After Han Leng entered the enchantment, there was a white light in front of him, as if he had entered some special formation, and his mind was filled with a sense of dizziness, as if he was being supported to walk, and after a long time, the white light in front of him gradually dissipated, and he also arrived in a strange place.

There were no other people around who had entered with him, and after a little thought, Han Leng knew that everyone had been randomly teleported to different places by this strange formation, and after he got used to it, he began to carefully check the surrounding environment.

He was in a forest of stones, and these stones were like towering trees, covering the sky and the sun, and they were in different shapes, like royal gardens.

Han Leng quickly walked out of the stone forest and came to a plain, where the spiritual energy contained the violent element, which was not suitable for the monk to absorb, and he could only rely on the spirit stone he carried with him to replenish the mana consumed.

In the sky above this plain, there were many cracks, among which it was pitch black and deep, and a little starlight was exposed from it, Han Leng just glanced at it from a distance, and he felt chills all over his body.

"It seems that this barrier has not been repaired for thousands of years, and so many spatial rifts have appeared. Han Leng's face changed and he said that he knew this information from the memory inheritance, and the enchantment space opened up by ordinary powers was independent of the original plane, which was equivalent to establishing a small continent in other planes, and only one side was connected to the human world.

The space within the enchantment is in nothingness, and it must be baptized by the space storm, if the monk who opened the enchantment is still alive, the enchantment must be repaired every once in a while, and if it is not repaired for a long time, the enchantment space is likely to be swept into pieces by the space storm.

Ordinary monks would never dare to enter this spatial crack, but after the monks of the Yudan stage were involved, they would be ground into pulp in less than a moment.

Han Leng didn't dare to control the flying boat on this plain, but used the Wind Trick to fly close to the ground, he didn't want to enter the spatial crack because of a mistake.

After carefully crossing the plain full of spatial cracks, Han Leng felt a lot more relieved, he released the flying boat, and quickly searched for the place where the treasure might be hidden in this ruin.

The enchantment opened up by the power of the refining period, there will be no less treasures in it, at least hundreds of times more than what Xuan Lingzi left behind.

After flying for about half an hour, there was a ruin in front of Han Leng, and he drove the flying boat to land slowly and jumped off the boat.

Looking at these large-scale ruins, it is not difficult to imagine that a very majestic palace building once stood here, but it has been washed away in the long river of time and cannot see the magnificence of the past.

The red light flashed in Han Leng's hand, and he took the dragon pattern sword in his hand, and the mana was also being transferred to the sword, he looked around vigilantly, because this ruin was huge, presumably those others who entered the enchantment together would also find here.

After entering the enchantment, there are no teammates to talk about, just like that trial. Zhou Tianxiao, who is of the same sect, has long wanted to kill Han Leng and then quickly, if the two meet, there will inevitably be a vicious fight.

As for the monks of the other sects, naturally not to mention much, they are afraid that they will all have the attitude of killing their opponents when they fight.

Han Leng walked to a room that looked relatively intact, and then used his sword qi to sweep the door that had long been corrupted, but was still tightly cling, into two halves, and a cloud of dust suddenly filled the air.

Han Leng released the spiritual power wind, blowing all the dust to both sides, and uncomfortably put a layer of light spiritual power shield on his body, and then stepped into the room.

The house was a mess and covered in a thick layer of dust, which left clear footprints when stepped on, but it also showed that no one else had been to the house.

There was a table against the wall in the room, on which only a scroll of calligraphy and paintings and an incense burner were placed, Han Leng stepped forward, opened the incense burner and took a look, there was only a pile of fine incense ashes inside, there was no sign of aura on this incense burner, it seemed to be just an ordinary object.

However, this relic has a history of thousands of years, and this incense burner can be regarded as an antiquity, and if it is brought to the outside world, it can also attract many monks who like to collect it to buy it, so Han Leng knocked out the incense ash in the furnace and put the incense burner into the Qiankun bag.

