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Not far from entering the stone gate, a blue light shot at Chen Yang, Chen Yang did not dodge or dodge, let this blue light fly closer, and as a result, the blue light hovered in mid-air and landed on his shoulder, revealing a small blue beast with rolling flesh, which was his spirit beast Spirit Mouse.

The beast was staring at Chen Yang with a pair of jewel-like dark eyes, and it was whispering excitedly.

Chen Yang communicated with it in his heart, and quickly understood the meaning of this beast, gently stroked the head of this beast with his hand a few times, expressed his appreciation, and ordered it to lead the way in front, along the way you can vaguely see a lot of traces of fighting, broken prohibitions, spell marks can be seen everywhere, obviously after a fierce battle.

The last man and beast came to a spacious hall, but seeing that the battle was basically over, the remaining Jiulong Island Zhuji monks and the elegant scribe of Zhenyangmen fell to the ground unconscious one by one.

Only one corner of the hall was still deadlocked, and the six phantom moths fluttered their wings, flying in a mysterious trajectory, the silver light on their wings flashed, and a ray of light shot out from it, together with the six phantom moths themselves, connected into a strange magic circle. Under the shroud of the magic circle, it is the last Jindan monk on Kowloon Island.

The middle-aged monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground at the moment, his hands pinching the trick, his body was steaming, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down his forehead, as if he was struggling to resist something.

And his expression was quite strange, his eyes were already a little misty, and from time to time his face showed an intoxicated expression, as if he was deeply trapped in the illusion of the phantom moth's natural illusion and could not extricate himself.

Whenever the middle-aged monk was about to lose his support, there was a misty look in his eyes. The jewel hanging around his neck would tremble slightly, creating a faint golden halo. Melt into his body, and in a flash, let his consciousness regain a little clearer.

Chen Yang's gaze swept and landed on the golden orb, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of interest flashed.

Others didn't know, but as the owner of the Phantom Spirit Moth, Chen Yang knew too well the power of this Spirit Worm Illusion.

Don't look at the strength of the Phantom Moth at this time. However, it is equivalent to a mid-foundation building monk, but another talent of this insect is that it can superimpose their respective illusion powers, if they are deceived in front of him, and the power of talent illusion is maximized, even if Chen Yang himself falls into it, it will take a lot of effort to get rid of it.

Apparently. This middle-aged monk's divine sense is not strong, and he has been able to support it until now, all thanks to the assistance of the golden orb. However, even with the assistance of the golden orb, it only temporarily resisted the erosion of the illusion, and did not completely expel the illusion that had invaded the sea of divine consciousness.

Orbs also have a limit to their support utility, which can be used over time. The golden halo from the orb became weaker and weaker, and finally under a silver glow, the middle-aged monk suddenly stood up, dancing with his hands, and his body was crooked. I don't know who I fell to the ground.

Then the six phantom moths buzzed, and the magic circle formed by the union dispersed at once. Hovering back and forth around the top of Chen Yang's head, there was joy from the bottom of his heart.

Chen Yang shook the sleeves of his robe, put away the phantom moth, and then looked down at the middle-aged monk who fell to the ground, with a light smile on his face, and raised his hand at the middle-aged monk casually, and with a "whoosh", his body was sucked into his hand.

Chen Yang held the body of the middle-aged monk in one hand, and pressed his head unceremoniously on the other hand, and the words in his mouth flashed with green light in his palm.

After a meal, Chen Yang's eyes flashed, he grabbed the golden orb around the middle-aged monk's neck, and took off the storage bag around his waist.

Chen Yang flipped his palm, a golden bead appeared in his hand, and looked at it carefully, the size of the thumb of this bead, the material is special, like wood not wood, like jade not jade, scattered with golden light, although the golden light is not dazzling, but it is weird to block the line of sight, making people unable to see clearly.

"Jin Bozhu! It turned out to be a rare treasure of Buddhism, which is very rare in the East China Sea. Chen Yang had a strange look on his face and muttered to himself.

According to the memory of the middle-aged monk, this golden bodhisattva bead is a great auxiliary treasure, not to mention in a place like the East China Sea where Buddhism is not flourishing, even in the Middle Earth 6, where Buddhism is prosperous, it is also very rare.

This bead has the miraculous effect of calming the nerves, as long as you bring one on the body, you can greatly reduce the interference of the demons when cultivating, it is said that if you wear this bead for a long time, it can also play a magical effect of nourishing the spirit and condensing the soul.

Of course, the long-term mentioned here is at least calculated in terms of a hundred years, but even so, the golden bodaz is also an extremely rare treasure. After all, there are few treasures that can strengthen the divine sense, even with Chen Yang's knowledge, he only knows a few few, and most of them are extinct in the immortal cultivation world.

Chen Yang only had a clue about the origin of the Golden Bo Bead, only knowing that this bead was found by a middle-aged monk from a monk who died in his hands during a mission.

