The five masters stood alone in the void, looking at a dark crack not far away, their faces a little solemn.

This was already the third spatial rift he had encountered, and if he hadn't been cautious, he would have almost fallen into the second rift. The crack appeared out of thin air, and he almost brushed the edge of the crack, and now he felt a chill in his forearm.

The dark and gloomy crack, like the eyes of a Nether Behemoth, stared coldly at the person who appeared in the void.

A streamer of light passed in front of the five masters, and flew right into the crack. The streamer underwent a strange change, and the place where it first touched the crack became dark, as if the light there was swallowed up by the crack, and then the streamer dimmed day by day. Until the streamer disappeared, the five masters didn't see what kind of treasure was wrapped in the streamer.

After staring at the crack for a long time, the five masters left.

Zhang Jiu stepped out, his expression excited. The connection between the divine soul and the divine consciousness became somewhat clear, and he vaguely felt the general direction of the divine consciousness. Although it may seem far away, there is hope. In that direction, he walked over.

Hmph, a streamer flashed, Zhang Jiu reached out to grab it, but only touched the tail of the streamer, and the streamer disappeared after half a breath.

Looking at the place where the streamer disappeared, Zhang Jiu thought thoughtfully.

At this moment, a wave came, and he looked up to see an old man with a disheveled hair wielding an iron rod.

"Thunder, disease!" the old man snorted.

With this low shout, thunder flashed on the iron rod. The old man held the iron rod and pointed to a streamer of light.

The streamer suddenly shifted and flew towards the iron rod.

The old man took off the iron rod, and the iron rod spun on its own in the void.

The streamer soon arrived at the iron rod and began to spin with it. At a certain moment, I heard a click, and the iron rod broke, and all the thunder on the stick poured into the streamer. Then the streamer stopped spinning and floated silently in the void.

The old man stepped forward, grabbed the streamer, the light dispersed in his hand, and after a few breaths, a cyan long sword appeared in the old man's hand.

With a happy face, the old man took his sword and left the place, leaving the broken iron rod floating aside.

'What kind of method is this to collect treasures?' Chen Mengsheng's voice sounded, sounding a little surprised.

'Soul Swallowing, a method of sacrificing low-level treasures for high-level treasures. Zhang Jiu responded.

'Soul Swallower?'

This method is not unusual, it was discovered at the last Treasure Hunt. This method uses low-level treasures as a guide to attract high-level treasures, and through the treasures 'devouring spirits', so as to collect high-level treasures. Treasure Swallowing Spirit is just a saying, it is rumored that only psychic magic weapons have spiritual meaning, and some magic weapons even have machine spirits. What we are in contact with now is only spiritual weapons, and we will not produce spiritual consciousness at all. ’

However, after all, a spiritual weapon is a spiritual weapon, and there is a word "spirit", each spiritual weapon has a "spirit", and the "spirit" of a high-level spiritual weapon devouring a low-level spiritual weapon will accumulate "will" in the underworld, and once a spiritual weapon swallows enough "spirit", this spiritual weapon will produce spiritual will, thus directly promoting the psychic magic weapon. ’

'And that kind of saying?'

I've also heard from others that I didn't attend the first Treasure Hunt. ’

'Swallow Spirit, Swallow Spirit' Chen Mengsheng muttered.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiu touched his waist, and a broken spear appeared in his hand, the spear only had the head and a very short part of the handle, although it was broken, it still could not hide the demeanor of this gun. The head of the gun shines coldly, and it looks extremely sharp. The junction between the tip and the handle of the gun is dark red. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a murderous gun.

'Are you crazy?' This is also a high-level spiritual weapon. Even if you want to use the method of devouring spirits, you will also use low-level spiritual weapons, where can you use high-level spiritual weapons, isn't this more than worth the loss?' Zhang Jiu's voice sounded, sounding incredible.

Chen Mengsheng did not respond to Zhang Jiu, but manipulated Zhang Jiu's body and threw the spear into the void.

The spear floated in the void, and Zhang Jiu pinched the trick to shoot a few tricks at it, and the head of the spear was even colder. A wisp of divine consciousness emanated and attached to the spear, and a wave of evil qi immediately spread.

A streamer flashed not far from the spear, and suddenly a streamer changed direction and turned its head and flew towards the spear.

In Zhang Jiu's eyes, the streamer was getting closer and closer, and just as the streamer was about to touch the spear, Chen Mengsheng grabbed the spear, and his divine sense poured out frantically to wrap the spear, including the streamer.

Grabbing the streamer, an undetectable gray light flashed on Zhang Jiu's fingers, and then the streamer light dissipated, and a jade porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

Chen Mengsheng's soul was in shock, and Zhang Jiu's soul was so shocked that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he was surprised: "You, you didn't practice that spear to get this jade bottle?"

Chen Mengsheng still didn't speak, but just looked at the jade bottle through the eyes of Zhang Jiu's body, and his expression looked a little inexplicable.

After that, Zhang Jiu took the spear and the jade bottle and left from this place. Shortly after he left, the lame old man appeared with a strange look on his face, where he had just stood.

Zhang Jiu slowly approached the direction he felt in his heart, and at this moment, he felt several breaths, including a familiar breath.

'Liu Quan is ahead?' Zhang Jiu's voice sounded.

There were three other people. ’

'Is it their team?'

"It shouldn't be, the people who can step into this place are basically monks from the eleventh or twelfth layer of the Enlightenment, and the monks of the tenth layer of the Enlightenment rarely enter here. ’

It's strange that Liu Quan is not the kind of person who is willing to share with others. If I hadn't beaten him last time, do you think I could control Hu Ping?'

"Hehe, then go and see it first, it's time to collect interest, and I dared to fight the idea of blue eyes at the beginning." ’

Zhang Jiu walked forward, and soon saw Liu Quan and the other three.

At this time, the four of them were staring at a crack not far away, looking a little nervous.

Zhang Jiu's arrival attracted the attention of several people, and except for Liu Quan, the other three looked at him with wary eyes.

"A few fellow Daoists don't need to be nervous, this person has a good relationship with me. Liu Quan said with a smile.

"Nine masters, such a coincidence. Liu Quan said hello.

"Yes, Liu Lao is also here, what are you looking at? Could it be that there is a treasure?" Zhang Jiu said with a signature smile.

"Hehe, you're right. ”

"Huh?"

"Look. Liu Quan pointed to the crack they were staring at and said.

Zhang Jiu looked over, the crack was dark and secluded, and there seemed to be nothing strange about it.

"What's so strange about this spatial rift?" Zhang Jiu wondered.

"Look closely and compare this crack with the others. Liu Quan said.

Zhang Jiu looked at the crack again, looking at other cracks from time to time, and suddenly, his expression became strange.