When Duanmu Chang handed over the five black stones to Yingtian, Yingtian couldn't help but sigh: it seemed that he had an extremely close relationship with this Danzong, and the people he met, such as Ouyang Zi and Duanmu Chang, were willing to help him, and he couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of fate.

The word fate is magical, some people can become close friends in a few words when they meet for the first time, while some people will draw their swords when they meet for the first time.

Yingtian naturally won't be polite, he is bound to get this black stone, and Duanmu Chang is a little better in his impression.

Duanmu Chang looked at those ancient unilateral parties excitedly, and couldn't help but pat his thighs when he read the wonders, and praised the magic of the ancient unilateral side again and again.

"I really don't know why the ancients had such a wonderful idea to be able to fuse several elixirs with similar medicinal powers! ”

"Could it be that the ancients are all smarter than us, otherwise why would no one be able to make such a magical pill today?" Duanmu Chang sighed again and again, "Even the secret techniques of the exercises are the same, the more ancient they are, the more powerful they are!"

There is no difference between the ancients and the present. It's just that the ancients were more focused and dedicated than most of us today. Day after day, year after year, they have honed their skills, concentrated their efforts, kept improving, and pursued the ultimate! Their patience, their persistence, and their perseverance and tenacity for decades are far beyond our comparison!"

"Those ancient unilateral and ancient secret techniques are all carefully carved by the ancients over tens of thousands of years and generation after generation, making them reach the pinnacle and tend to perfection!"

"But nowadays, most cultivators are impetuous in temperament, and they only want to improve their cultivation and plunder resources. When they see a higher-level spell, they will discard the spell they have cultivated for many years and abandon it. In fact, no matter how ordinary a spell is, in the hands of the ancients, it will emit a power beyond ordinary people. ”

"It's just because they understand the essence of that spell, they have studied it deep enough and thoroughly, and even improved it into the most suitable secret technique for their own use! And this improvement has no limit, in their hands, ordinary spells will become god-level secret skills!"

Ying Tian's eyes were full of wonder at this moment, and he recalled some of the high-ranking hermits he had met in his eighty years of experience in that black prison, and he faintly felt something.

Duanmu Chang and the three of them were dumbfounded when they heard this, as if they had been ignited by a master, and fell into a state of epiphany.

"That's right! I Duanmu Chang only wanted to refine a higher-level elixir, but I never thought about the essence of that elixir. For example, my 'Mushroom Divine Pill', I also made it by mistake, and I didn't even try to understand why it could burst out with such powerful destructive power!"

"Tracing back to the roots, striving for perfection, and pursuing the ultimate are the avenues of Dan Dao!" Duanmu Chang was shocked, and his Dan Dao seemed to have improved one level!

Duanmu Chang immediately bowed to Yingtian: "Thank you Brother Ying, I Duanmu has been taught!

Yingtian stared ahead, and said in a deep voice: "This is the 'craftsman spirit'!"

Duanmu Chang and the three of them were shocked, silently realizing the "craftsman spirit" that Yingtian said, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Yingtian was secretly ashamed at the moment. It's just that he has too many inheritances and secrets, but none of them are proficient. Ouyang Zi's Dan Dao inheritance was too cumbersome for him, so he didn't bother to look at it at all. The Ancient Sword Sect's "Three Realms of Sword Cultivation", at present, he has not even stepped into the first realm. As for the immeasurable Zen sutras of the ascetics, he hadn't used them for a long time.

Not to mention the others, the pupil of the black prison and the ancient book of Yi are only the most superficial layer of understanding.

The only thing that can be done is the self-created supernatural power "Bright Moon on the Sea".

Yingtian sighed, sometimes he gets too many good things instead of good things, if he devotes himself to studying the way of the sword from beginning to end, he will be able to comprehend the "Three Realms of Sword Cultivation" and step into the door of Sword Cultivation.

Yingtian secretly made up his mind that after the end of this secret realm, he must retreat and cultivate.

At this time, it is not necessary to worry too much, Yingtian looked at the current strange black sword, he already has eighty percent of the sword body, and if he wants to come to the rest of the black stones, it must be in the hands of those Middle Earth Tianjiao!

