Fang Lie first wandered around the seventh layer, and soon found the Dao Pattern Heavenly Eye. It can be seen that this is not found from the ruins at all, but the treasure that was originally stored here.

Although this thing is good, its value is too high, and it must be matched with the Earth Eye in order to play its most efficient role, so it has been placed here for a long time, but there is no disciple of the Netherworld Sect to exchange it, but it is cheaper than Fang Lie.

The little rooster pecked at it as usual, and directly broke the ban, while Fang Lie hurriedly reached out and took it, which was regarded as the first loot he had come here!

Looking at the delicate and mysterious innate Dao patterns on the Dao Pattern Heavenly Eye, Fang Lie couldn't help but laugh and said, "Haha, just with this thing, this time it didn't come in vain!"

"Don't be scared, go to the eighth floor!" the old bird urged, "God knows if you will alarm others when you come out, the sooner we move, the better!"

"Understood!" Fang Lie didn't talk nonsense, hurriedly rushed to the stairs, and then immediately stopped.

Each floor is also isolated by a strong prohibition, and no one can get through without the corresponding permissions.

At this time, the little rooster began to shine again, analyzing the prohibition.

I have to say that after gathering hundreds of millions of magic spirits, the horror of Renziling's computing power has reached an unbelievable level.

The prohibitions here are all above the ninth order, and they are layered, some are bright and some are dark, and on the surface it seems that there is only a thin layer of light curtains, but in fact, there are hundreds of different prohibitions, hidden in the void.

Any prohibition is touched, and it is enough to kill the real people of the Thunder Tribulation!

If it is a strong attack, even if the demi-immortal comes, if you want to break this layer of light curtain, you will have to attack madly for an hour or two.

But in front of Renzi Ling, it only took ten breaths to analyze it all, and find out the way to open it.

I saw that the little rooster suddenly opened its small mouth this time and sprayed a green light at the light curtain in front of it, and the next moment, the light curtain disappeared silently.

Fang Lie didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly rushed in.

And just a moment after him, the light curtain was activated again. The whole process, less than a breath, frightened Fang Lie into a cold sweat, if he was touched by the light curtain, it is estimated that his small body would directly turn into ashes.

Fang Lie couldn't help but complain: "Can it last a little longer, don't be so scary?

"You know a fart~" The old bird scolded: "People come in openly, every time there is a record, and it is under the surveillance of the big array, but we are sneaky, not only to eliminate the record, but also to hide the big array, not to be monitored, I don't know how many times more difficult! Can it be the same? It would be nice to have an interval of one breath, how much more do you want?"

"Okay, okay!" Fang Lie shrugged helplessly, stopped talking nonsense, took three steps and two steps, and rushed upstairs.

As soon as the results came out, Fang Lie was stunned!

The eighth floor of Wanbao Pavilion is actually not big, it is only a hundred zhang square, and there are not so many walls, but there are several rows of large and small niches on the four walls, all of which add up, maybe only one or two hundred things.

But without exception, all of them were eighth-order boutiques, among which there were more than a dozen eighth-order treasures, and it was the first time for Fang Lie to see so many eighth-order treasures, and the whole person trembled with excitement.

"Wow, I'm so rich, if I get it all back, I'll make a fortune!" Fang Lie said excitedly: "It is estimated that I am not rich in the head of the sect!"

The old bird pursed his lips and said, "It's definitely not as good as Mo Qianxun, that guy is in charge of the richest Mo Gate, he has so many treasures in his hands that the grade is so high, he can definitely rank among the top three in the half-immortals." However, the idle demi-immortals only have a few eighth-order treasures in their hands, if you can really loot this place, the wealth will almost be comparable to that of a low-level demi-immortal!"

"That's not right, there are more than a dozen eighth-order magic weapons here, I should be richer than them, right?" Fang Lie said unconvinced.

"You know a fart, which half-immortal doesn't have their own foundation? Everyone controls a huge industry and has a steady stream of huge income, they may not have as many eighth-order treasures as you, but they are really not comparable to your family!" The old bird said disdainfully: "After you have more than ten Iron Wall Golden Cities, you are almost qualified to compare with them!"

"Relying on these bastards, they are all so rich!" Fang Lie was convinced.

Then, Fang Lie rushed directly to the nearest alcove, inside was a ruler-thick scripture, even through the powerful prohibition, Fang Lie could feel the terrifying Buddha intent contained in it.

Without Fang Lie asking, the old bird directly exclaimed: "Hey, isn't this the "Sutra of Misfortune", one of the ten major scriptures of the Lotus Sect? It is rumored that this treasure is refined from the skin of a high monk of the Arhat Dao Fruit, and the Arhat Dao Fruit is equivalent to a half-immortal! It is the inheritance treasure of the Lotus Sect, which has been missing for twenty or thirty thousand years, but I didn't expect it to be taken over by the Netherworld Sect! ”

"What public case?" Fang Lie immediately asked curiously.

