The first thing he did when he appeared in the hole was to pick up the storage bag and check it. The evil cultivator surnamed Wang has a lot of money, 20,000 medium-grade spirit stones, two high-grade spirit stones, plus scattered sundries, about 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

This is considered a lot of wealth in casual cultivation, no wonder it will be hated by the surname Chen, and if you open another bag with your clothes, the situation inside is not very good. "Twenty medium-grade spirit stones, none of the sundries, where did you go to participate in a big gambling game and lose everything?"

Fu Yi simply admires this monk surnamed Chen, who is so poor that he doesn't hurry up to earn spirit stones, and he has the heart to trick people into coming to feed the puppets in this place where birds don't lay eggs. "This is thinking of sharpening the knife and not making a mistake for the woodcutter, this knife is not as sharpened as you......" Fuyi rolled his eyes at his corpse, and a wisp of fire popped up, burning the two of them to black ashes.

"Huh?" The two corpses were burned with the robes and defensive magic weapons they had confessed, except for the red-eyed and black-haired crown on the head of the surnamed Chen, which was not only intact, but also did not have a trace of the breath of confession, and if you looked closely, there was no trace of evil spirit. "What a weird thing. ”

The magic weapon after being recognized is often very damaged, so the clothes have always been disliked to pull down and sell the spirit stone, and it can't be sold much, and the material is not a rare thing, so it is better to destroy it together to save trouble.

This hair crown was obviously recognized before the master, if it weren't for this, it would not take the initiative to form an evil qi shield to resist the miasma, nor would it form a long Jiao to open the way when it was activated. Just now, the surname Chen used it with a strong evil aura, and now that a person is dead, the magic weapon actually does not have the slightest evil aura, which is really unusual.

Fu Yi carefully wrapped the hair crown with spiritual power, and still entered the storage ring to check it after going out, the most important thing at the moment was to destroy the formation, she would not procrastinate like the surname Chen.

Having destroyed the same formation, this time he started more quickly, and Fu Yi quickly found the center of the formation with his spiritual power, and the sword condensation technique out of thin air was once again exerted to the extreme.

At the moment when the center was destroyed, ninety-eight blood puppets fell to the ground one after another and turned into blood and water, and the remaining one main puppet was also split into the ground by the air by the clothes, and soon fused with the blood and water and disappeared.

A wisp of fire popped out of the clothes and burned the hole in the ground for a while, there was not much ventilation here, and the fire quickly weakened, but fortunately, the yin and evil aura disappeared completely, and the formation base was also destroyed, even the most powerful Yuanying monk could not restore it.

The Breeze activated the aura shield on the suit to burrow into the top, pulling it up the mire with difficulty for a while, and finally returning to the top of the swamp after half an hour.

The remnants of the enchantment aura are still there, and the clothes can't be destroyed and they don't plan to find a way to destroy it, as long as the formation in the Doom Crossing Domain is destroyed, Cheng Lianyu's Yuan Ying will definitely be killed, and the enchantment will naturally not exist at that time.

She quickly left the swamp in the mist, flying unhurriedly in the direction of Wolong Valley, and when she rose to a deserted sky, Fuyi couldn't help but take out the red-eyed black Jiao hair crown and observe it in her hand, and after a closer look, she found that the inside of the hair crown was actually the formation rune of the ancient period.

"It's been so long, and I don't know where that person was found, and I don't know if I'm lucky. "According to the habits of today's monks, if they find something from the Middle Ages or Ancient Ages, even if it is just a jade slip, they will carefully treasure it in a storage bag and dare not take it out easily.

The evil cultivator surnamed Chen has been wearing this object on the top of his head, and he must not recognize that this object comes from ancient times, so the source is likely to be a robbery or leakage, not an exploration in a certain place.

Holding an ancient object has not attracted anyone's attention, it seems that the hair crown has the effect of hiding the aura independently, otherwise it will definitely be impossible to hold it with his strength.

There was no in-depth study of the runes in the whisk clothes, and it was impossible to discern the true purpose of this object except for the most basic and stable formations. "It can both defend and attack, but the power of defense and attack is not very strong, and it seems that the main effect is not these two. ”

The hair crown can be regarded as a third-order super-grade magic weapon according to the spiritual breath, but from the perspective of materials and uses, it may be far more than that, and the things that can be handed down from ancient times to the present day have undergone great catastrophes and countless changes of hands, and the third-order super-grade magic weapon cannot do this.

"It seems that there is still a space formation, but things can't fit in......"

Through Qiankun's comprehension of the power of space, Fuyi's perception of space power is much stronger than in his previous life, and even if he can't sense spatial fluctuations, he can more or less distinguish similar breaths.

There was a faint hint of spatial power in the hair crown, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't fit things into it, and she couldn't use her divine sense to see the void space inside.

Fu Yi thought about it, injected a trace of spiritual power into it and tried to stimulate the red-eyed black Jiao, but after trying, there was no reaction at all, and the spiritual power couldn't get in at all.

"Do you have to confess the Lord before you can use it? "Fu Yi doesn't have a good impression of this thing, it stands to reason that she has an ancient thing, she should be happy from the bottom of her heart, but she just can't give birth to the slightest joy.

This is considered a kind of spiritual sense, and he carefully put the things back into the storage ring, planning to show them to the senior brothers and sisters who have inherited memories in the future.

When I arrived in Wolong Valley, it was late at night, and the soft light of the sun was sprinkled in the black mist of the mountain, much brighter than the gray day, and I saw a team of monks walking in the valley from afar, and the breath observed by the divine sense was all foundation, and a team of ten people in total.

These monks have different breaths on their bodies, including Dharma cultivation, sword cultivation, sword cultivation, Buddha cultivation, and even two tall and strong monks like body cultivation. They were also dressed differently, and they were by no means from the same clan or power.

"There are two people in each lane, and it's definitely not a random team. The mist slowly descended and followed them far behind, she had no malicious intent, let alone stepped forward to disrupt other people's plans, just to secretly observe what they were looking for.

The team was all the reticent type, and no one said anything more than the occasional "no one is ahead", "no one is following", "everything is normal" and the like.

Their divine senses were all out of the way, and they couldn't spare any effort to transmit the sound, and after confirming this, Fu Yi was even more curious, what kind of mysterious heart moved to be so cautious, and even didn't say a word in this seemingly uninhabited place.

After going deep into the valley, the Taiyin light gradually disappeared, and there were black ridges overhead and in all directions, which made this group of foundation-building monks who had gone deep into the darkness a little suffocated.

"It's almost there. "At the forefront was a young sword cultivator, who looked to be in his early twenties, and like the nine people behind him, he had built a perfect foundation. He gave a reminder and quickened his pace to move on, and when he reached the foot of a mountain full of natural grottoes, he suddenly disappeared.

Fu Yi didn't see how he disappeared at all, but seeing that his companions behind him did not panic at all, and disappeared one by one, they knew that this grotto was their destination.