After that, he picked up the scroll of calligraphy and painting on the table, and after spreading it out, he saw a black bat covered with fine hair painted on the paper, and the painting of this painting is really flattering, a bat is painted like a hungry pig, it stands to reason that such a clumsy picture scroll will not attract the attention of others at all, but Han Liang looked at this painting for a long time.

Not for anything else, just because the bat in this painting actually flapped its wings just now, Han Leng thought that he was dazzled at first, so he rubbed his eyes and stared at it carefully for a while, and found that the bat in this painting was really flapping its wings.

"It's really a god, the painting can move!" Han Leng couldn't help but exclaim, and the introduction of this painting appeared in his mind in an instant, it turned out that this was a lost technique called the secret painting technique, which only a group of spirit painters in ancient times would make it, and the image on this painting was drawn by selecting the bat essence blood, and it generally took hundreds of bats to draw a picture.

As long as the spiritual power is transmitted into the scroll, the bat in the painting will fly out of the painting to help the bearer of the scroll attack the enemy, and this bat is called the night spirit pig-nosed bat, which is also a kind of monster beast that has long been extinct.

With such a treasure, Han Leng naturally put it into his Qiankun bag unceremoniously, just as he finished taking the treasure and was about to leave, his keen sense was to detect that there were two people flying towards his position, his face changed to cover up the footprints left on the ground, and he jumped up, using the hidden qi technique to inhale all the aura emitted by himself into his body, and then he lay on a broken wall tightly, without saying a word.

Just after Han Leng hid it, the door that had been broken in half was swept in half by a burst of sword qi, turning into a pile of sawdust, and then two people rushed into the house.

The two men were dressed in purple and had a long sword embroidered on their cuffs, indicating that they were monks of the Sword Forge Gate.

I saw that the monk who looked a little older said, "Senior brother, fortunately, I gave you the concentric bell outside the barrier, so that you and I can quickly gather together." ”

If you are alone in the ruins, it is very dangerous, and these two disciples of the Sword Casting Sect actually used magic weapons that can sense each other, so that they can come together not long after entering the enchantment, but there is still a disciple of the Sword Casting Sect who has not been contacted.

After the young monk and the senior brother converged, they obviously relaxed a lot, and if the two of them were together, even if they encountered any strong enemies, they could deal with one or two.

Although the two entered the room, the older monk's mind did not seem to be searching for treasures, and after a long silence, the older monk looked at the young monk and asked, "The master called you out alone that day, is he going to pass the cigarette pestle to you?"

The young monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and after his face was cloudy for a while, he nodded and said, "That's right, the master said that he wanted to pass the cigarette pestle to me, and I told the master that the senior brother is more capable of obtaining this spiritual weapon than me, but..."

Before he finished speaking, the elder monk waved his hand and interrupted: "Master is right, your qualifications are much better than mine, you are already a cultivator in the later stage of foundation building at a young age, and your senior brother and I have just built a foundation when I am as old as you." ”

Although he said this in his mouth, he was very annoyed in his heart, he had been cultivating with his master since he was a child, and he had been practicing with his master and apprentice for thirty years, and he was doing his best to do everything his master commanded, what was the purpose of his doing this? Isn't it all for the sake of that middle-level spiritual weapon? Now it's good, this middle-level spiritual weapon is going to be passed on to a disciple who has been newly accepted for less than a year, doesn't he just have a heavenly spiritual root, and he can actually let the master give up thirty years of master-apprentice love.

The young monk was obviously not deeply involved in the world, and when he heard that his senior brother understood the righteousness so deeply, he still admired his senior brother in his heart, and felt more and more that he had done too much to intercede for his senior brother at the master's place.

"Senior brother doesn't have to be humble, there are not many monks who can break through the late stage of foundation building at your age, and senior brother wishes senior brother to produce a golden pill as soon as possible, so that he can better protect me in the future." The young monk said with a smile, when he first came to the Sword Casting Gate, his senior brother took great care of him, so in the past year, he had long regarded his senior brother as the closest person besides the master.

