Wang Mo looked around the surrounding environment and found that there were many medicinal herbs that exuded a strong vitality, and they were obviously quite old. Eyes swept over the mansion, is to walk towards it, everyone saw his figure, but also hurriedly followed, after all, now is not the time to sigh, or check, it is obviously the former owner of this place, what is left is the most important thing, just thinking about them to be able to get a collection of a Sect Master of Yudan, it is an exciting thing.

In the small courtyard, there are only three doors side by side, and in the center of the most conspicuous courtyard, there is a fruit tree hanging with dozens of fruits that emit a light blue light, and there is a stone table under the tree, and there are stone benches around it. Ning Youhua, who had been relatively calm since entering here, couldn't help but cover his mouth lightly, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation: "Lan Yingguo!"

After Ning Youhua's explanation, Wang Mo knew that this was the main medicine for refining Yunmai Pill, thinking that Wang Mo was in the Huang family, Huang Dingwen made a great determination to repay Wang Mo for saving his daughter, and he also made a great determination to take out such a one, or the family has treasured it for many years, Wang Mo also knew at this time that the preciousness of the pill at that moment, as long as it is not a fatal injury, swallowed below the sixfold, there will be no aftermath, of course, in addition to the fundamental injury such as the rupture of the dantian, even if it is a cultivator of more than six levels, there is a certain chance of recovery.

A few people hurriedly took out a few jade boxes, they were more prepared to enter this Tiandang Mountain, this is just in handy, Ning Youhua directly handed a jade box containing ten blue Ying fruits to Wang Mo, looked at a few people fixedly, Wang Mo put the jade box into the storage bag, he knew what everyone meant, here is what he found, even if one person monopolizes it, it is nothing, the six of them divided the rest of the Lan Ying fruit equally, but it was also a big advantage, only Shi Hua alone, seeing Ning Youhua's actions slightly pouted, but he also knew that he was a little unpopular here, and did not say anything。

As the door of the middle room opened, everyone saw that the room was spotless, as if someone was cleaning it often, but thinking of the magic of the formation, Wang Mo was not surprised, after all, his divine sense had not found any traces of life.

After entering the main hall, you will see a painting of Danqing ink painting, the landscape is in the center, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and there is an old man holding a boy at the foot of the mountain. Drawing an offering table, the incense burner has obviously not been touched for a long time, and it is full of ashes. There is nothing else. The divine consciousness leaned towards the door curtain on the right hand, but suddenly found that the divine consciousness on it had received great resistance, Wang Mo's eyes froze, and he continued to explore without impulse, after all, when he was injured by the mysterious jade slip, he still had palpitations.

stepped forward and opened the bead curtain, but he felt a huge pressure coming to his face, and it was Wang Mo who was pressed back a few steps, his eyes were full of incredulity, just a glance, he actually saw a white-haired and white-bearded old man sitting cross-legged on the bed in the back room, and the powerful pressure on his face was from his body, could it be that the master here is still alive? But it's impossible, Wang Mo, who felt a lot of pressure from the old man just now, thought in his heart, if he was alive, how could such a strong man not know that everyone had broken in?

Seeing Wang Mo suddenly retreating, several people hurriedly stepped forward to help, after all, Wang Mo was the strongest here, if there was an existence that he couldn't resist, then let alone them.

"What's going on?"

"What's the matter? Brother Wang!" everyone asked, they didn't have the strength of Wang Mo's divine sense, and they didn't see it with their own eyes, so they didn't notice the abnormality in the room just now, not to mention the existence of treasures that blocked their divine sense.

Wang Mo waved his hand, signaling everyone not to panic, took a few steps forward and took a deep breath, and reached out to open the curtain again. Everyone also followed Wang Mo's figure into the room, and when they saw the old man on the bed, Ning Youhua let out an exclamation: "Grandmaster's relic!"

Seeing Wang Mo's gaze and inquiry, Ning Youhua knew that Wang Mo was from a cultivator and didn't understand many things, so he opened his mouth to explain: " As we all know, the martial artist accepts the vitality of heaven and earth in his own body, and the powerful martial artist can change his lifespan, and the self-cultivating immortal reaches the qi refining period, which is not very obvious, but he can also live to be a hundred years old, if he is a nine-fold qi refiner, or even one hundred and fifty years old, but since entering the foundation, he has a two-hundred-year lifespan, and the Grandmaster of Jiedan has a five-hundred-year lifespan, and the legendary Yuanying Ancestor, the strong man is said to be able to live for more than a thousand years, but the Grandmaster of Jiedan, it is rare in the world, not to mention the Yuanying Ancestor, which is a legend in itself. Because of the huge amount of vitality he has received, under the vitality that does not disperse, it can make the body not rotten for many years, looking at this predecessor, it is obvious that he did not die naturally, but he died of serious injuries, looking at the situation of his physical body shrinking and a few scars, he died in the past hundred years. ”

Hearing Ning Youhua's explanation, Wang Mo nodded slightly, although he paid more attention to the knowledge of cultivators in this world in the history of sundries, but after all, there was no detailed understanding of the disciples of this sect, in fact, what Ning Youhua said was not comprehensive, and even a little one-sided, the immortal cultivators in the infancy of the world did not exist, but because of their low cultivation, their vision could not be reached, and they did not know enough, but these are later words.

