Mo withdrew his arm without embarrassment, turned to look back at the three people with some expectation, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "The red mang can pass through directly, and there is no danger on the other side." ”

When the three of them heard this, their eyes couldn't help but flash a relaxed look.

Went all the way hard, and at the last moment, Fang Zhengyuan was hit with all the strength of the Jindan period monk, and everyone was really afraid that the relics of Tianhuo Zhenren would be destroyed with one blow, and they were still overjoyed after a heavy loss.

Mo turned around and continued to remove the rubble, and as the rubble was cleared, the red glow gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After the gravel was completely removed, it was condensed by Chen San into a passage-like end, which was a cloud of red mangs blocking the end of the passage.

Mo Chengji immediately stepped out and stepped into the red mang, and then Chen San and the others followed without hesitation.

As a mouthful of scorching breath was inhaled into the chest, before it could be spit out, a burst of light in front of the four of them had already crossed the red glow.

A round stone slab hung in the air, and on the stone slab with a radius of ten zhang, there was nothing else except a bed, a table, and two chairs, and outside was the strange red light that wrapped all the items in the stone slab.

After Chen San and the others crossed the red mang, they saw all kinds of things.

Soon, after a few hurried glances, everyone's eyes fell on the only stone bed in this small space.

Dressed in a blue and white brocade robe, with his hands on his abdomen, the dried corpse with withered skin on the exposed skin seemed to lie quietly and peacefully on the stone bed.

The four of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the unconcealable joy in each other's eyes.

After Mo Zhiji took a closer look at the dried corpse, he raised his head and glanced around again.

Soon, Mo Zhiji retracted his gaze, looked at Chen Sansan, who was also scanning around, and said: "According to Mo's inference, this red mang-space is the treasure of the town gate of the Yanglong Sect back then, and the Yanglong Emperor's fire bead combined with the formation carved on the stone slab under his feet can go through thousands of years, and it can also play a role similar to that of the phantom array." ”

Everyone looked down at Mo Zhide's gaze, only to find that in the stone slab with a thin layer of dust, a hollow front was scattered and winding in all directions, until it reached the edge of the stone slab.

Everyone looked back, and followed the line at the edge of the stone slab to find the stone table in the middle of the stone slab, a dark red crystal bead the size of a tail finger was dimly set in the middle of the stone table, and countless small hollow lines were crawling out from here.

"I didn't expect that this extremely chicken rib could only improve the holder's fire attribute spell a little, but because it was left by the first generation of Yanglong Master of the Yanglong Sect, the Yanglong Emperor Fire Bead, which was the treasure of the town, would have such an effect. However, if this bead is like this and has no other effect, it is still a chicken rib. Mo Zhiji continued.

Everyone nodded.

This bead is combined with the countless complicated and mysterious formations on the ground to outline and arrange the magic circle, in order to form this strange space now, which seems to be extremely powerful, but in fact, for everyone, it is indeed as Mo Chengji said, chicken ribs.

Not to mention whether everyone will have this complicated magic circle, even if they do, arranging such a space can only be used as a cultivation cave, and it is really not of much use in ordinary times.

If it is used as a magic circle for escape and concealment, depending on the complexity of the magic circle in front of them, everyone asks themselves how skillful they are in the arrangement of this magic circle, and they also know that it can not be completed overnight, and by then they have already fought with the enemy they are looking for.

Learn the way of arranging the array, find a simpler magic circle to cooperate with this treasure, so that this treasure can be used to arrange the cave mansion in ordinary times, and can be arranged for hiding the formation in times of crisis?

The four of them are not people with dull qualifications, and they can go extremely far on the way of cultivation, so naturally they will not waste time on the formation that ordinary monks will only learn if they think their qualifications are not good.

Liu Qian and Liu Wenfeng can bring this treasure back to the sect, and let the sect use this treasure to set up a secret place for the sect.

It's just that the two of them really wanted this treasure, and the people who knew that this treasure had a great effect on the sect naturally greatly reduced the distribution of other treasures.

Compared with the treasures that the sect might give, Liu Qian and the others cared more about the Tianhuo real treasure in front of them.

The so-called sense of belonging to the sect, ordinary disciples are actually based on the master or brother, and for the unattainable elders or heads of the sect on weekdays, it can be said that they are not much different from strangers.

If the treasure offered can benefit the master or a familiar brother, and the treasure that is given will not cause him to lose too much, the disciple who occasionally obtains the treasure may be able to offer the treasure.

If there is too much difference between the treasures given by the sect and the treasures they offer, these disciples would rather enjoy them alone or share them with their masters and brothers than offer the treasures they have received to the sect. Let's do it

Everyone's eyes retracted, and they walked towards the dried corpse lying on the stone bed, which was most likely the remains of Tianhuo real people.

After a careful probing of the divine sense, Mo Zhiji gently removed the hands of the dry corpse and took a storage bag from the waist of the dry corpse.