Therefore, the three disciples of Yingtian and Danzong slowly rushed towards the center of the secret realm.

In the middle of the secret realm, there is a stone monument as high as a hundred zhang, and there is a faint white vortex on the stone tablet.

At this moment, there were very few monks gathered around the stone monument, and only a few dozen of the hundreds of contestants survived now. Among these dozens of people, all of them are extraordinary, but most of them are monks from the Middle-earth world, and the monks of the Kingdom of Light are only five people led by Erdolph.

And none of those cultivator realm guards appeared.

Just as all the monks approached the stele, a loud voice came from the stele:

"With a hundred inheritance seals, you can enter the second layer of the secret realm!"

"With five hundred inheritance seals, you can enter the third layer of the secret realm!"

"With a thousand inheritance seals, you can enter the fourth layer of the secret realm!"

"The countdown is six hours, and those who meet the conditions can enter their respective secret realms from the stone tablet. Those with less than 100 pieces will be expelled from the Inheritance Secret Realm!"

Everyone was in an uproar, it turned out that this was arranged to go to different secret realm layers according to the different numbers of inheritance marks. Isn't there a different reward for these different layers of secret realms?

The higher the secret realm, the greater its creation!

However, most people only have more than 100 inheritance marks, and some people have less than 100 them. At this moment, everyone was vigilant, looked at each other, and slowly widened the distance between them.

If you want to go to a higher level of secret realm, the only way at the moment is naturally to snatch the mark from the hands of others!

Yingtian, who was standing in the distance, frowned, among the dozens of people present, many of them had sensed the existence of the strange black stone, but there were so many people at the scene, how could he make a move?

It's just that as soon as the rules of this stone tablet appeared, no one dared to break into the stone tablet, but stared at those monks who were weaker than their own cultivation!

Human nature is greedy, and if there is a chance to get more inheritance marks and obtain stronger creation, who will give up?

A scuffle, about to break out!

Seeing that everyone was still deadlocked, Ying Tian suddenly thought of something, smiled slightly, secretly stimulated a few spiritual powers, and struck towards several people!

When the monks saw that someone was moving, they all took out their weapons and killed their targets, and the roar sounded everywhere, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

Ying Tian quietly approached the battlefield at this moment, and used the breathing technique to transform into a bearded man, the black prison pupil in his left eye rotated slightly, and instantly appeared next to a monk, and with a hook of his hand, he took off the storage bag on his body.

Before the monk could react, Yingtian's figure had disappeared.

"Ahh

Gradually, many of the monks in the scuffle realized that their storage bags had been stolen by one person.

"Which bastard stole Lao Tzu's storage bag?"

"Bastard! Lao Tzu's storage bag is gone!"

"Stop fighting!" There is a bearded man in our midst, who has stolen a lot of people's storage bags!"

When the monks heard this, they all pulled away and stopped.

Yingtian took out the strange black stones in those storage bags, and was about to sneak away, but found that everyone suddenly stopped fighting, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"See, it's in the right corner!" a monk roared, swooping down on Yingtian.

"Thief, return my storage bag!" When the monks heard this, they roared angrily, and dozens of people used all kinds of spells, all of which struck at Yingtian.

Yingtian was startled, this offended the anger of the public, he couldn't catch so many spell attacks. Hurriedly took out all the storage bags from his arms and spilled them all over the sky.

"You poor sour, you don't have a few spirit stones! The old man doesn't want it, I'll give it all back to you!" Yingtian roared, and hurriedly fled as quickly as possible, burrowing into the depths of the dense forest.

Fortunately, all the monks stopped and threw themselves at their storage bags, but many monks grabbed several storage bags and hid them in their arms, and the scene suddenly became even more chaotic.

"Dog's day's stuff, that's Lao Tzu's storage bag, give it back to Lao Tzu!" one of the monks roared, biting the tip of his tongue and squirting a mouthful of blood at his weapon!

In order to snatch the storage bag, everyone began to burn essence blood!