As for why this pearl fell into the East China Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm, and then fell into the hands of a low-level monk like a foundation building monk, maybe the soul search was incomplete, maybe even the middle-aged monk himself didn't know, but there was no way to know.

After going through the information of this bead in his mind, Chen Yang groaned slightly, and the mana suddenly poured into his eyes, and in the depths of his eyes, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed, and he looked down at the golden bead again. At this moment, although it was still a little blurry, I finally saw the body of the orb through the faint golden light.

I saw that inside the orb, a faint golden glow was erratic, and if you looked carefully, where was the golden glow, it was clearly made of countless needle-sized runes tumbling and condensing, and each rune was contained in golden light, which made people feel very profound and mysterious.

Although Chen Yang didn't know the meaning of these runes, he always felt faintly familiar, as if he had seen them in some classic.

After closing his eyes and thinking about it for a while, Chen Yang patted the storage bag, took out a blue jade slip, and looked at it with his divine sense.

This blue jade slip was exchanged by Chen Yang from a low-level monk named Qian Xiaoer when he was on Lanxing Island in the past, and it recorded the travelogues of Qian Xiaoer's ancestor, a Yuanying monk, and it seems that some of its contents are related to these runes.

Soon he found the relevant content in the jade slips, and figured out the approximate origin of these characters - Sanskrit, a Buddhist script, and one of the few scripts that have been handed down from ancient times and are still in use today.

And in this travelogue also mentioned that Sanskrit is within the Buddhist sect, and it is also a text that can only be mastered by high-level Buddhist cultivators, and all the treasures refined in Sanskrit are not small, and each of them is not small, especially for evil demons and demons.

After a while, Chen Yang put away the jade slip, held the golden bodaid bead in his hand and played with it for a while, and then stretched out a finger to the golden bodden bead lightly, and a pure aura was directly poured into the bead, and then a fragrant sandalwood smell slowly diffused from the orb, and when he smelled it, a cool breath rushed straight to his head, which made people feel refreshed!

Chen Yang's face was stunned, and then he was overjoyed.

Only then did I know that the reason why the middle-aged monk was suppressed by the Phantom Moth's talent illusion was not because the Jin Bozhu was not powerful enough, but because this person had not had time to urge this treasure, he was attacked by the Phantom Moth and was involved in the illusion.

And that faint golden halo is clearly the magic power of the Golden Bozhu's automatic protector!

The treasures that can automatically protect the Lord are naturally more precious.

Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled and carefully put away the golden bodaz, raised his head, looked around the hall, his fingers flicked continuously, and seven or eight fireballs flew out, turning several Kowloon Island monks into ashes, but the storage bags left behind were unceremoniously accepted by him, and he opened them one by one to check them.

There are mostly some magic weapons, spiritual weapons, low-level pills and the like, but no matter how small the mosquito's legs are, there is also a little meat, so they can't be wasted.

Chen Yang gathered these things one by one, and when he returned to Xueyang Island, he handed them over to Zhang Wan'er to sell, not to mention more, he could always sell one or two thousand spirit stones.

In the end, only the elegant scribe of the True Yang Gate was left in the hall, and Chen Yang frowned and looked at it a few times.

It is said that nearly half of what Chen Yang has learned and the treasures on his body are obtained from the True Yang Gate, which can be regarded as the identity of half of the disciples of the True Yang Gate, and he should save a little bit of incense in the True Yang Gate. And since the elegant scribe is already unconscious, taking the treasure from his body is, it seems that it is nothing to spare his life.

However, this qiē is just Chen Yang's wishful thinking, and the monks of the Zhenyangmen are more likely to regard Chen Yang as a thief, and they want to take back several treasures of the Zhenyangmen from Chen Yang, and this elegant scribe has met with Chen Yang in the ruins of the Zhenyangmen.

In this way, Chen Yang's mercy cannot be tolerated. Compared with a small life, a little incense is nothing.

"Don't blame me, you can only blame your bad luck. What's more, without me, you would have died at the hands of the Kowloon Island monks......" Chen Yang sighed lightly and muttered,

As he spoke, Chen Yang pressed one hand on the head of the elegant scribe with a flash. A flash of green light enveloped the person's head, but only a moment later, Chen Yang let out a soft "huh" in his mouth, and his face was full of strange colors.

"I actually put a ban on it in my divine sense!" Chen Yang let go of the head of the elegant scribe and shook his head with regret on his face.

Although he had only received bits and pieces of information, Chen Yang was still surprised by another thing he had found in his divine sense.

At the big auction on Blue Horn Island that day, it was this elegant scribe who competed endlessly with the Qinglian Sword Venerable, and auctioned off the Ten Thousand Immortal Order at a sky-high price of one million spirit stones!

Chen Yang hurriedly rummaged in this person's storage bag for a while, but he didn't find the Ten Thousand Immortal Order, I don't know if it was handed over to the sect or on the young sect master.

Chen Yangmo rubbed his chin, thought quietly for a while, and then put the matter on the back burner.