The divine sense penetrated, and after a while, Mo Zhiji said with a happy face: "Tianhuo Zhenren, this corpse is indeed a fallen Tianhuo Zhenren. ”

Hearing this, as immortal cultivators, they should always be vigilant to keep their minds at peace, and try not to be disturbed by external objects, the two women immediately jumped to their feet and cheered, and even Chen San laughed loudly and cheered again and again.

After everyone calmed down, Mo Zhiji instructed Liu Wenfeng to go out and recall Wu Yue and the others, while he poured the items in the storage bag on the table and studied them one by one with Chen San and Liu Qian.

Looking at the jade treasures on the stone table, Wu Yue and the three of them who came with Liu Wenfeng, even though they had already prepared in their hearts, couldn't help but have a big rise and fall in their chests, and they looked like they couldn't hide their surprise.

Mo Chengji raised his eyes and glanced at the three of them, then buried his head in the treasure in front of him, and said: "There are two exercises, one was once the famous spiritual inheritance realm of the Yanglong Sect, and it is also the "Yanglong Zhenyan" exercise that Luo Fan Temple did not hesitate to get back then, and the other is the little-known "Clear Wind Chasing the Clouds", which is a wind attribute retreat. As for the treasures, except for some material talisman elixirs, there is only one magic weapon, which is still a mid-level grade, and there are only three magic weapons. ”

Hearing this, Wu Yue's hearts sank, and their faces still looked like they were listening carefully, and they did not reveal the slightest abnormality.

After a long time, Mo raised his head, swept his fierce gaze over everyone one by one, and said in a deep voice: "As the leader of this operation, I now plan to distribute it like this. Tianhuo Zhenren's only magic weapon, Mo Mou, asked for it cheekily, and the treasure bottle magic weapon left by the monk of the Yanglong Sect belonged to Brother Chen, and the rest of the magic weapons were divided by everyone. In terms of exercises, I, Brother Chen, and Miss Liu Qian can all make one copy, and the rest of us can only choose one copy. How?"

In the last two words, Mo Zhiji's eyes were not instantaneous, and he pointed at Chen San like a sword and said.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Chen San's eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and he pondered.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts suddenly burst out, and their eyes stared at Chen San as if they were not guilty, wanting to see something from Chen San's face.

Mo Chengji's heart sank, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, waiting for Chen San's reply.

After the tea passed, Chen San's eyebrows stretched, and as Chen San's eyebrows unfolded, everyone's hearts also followed.

Turning his right hand to the golden ring in his left hand, Chen San had a certain look on his face, looked at Mo Zhiji and said: "Chen doesn't have many objections to Brother Mo's distribution, it's just a ...... about Chen."

Speaking of this, Chen San's face flashed hesitation again, while Mo Chengji and the others held their breath, not daring to say anything to disturb, waiting for Chen San to say the following words.

For a long time, in the eyes of everyone glowing with all kinds of light, Chen San stretched out his hand to the stone table, opened the various treasures on the table, gently stroked the dull dark red spar in the center of the stone table and said: "Chen plans to give up that magic weapon in terms of treasures, and ask for this Yanglong Emperor Fire Bead, what does Brother Mo think?"

Everyone was stunned, and the boulder in Mo Cheng's heart fell, and while he was relaxed for a while, his face was puzzled and he asked: "Brother Chen really plans to abandon the magic weapon, do you want this rumored Yanglong Emperor Fire Bead that is not very useful?"

Chen San nodded lightly and did not answer.

After Mo Chengji glanced at Chen San, he also nodded and said: "Since Brother Chen gave up the magic weapon to get this pearl, presumably this pearl must have a reason that Brother Chen needs, so Mo will not persuade much." ”

Having said that, everyone heard the meaning of the words, and they persuaded Chen San to think about it seriously again, and carefully calculated whether it was worth giving up this time.

Although it can't be compared with the magic weapon of the middle grade of the Xuan Rank that Mo Zhi wants to go, the Blue Rainbow Pure Glass Bottle left by Fang Zhengyuan is also a magic weapon of the middle grade of the Yellow Rank.

Although the magic weapon is a treasure unique to Jindan monks, not every Jindan monk can also have a magic weapon.

It is equivalent to Chen San's hometown leaving the country, and the high-grade magic weapon is the same as that of a monk in the foundation building period, and the precious magic weapon is not something that a Jindan monk can have.

Among the treasures refined, although there is a difference between magic weapons and magic weapons, the preciousness and difficulty of refining materials are calculated by ten times.

In order to refine a magic weapon that is in hand, a monk may not be able to refine it successfully after decades or even hundreds of years, and this kind of rumor is really common in the immortal cultivation world.

Chen San gave up a magic weapon for the sake of a rumored crystal bead whose significance is greater than its utility, no wonder everyone thinks Chen San is extremely stupid.

Chen San, who felt Liu Wenfeng's scorching gaze, a smile flashed on his face when he looked up, and he lowered his head again and stroked the crystal beads in the stone table.

Seeing that Chen San, who was sitting on the opposite side of the stone table, had made up his mind, Mo Cheng stopped admonishing, flipped his palm, took out more than ten jade slips, and then asked everyone one by one.