The older monk looked at the smiling face of the young monk, and couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face, my good junior brother! How good would it be if you weren't for the Heavenly Spirit Root, I would have been able to protect you all the time after I got the cigarette pestle, but why are you the Heavenly Spirit Root, you are so dazzling, the master can only see your brilliance, and treat me as dust.

As soon as he thought of this, the elder monk's eyes showed a hint of viciousness, and he pretended to look for treasures at this time, and after finding that there were no treasures in the house, he casually pointed to the wall and shouted: "There are people on the wall, you go up and take a look!"

What the young monk said to his senior brother was to obey his words, and he flew up without thinking about it, and it was a coincidence that the wall that the monk was pointing to was exactly the side where Han Leng was hiding.

Han Leng was taken aback, could it be that my Hidden Qi Technique had regressed? How did he find out about me? Just as he was thinking, the young monk had already jumped onto the wall, and when he saw Han Leng clearly, he just wanted to sacrifice the magic weapon to prepare for the attack, and when Han Leng also released the spiritual power shield to prepare for defense, a sudden change occurred.

I saw that the young monk's face suddenly changed, and a red light pierced through his heart, and his eyes were full of incredulity and anger, and then his eyes were dilated, and the corpse fell to the ground fiercely.

It turned out that the old monk secretly attacked and killed the young monk from behind, and after killing the young monk, the old monk's eyes were also slightly red, and his mouth was full of helplessness: "Senior brother... Senior brother, I'm sorry for you, but if you don't die, the chimney will never come into my hands, I still have a big revenge to revenge, I must have a chimney pestle, you must not blame me, after I finish the revenge, I will go down to find you. ”

It is really chilling that the senior brothers are fighting each other, and the root of all this is just because of a spiritual weapon.

Han Leng was taken aback, and released the spiritual power shield, this fluctuation was naturally sensed by the elder monk, after he simply disposed of the corpse of his junior brother, he just looked at the wall and said loudly: "Daoist friends don't need to be hiding, come out and see it." ”

Han Leng sighed secretly and jumped off the wall.

When the elder monk saw that the hidden person was only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of murderous intent, he naturally didn't want to be known by outsiders about the slaughter of his fellow sect just now.

"Daoyou is angry, I will never spread the word about today's incident!" Han Leng is a little slippery, he knows what the consequences should be if he sees something he shouldn't see today, he also knows it, and he won't be tempting to say this, in case this person softens his heart and lets him go.

But the facts show that if you can brutally kill the people of the same sect, you will be even more ruthless to outsiders, and you can only see that the old monk sacrificed the magic weapon without saying a word.

A crimital crescent moon scimitar with a red glow was held in his hand, and the red fire attribute mana was constantly instilled on the scimitar, making the knife all over the body on fire, and it looked very demonic.

Seeing this, Han Leng no longer had a fluke mentality, he also took the dragon pattern sword in his hand, and the golden mana instantly filled the sword body, and after the top-level magic weapon absorbed the mana, the fluctuations emitted were actually comparable to the scimitar.

When the elder monk saw this scene, his eyes showed greed, and although the top-level magic weapon was not as precious as the spiritual weapon, it was also much better than the ordinary magic weapon.

I saw that the elder monk pushed the scimitar forward, and suddenly an arc of fire flew out from the blade, heading straight for Han Lengmian's door.

The speed of the fire arc was extremely fast, and he didn't give Han Leng time to react at all, so he had to block the dragon pattern sword in front of him, and after increasing the mana output, he condensed a golden barrier, and the fire arc instantly hit the barrier, and the huge momentum made Han Leng take a few steps back unsteadily, and the fire arc also disappeared into sparks with a snap after this rush.

Han Leng took a look at the dragon pattern sword, and saw that there was an extra blackened mark on it, and he wiped it with a light touch of his fingers, erasing the black marks that were still slightly hot.