ancient martial monk at all, so it makes no difference whether there is a ban or not.

In addition to Beihe, if he was a person else, even if he had a cultivation in the Yudan period, most of them would not be able to open the formation pattern under his feet and the gourd in his hand.

After opening the gourd in his hand, Beihe was immediately shocked.

Because from the mouth of the gourd, a strange fragrance wafted out.

When this fragrance was inhaled into his body, he felt that his limbs were incomparably clear, and he could also sense that his cultivation seemed to be slowly growing.

Surprised, he looked into the gourd.

Then he saw a milky white crystal liquid flowing inside the gourd.

Beihe's pupils shrank, and he had already guessed what this thing was.

This should be the spiritual milk in Ji Wuya's mouth, and it is also the spiritual liquid in the spiritual washing pool that can be irrigated and cultivated.

Beihe chuckled, Ji Wuya was able to occupy this Wang Washing Spirit Pool, and there must be some of these things. Now that this person has fallen, this thing naturally belongs to him.

Soaking in the Spirit Washing Pool can allow one's cultivation to continue to improve without any side effects, so relying on this thing in the gourd, Beihe should be able to easily break through to the late stage of Huayuan, or even the Yudan stage.

When he thought of this, he was overjoyed.

Sealing the gourd stopper and putting it into the storage bag, Beihe looked at the other two formations under his feet, and his eyes showed a hint of excitement.

This feeling of killing a number of treasures made him extremely enjoyable and even immersed in it.

I saw that he concocted it according to the law, and once again hit one of the formations, and struck out with a true qi.

Then the formation pattern under his feet brightened, and Bei He moved extremely quickly, and his arm reached into the formation.

In the next breath, he caught something and jerked it back.

Just hearing the sound of clattering, dozens or hundreds of storage bags were piled up on the ground at the bottom of the pool.

After seeing this scene, Beihe's eyes were full of shock. Even because of the excitement, the heart was pounding.

He grabbed one of them, and the mana agitation poured into it.

"Huh?"

Then he frowned. Because in the storage bag, it turned out to be empty.

Surprised, he grabbed the other one again and injected it with mana.

Like the previous storage bag, it was empty.

Bei He's expression changed slightly, and then he picked up the third storage bag, and when his mana was injected into it, he saw that his face was completely gloomy.

Next, he counted the storage bags one by one.

It wasn't until Beihe went through all the storage bags in his hands that he stopped. At this moment, he looked thoughtful.

All but one of these storage bags was empty, with the exception of one of them, which had a layer of forbidden fluctuations.

Beihe broke the prohibition on the storage bag and found that there were a lot of things in the storage bag, in addition to spirit stones, there were also some materials, as well as pills, magic weapons and other things.

From these treasures, he deduced that the owner of this storage bag should be the round-faced fat man who had exploded in the blood pool before.

Hundreds of people died in Ji Wuya's hands, even if Ji Wuya had a way to open the storage bag, but many of the treasures in it should be of no use to this person, after all, this person was an ancient martial monk.

Taking a step back, even if Ji Wuya uses these things, there will not be nothing left, and there should be traces to follow.

Beihe couldn't help but think that it could be that after this person killed those monks, he handed over many treasures in the storage bag to the two shape-shifting spirit beasts he kept in captivity.

Although he didn't need most of the monk's treasures, the two shape-shifting spirit beasts were not.

Of course, this is just his speculation, and it is not known exactly how. Beihe always felt that there was something strange in this matter.

In the end, he hung the storage bag of the round-faced fat man on his waist, and slowly counted it in the future.

As for the pile of storage bags on the ground, he didn't have much interest.

So he looked at the third formation and flicked his fingers.

When the true qi was submerged in it, Beihe bowed down, and his entire arm probed into the formation.

"Shhh

Then I saw him take a breath of cold air, and pulled his hand back like a snake and scorpion.

Beihe staggered back two steps, looking at the radiant array in front of him, revealing a look of obvious horror.

He had caught a human head before.

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Chapter 330: Shubao