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The corpse of the middle-aged scribe was divided into two, and a large amount of blood shot upwards from the neck, and the blood column was no less than several feet high, and a thick bloody aura suddenly filled the stone cave. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

The head flew several feet away, and then fell to the ground with a "click", and the bones rolled out a long way. The headless body stood for a long time and fell to the ground.

Chen Yang took a long breath, sat on the ground, looked at the headless corpse that fell to the ground, and looked at his hands with some suspicion, speechless for a long time.

Did he really kill a monk of the Jindan period? Chen Yang still seemed to be a little incredulous until now, this was a monk of the Jindan period, and it was once a realm that he didn't even dare to think about, but he didn't expect to die in this deserted stone cave like this, and die in his own hands.

"Is your strength so strong now?" Chen Yang thought with some joy.

This time, being able to kill a middle-aged scribe, in addition to greatly limiting the strength of the middle-aged scribe because this is a place of absolute spirits, Chen Yang's combat power far beyond that of a monk of the same level is also a crucial factor, otherwise, in the face of the powerful power of the magic weapon, it would be good to be able to support one or two rounds.

This also made Chen Yang more confident in his own strength.

When it was almost time to rest, Chen Yang stood up, first tied up the silver magic wheel and the light green shield scattered on the ground, and played with it in his hand.

The silver chakra lay quietly on the palm of his hand, an inch in size, radiating a faint soft silver glow, delicate and abnormal, fluorescent flowing.

After playing for a while, Chen Yang flipped his palm, and the silver magic wheel was put into the storage bag. Moved his attention to the small pale green shield on his left hand.

The small shield is also not big, and there are some dark green runes on the shield surface, the runes are in the form of veins of leaves, lifelike, and the whole small shield looks from a distance, like a leaf carved from green jade.

However, this green leaf is not honest, in Chen Yang's hands, he is full of spirit, struggling non-stop, if it wasn't for Chen Yang who has been restrained by spiritual power, he would have been out of his control a long time ago.

Chen Yang flipped the pale green shield over, and the back of the small shield was engraved with three ancient characters, which he happened to have seen, so he read it out word by word: "Bayeux shield!"

Talking about the completely different situation between the green shield and the silver magic wheel, Chen Yang knows a little about it. If it is as expected, the bay leaf shield should be the natal magic weapon of the middle-aged scribe.

The so-called natal magic weapon, as the name suggests, is a magic weapon that is closely related to the life of the monk, if the natal magic weapon is severely damaged, the monk will also suffer a lot of injuries.

Generally speaking, a monk can only have one natal weapon. Once the refining is successful, the natal magic weapon must be placed in the dantian, tempered day and night with the danhuo, and constantly warmed with the true yuan to reach the realm of the blood connection of the primordial spirit.

In other words, even if the owner of the natal magic weapon falls and the magic weapon falls into the hands of someone else, that person cannot use it.

Because the true yuan and the primordial spirit imprint on the magic weapon will not dissipate with the fall of the master of the magic weapon.

Of course, this does not mean that other monks must not use the natal weapon.

If there are monks who have enough patience and are willing to spend decades or even hundreds of years on it, they can turn the magic weapon into their own use if they leave the original owner of the magic weapon on it, slowly wear it off with the Dan fire, and then put it back into their own body to warm and refine it, then they can turn the magic weapon into their own use.

The process is no different from refining a new magic weapon, and after this natal magic weapon erases the brand, the power usually drops dramatically, so there are very few monks willing to do so. It is only those scattered cultivators in the Jindan period who can't get together the materials for refining the natal magic weapon that they will spend this kind of water grinding effort.

In addition, there are some other ways to erase the imprint of the primordial god on the magic weapon, but either the conditions are extremely harsh, or it requires the consumption of some precious materials, which is difficult to do.

Chen Yang looked at the Bayeux shield in his hand with a little regret, you must know that similar to magic weapons, the value of defending xing magic weapons is much greater than attacking xing magic weapons.

And because the materials of the magic weapon are rare and it is not easy to refine, most of the ordinary Jindan monks only have one magic weapon per person, so that for the sake of fighting methods, most of the magic weapons of the Jindan monks are also some magic weapons that attack xing, or magic weapons that have both attack and defense, and there are very few simple defense xing magic weapons, which highlights the preciousness of the defense xing magic weapon.

"If this Bayeux Shield is not the natal magic weapon of a middle-aged scribe, after he advances to the Jindan stage, he will immediately have a defensive magic weapon available, and his combat power will skyrocket!" Chen Yang thought with some greed.

He thought about it, took out a forbidden talisman and pasted it on the light green shield, the bay leaf shield dimmed, and suddenly quieted down, carefully put away the bay leaf shield, and then took off the storage bag on the waist of the middle-aged scribe.

