Chapter 123, Zimu Xuanjun

Feng Fengrou walked over, picked up the small wooden box, and heard the sound again.

"If the old man guessed correctly, at the beginning, you definitely wanted to take the purple pearl out of the box with your hands, but it didn't work.

It's right that there is no success, not to mention how much Yuan Force the old man has in his life, that is, from Chimu to Zimu, the old man doesn't know how many Yuan Li droplets have been condensed, and the weight is probably difficult for the peak powerhouse of the immortal soul to hold. ”

Feng Fengrou thought about it, isn't it heavy, Shizun Luo Qingyou's third-level immortal soul realm did not move the purple Xuanzhu in the slightest.

"However, the purple Xuanzhu is so heavy, but it is contained in a wooden box, you can easily carry it, does this mean that this box is not ordinary. ”

When Feng Fengrou heard this, she nodded again, it's really like this, when she took the box at the beginning, it was indeed very relaxed.

"Wouldn't you be surprised if I said that this box was an artifact?"

What artifact?

When Feng Fengyu Rou heard this, she almost screamed, the artifact is a rarer existence than the peak powerhouse of the Xuan Soul.

"Haha, aren't you surprised?"

After the voice stopped, it sounded again: "This is what the old man once got by chance, if this box is still there, you only need to drop blood to recognize the master, and then you will know its strength."

In addition, the old man still has some exercises and skills, in that wooden box, if you also get it, it will be fate.

Finally, I hope you can remember the old man's name, Zimu Xuanjun. ”

"Purple Wood Xuanjun?"

Feng Fengrou muttered, remembered it in his heart, and quietly waited for the voice to sound, but since the end of that sentence, the voice has not sounded again.

It seems that it is finished.

Feng Fengrou thought, and then squeezed out a drop of essence blood on his ring finger and dripped it on the wooden box.

"Poof!"

Similarly, when the voice sounded, I only saw a white gas coming out, and then, Feng Fengrou's mind had a lot of information.

"Boom ......"

Just as Feng Fengrou was about to sit down and digest the information in her mind, suddenly there was a roar from the cave.

"Yurou, hurry up, this cave is about to collapse. ”

Luo Qingyou said, grabbed the wind and rain, jumped up, and then ran towards the passage of the cave.

"That wooden box ......"

Feng Fengrou turned her head and glanced at the big wooden box, wanting to stop and take it out one piece.

"There's no time, it's important to run for your life. ”

Luo Qingyou also glanced back, but the roar in the cave was getting louder and louder, and stones and clods of soil had fallen from the top of the cave.

When Feng Fengrou heard this, although she was reluctant, she could only keep her eyes open and watch the wooden box get farther and farther away from her.

Out of the hole, Luo Qingyou jumped up, stood on top of the flying sword with Feng Yurou, turned around, and saw that the entire mountain had collapsed downward, and the dust was flying.

After a few moments, the mountain returned to calm, more than half as it had had been.

"Master, what is that?"

Suddenly, a bright light flashed and landed on the top of the mountain, and Feng Fengrou pointed there and asked Luo Qingyou.

"Let's go over and have a look. ”

Luo Qingyou said, the flying sword slowly activated, and flew towards the position at the top of the mountain.

When she reached the top of the mountain, Feng Fengrou jumped down from the flying sword and saw that the glowing thing turned out to be a purple-green tombstone.

And on the tombstone, it was written: Purple Wood Xuanjun's Flying Spirit Position.