"Back then, one of the first elders of the Fahua Sect, a great monk who cultivated in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation, was ambushed by someone when he was visiting friends with hundreds of disciples, and all of them disappeared. The old bird said: "The Fahua Sect was going crazy at that time, and the whole sect went out and searched for hundreds of years, but there was no news at all, so he gradually let go of this matter." The great monk took the book with him. ”

"You see~" the old bird explained, "The great monks in the later stage of the Thunder Tribulation were all killed silently, and eighty percent used the ninth-order magic weapon, and the idle eighth-order treasures have long been wiped out, but this one, the treasure refined by the skin of the half-immortal, even if it is only the eighth order, is extremely strong, water and fire are invulnerable, after hardships, tens of thousands of years have not been nourished by the Dharma, and the Buddha's light is still profound, and the Buddha's mind is like the sea." What an amazing baby!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, hurry up and break the ban!" Fang Lie shouted excitedly.

"I've been analyzing it a long time ago, but it's not easy to crack!" Old Bird smiled bitterly: "Not to mention, there are two or three thousand prohibitions, layered on top of each other, blessing each other, covering each other, even if it is me, if I want to crack it, it will take time to make tea!"

"I can afford to wait!" Fang Lie shouted, and then searched to the side, obviously trying to grasp the situation first.

He only walked three steps, and found an eighth-order magic weapon, which was a cool bronze carriage, with eight bronze horses of five zhang in front of the carriage, and two eighth-order bronze puppet warriors as drivers, the whole carriage was ten zhang long, five zhang wide, and four zhang high, with exquisite reliefs and patterns on the surface, and the whole body exuded a simple artistic conception.

Seeing this, Fang Lie couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Bird, come and see, how do I think, this is like a treasure of our Momen?"

"Damn, this was originally ~" The old bird scolded: "And this is still the top car of the Mo family, the eight-horse car, the eighth-order medium-grade, just with this car, it is enough to fight against the thunder robbery real person! Five thousand years ago, he was driven out to play by a gentleman of the Mo family, but he never returned! Even his protector was nowhere to be seen, and Momen was about to go crazy at that time! But it turned out that he was plotted by the bastard of the Netherworld Sect!"

"I've looked at a lot of treasures from other sects, it seems that they have plotted against a lot of people!" Fang Lie said with a smile.

"Nonsense, everyone has plotted against others, otherwise do you think that the treasures of other sects in the hands of Momen are all picked up for nothing?" The old bird smiled and scolded: "But this time, you are developed, count it down, the dumb son who died is still Mo Qianxun's uncle, if you bring the Eight Horses back, you can definitely extort him!"

"That's it!" Fang Lie smiled, then continued to move sideways, and soon came to another alcove, which contained seven three-inch-long green needles, as thin as a cow's hair, but there were still countless divine patterns contained in them, it was unimaginable how strong the refining technique was, in order to refine so many divine patterns to just one needle.

Seeing this, Fang Lie couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Good thing, the eighth-order magic weapon Netherworld Ghost Needle!" "The old bird said with a smile: "Take out one alone, it is not at all the bottom of the eighth-order lower grade treasures, but it has an advantage, strong concealment, and is suitable for sneak attacks." Even if it is a real person of the Thunder Tribulation, once it is stabbed by it, it will be burned by the Netherworld Ghost Fire, and it will lose its combat effectiveness in an instant. However, there are seven here, which are enough to form a Netherworld Ghost Fire Array, covering each other and blessing each other, enough to fight against the monks in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation. This set of needles, even in the eighth-order mid-grade magic weapon, can be regarded as a leader!"

"There is no doubt that I want to take it away!" Fang Lie smiled: "It must be a treasure produced by the Netherworld Sect itself!"

As he spoke, he moved again, and this time, he found a pair of green flying swords.

Without Fang Lie asking, the old bird explained, "This should be the Netherworld Ghost Fire Sword, the three common eighth-order magic weapons of the Netherworld Sect, needles, swords, and flags, this is the kind that is relatively powerful. Moreover, these two swords seem to be mixed with things that restrain each other, one is yin and the other is yang, they are male and female swords, and their power has more than doubled!"

"Good thing, mine!" Fang Lie shouted, and walked to the side again, only to find that in the twelve consecutive niches, there were all three-foot flags, exactly the same, all of them were strange treasures burning with netherworld fire.

"Hehe, this is the Netherworld Ghost Fire Banner, one of the three major treasures of the Netherworld Sect, taken out alone, it is almost the most rubbish of all the eighth-order magic weapons. But it has a characteristic, that is, it can cooperate with each other, every time there is one more shot, the power will be increased by a lot, if these 12 flags join forces, the great monks in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation will inevitably hate them on the spot!" The old bird smiled and said: "Boy, you are really developed, even if it is the Netherworld Sect, there are no more than thirty such flags, and almost half of them belong to you, and it will take them at least ten thousand years or more to re-refine the 12 eighth-order Netherworld Ghost Fire Flags!"

"Haha, you deserve it!" Fang Lie said excitedly: "Brother Bird, have you analyzed it?" Seeing so many treasures that I can't take, my heart is on fire!"

"Haha, look at your urgency, it's already fine, take that set of ghost fire needles first!" said the old bird with a smile.