"Maybe we can really get the inheritance of a grandmaster this time!" Li Qianli's tone trembled, he couldn't help but be excited, with these treasures, it was enough for several of them to enter the foundation building and sit on a two-hundred-year lifespan, maybe, when the opportunity came in the future, they would step into the realm of the elders, enjoy the blessings of the elders, and cultivate the immortal realm.

"Well, since this senior is dead, and there is an independent cave here, since no one has buried this senior, I can't say that I will leave what I have learned for future generations! Moreover, no one has been found here, and it must be a formation to cover up the breath. Fortunately, Brother Wang found the array plate, otherwise we would be in big trouble just by coming in. Thinking that it was also this senior, he felt that this place was extremely secretive, and there were no offensive and defensive formations. Ning Youhua also explained with a smile. After all, this is the inheritance of a martial saint, as a martial artist, who doesn't want to become stronger?

Since Guan Shihua saw the relics of this grandmaster, his eyes lit up, staring straight at the place where the old man was sitting cross-legged, the position of his hands. Seeing that a few people had been staring at the Grandmaster's relics and talking, but they didn't see action, they immediately took two impatient steps forward and stretched out their hands to grab the old man's hand. Seeing that the treasure was getting closer and closer, it was about to fall into his hands, and the greed in Guan Shihua's eyes was blazing, obviously imagining that the things left by this sect master were his own.

Seeing that his fingers were about to touch his body, Guan Shihua suddenly felt that on his shoulder, as if there was an extra pair of iron tongs, so that his body could no longer move, and he looked back angrily, and was about to speak, but he was thrown backwards and flew out by this big hand like iron tongs.

"Wang Mo, do you want to swallow the treasure alone?" Guan Shihua stood up in embarrassment, staring at Wang Mo's figure fiercely, as if he was going to swallow him alive.

Although several people were dissatisfied with Guan Shihua's behavior, when they saw Wang Mo throwing Guan Shihua out, even though they knew that Wang Mo would not do such a thing as monopolizing treasures, they still threw a puzzled look at Wang Mo.

Ignoring the gaze of a few people, Wang Mo came to stand still in front of the relics, clasped his hands into fists and bowed slightly to the old man, and a few people realized that Wang Mo was respecting the deceased, after all, if you want to take other people's things, why do you have to say no? Seeing this scene, Guan Shihua let out a sneer.

It's just that the next scene made a few people stunned, only to see that the remnant who was originally motionless and serene suddenly opened his eyes, and the hairs of the frightened people stood up, and they all thought in their hearts: "Is this grandmaster not dead yet?"

Just when a few people were frightened, the old man who opened his eyes exuded a great power, which made the pressure on several people increase greatly, and their legs trembled, thinking that they couldn't hold on, but this coercion quietly dissipated. A few people who didn't know what was going on were panting heavily, and they were shocked to find that there was a chill behind them, and they were actually soaked with cold sweat.

And Wang Mo was also staggering, and several people hurriedly supported him, so that he did not fall, and after coming back to his senses, looking at the six people who were in shock, Wang Mo pondered for a while, and explained what happened just now.

It turned out that after the death of this Jie Dan Grandmaster, there was actually a trace of a faint divine consciousness left, when Guan Shihua approached his remains, Wang Mo found that something was wrong, if Guan Shihua was allowed to touch the relics, it would be impossible to say that he would be impacted by this trace of divine consciousness and become an idiot, or even die directly, even if this grandmaster has been dead for nearly a hundred years, but after all, he is a strong man, even if that trace of divine consciousness is weak, it is not something that Guan Shihua, a small immortal cultivator in the Qi refining period, can bear. It is also Wang Mo's divine sense that is extremely condensed, so that he can withstand this impact, and if he is a few other people, I am afraid that there will be no good end.

Several people were shocked when they heard this, they had never experienced such a thing after all, but several people were still grateful to Wang Mo for saving their junior brother, Guan Shihua also stepped forward to apologize for his words at the beginning, just looking at his wandering eyes, he didn't know what he thought in his heart, and Wang Mo didn't say anything about it, after all, he didn't commit it to himself.

After a few people stabilized their minds, Wang Mo took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and took out a ring from the ashes that had been transformed, and after the trace of divine consciousness was consumed, the corpse was also turned into ashes in an instant, as if it had lost its support, Wang Mo's divine sense was not hindered much, and he entered the ring.

I saw that in the space of more than ten zhang in size, there were two piles of mountain-like yuan stones, which were both medium-grade yuan stones and high-grade yuan stones, and there was not even a low-grade yuan stone, and other treasures were also unknown. After a little thought, Wang Mo's divine sense withdrew from it and motioned for a few people to come out with him.