Just as he was about to return to the hall, Chen Yang suddenly stopped, looked at the corpse of the middle-aged scribe, thought about it for a while, took out the Xuanjin Tiger Wing Knife and slammed it on the side of the stone cave, on the ground near the stone wall, and then moved the corpse of the middle-aged scribe to the pit.

Although the middle-aged scribe was an enemy during his lifetime, after all, he was a Jindan period monk, and he was considered a senior master in the immortal cultivation world, and Chen Yang thought that he should still give him a certain amount of respect.

After all, no one knows what the future holds. If one day, he also died at the hands of some immortal cultivator, or died in some dangerous place, he didn't want his remains to fall into the belly of a wild beast in the wilderness.

Chen Yang sighed lightly and thought a little sadly.

Shaking his head and dispelling some of the negative feelings in his mind, Chen Yang returned to the hall, and then searched out the storage bags on each corpse, and then each person had a small fireball, which was considered to be a little bit of care.

Chen Yang sorted out the few storage bags on hand a little, specially vacated an empty storage bag, came to the hidden treasure compartment, and swept away the ancient monk's relics inside unceremoniously.

Doing this well, Chen Yang looked at the cold pool not far away, a fire flashed in his heart, he lowered his head and muttered for a while, after all, he didn't dare to make a mistake at will.

Although I don't know what the purpose of the unknown spirit grass on the edge of the cold pool is, from the nervousness and attention of the middle-aged scribe to that spirit grass, it is clear that in this ancient monk's cave, I am afraid that the most precious treasure is this unknown spirit grass.

A treasure that is more precious than the sum of the three magic weapons, where did Chen Yang dare to act rashly without knowing why. You must first figure out the origin of this spiritual grass before you can formulate the next step of training.

Chen Yang's figure turned, came to another corner of the hall, lay down on the white jade bed, and fell asleep sweetly.

Although this expedition did not take a long time, under the pressure of the Jindan period monks, Chen Yang's consumption of mental power, spiritual power, and divine consciousness was very huge, and his head was still faintly painful, if he couldn't take a good rest, maybe there would be some hidden dangers left.

As for safety, Chen Yang was not worried at all, this ancient monk cave mansion was very secretive, not to mention that there were two quite extraordinary prohibitions outside the cave mansion. If it weren't for the fact that this was a place of absolute spirits, he would still be a little tempted to dive in here!

This sleep, Chen Yang slept until noon on the second day before waking up.

Wake up refreshed. The double tui plate sat on the white jade áng, and seven or eight storage bags were lined up in front of him.

Chen Yang rubbed his hands excitedly, he was so tired yesterday that he didn't bother to check the loot, but now he has to take a good look, and he has to find out the origin of the spirit grass on the edge of the cold pond from here.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang's heart was a little apprehensive, if he couldn't find any clues about the Hantan Spirit Grass in the storage bags of several people, things would be a little difficult to do.

The prohibition of this cave is not external to the inside, and once you leave, it is not easy to enter again. You can't wait until you're married. But if you act hastily, once Lingcao is irreparably damaged, you will have no place to cry!

Chen Yang first picked up the middle-aged scribe's storage bag, and his divine sense slowly sank into it, ignoring the spirit stones, materials, and some other miscellaneous things in the storage bag, he first took out the jade slip and two Taoist books in it.

The two Taoist books are nothing remarkable, one is the high-level exercise "Aoki Mixed Yuan Gong", although the power and supernatural powers are not bad, but it is nothing compared to the Xuanming True Yang Gong. The other is ordinary, called "The First Solution of the Formation", which is an introductory book to the way of the formation.

The way of the formation is too obscure and mysterious, and it takes a lot of time to invest, for Chen Yang, who aims for immortality, some gains outweigh the losses, if he can advance to the Yuan Infant Stage, under the great increase in longevity, he can still study one or two.

Thinking like this, Chen Yang casually put away the two Taoist books, picked up another jade slip and pasted it on his forehead, his divine sense probed into one of them without hesitation, and soon, he put it down expressionlessly and replaced it with a jade slip .......

There were six jade slips in a row, which either contained some Dan recipes, or materials related to the formation, and even one jade slip recorded a powerful secret technique, but he never found what Chen Yang wanted most.

Chen Yang felt a little anxious, picked up the last jade slip, some expectations and some fears that expectations would be disappointed, a little hesitant for a while, and his divine sense did not probe into it for a long time.

After a while, Chen Yang secretly gritted his teeth and immersed his divine consciousness in it, his face first showed a disappointed expression, but it immediately turned to shock, and finally his whole face was filled with a look of ecstasy. This kind of "two-phase Miao Yuan Dan" is extremely magical, according to the Dan Fang, it can actually slightly improve the qualification of cultivating immortals, and increase the probability of getting married a lot!

Seeing this, Chen Yang's heart felt like hearing the sound of immortals, and he felt unreal as if he was in a dream. @。

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