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Hearing what Xiang Jing said, Jiang Qingtian didn't believe it at all, and continued to crash into the alchemy furnace frantically.

Xiang Jing said with a playful smile, "Old miscellaneous hair, let you taste the power of this seat."

Xiang Jing said, the Samadhi real fire in his hand was thrown to the bottom of the Golden Crow Fengxiang furnace, and the flame rose, slowly burning the black furnace body to red, and the whole alchemy furnace exuded a faint pill incense.

However, Jiang Qingtian in the pill furnace was not so good. With the burning of the real fire of the Samadhi, the temperature inside the pill furnace rose linearly, and the complex inscriptions on the furnace wall loomed, exuding a simple and mysterious atmosphere.

Jiang Qingtian could still hit the pill furnace at first, but when the inscription appeared, he didn't dare to touch it.

As soon as he encountered this inscription, in addition to the pain of burning his body, there was an unspeakable force attacking his Yuan Ying body.

Yuan Ying is not stronger than the physical body, that is, it is powerful and fragile, and every injury is like hitting the depths of the soul, painful.

So that Jiang Qingtian could only hover in the center of the alchemy furnace in the end, without any focus.

Because of this, he must constantly consume aura to stay suspended. However, this alchemy furnace is very weird, unable to absorb the aura supply from the outside, even if his Nascent Infant is the essence of the aura in the body, it will eventually be aura. When dried up.

Jiang Qingtian finally realized that Xiang Jing was not scaring him. This alchemy furnace might really be as he said, it is a nine-rank alchemy furnace. The complicated inscriptions on the wall of this furnace are not what ordinary alchemy furnaces can have. .

"Old Miscellaneous, you can enjoy yourself in the pill furnace in this seat."

Xiang Jing clapped his hands, turned around and left. This old miscellaneous Yuan Ying should be able to stand up for a few days in this pill furnace, but Xiang Jing would like to see how long he can last.

Returning to the martial arts field, Xiang Jing easily took Jiang Qingtian's space ring. The flesh and blood body was dead. Even if Jiang Qingtian Yuanying was still there, this space ring became a thing of no one.

After cleaning the scene and comforting the sect disciples, Xiang Jing returned to the room and began to count the spoils.

"Ding, the task is complete: reward energy crystal ×10, random ancestor idol fragment ×1, "Cangming Sacred Code Yuan Ying Scroll" fragment ×1."

"Open the ancestor idol fragment."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Monkey King Fragment×1"

Xiang Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Seven fragments of Monkey King Monkey King had been collected, and with three more fragments he could obtain the first statue of an ancestor. It was a little excited to think about it.

But for now, let’s take a look at the space ring of Jiang Qingtian, an old miscellaneous hair. The space ring of a master of the Nascent Soul stage contains his lifetime collection, and it is like a treasure house without thinking.

When Xiang Jing opened Jiang Qingtian's spatial ring, he found that he still underestimated the background of this old miscellaneous hair.

This spatial ring is as big as five football fields, and a few hills are piled up just by Lingshi.

From low-grade to high-grade everything, a full pile of almost one-third of the place, there is a small pile of spiritual stones, the aura is stronger than the high-grade, it looks like a very precious top-grade spiritual stone.

After counting, there are 10 million low-grade spiritual stones, five million middle-grade spiritual stones, one million high-grade spiritual stones, and 100,000 top-grade spiritual stones.

In addition, there are all kinds of rare and exotic treasures, elixirs and elixir, weapons and armors, which are placed in boxes and kept carefully. It seems that the grade should not be low, and they are very precious.

In addition, there are a variety of antique calligraphy and paintings on the Bogu shelf, many of which are left by celebrities.

Xiang Jing took a second glance and lost interest. This thing did not help to become stronger, so he would find time to sell it another day and exchange his training resources.

What's left is a pile of debris, some puppet wooden pegs and the like, which is of no value after turning over.

Just as Xiang Jing was about to withdraw from Jiang Qingtian's space ring, he suddenly saw something flashed.

After blinking, Xiang Jing looked in that direction. It was the place where the rare and exotic treasures were stored. There was another flash at this time.

After Xiang Jing approached, he searched, and finally found a long box.

Xiang Jing took the box out of the space ring and placed it on the table.

The whole box is red and made of fine sandalwood. The eight corners are inlaid with pearls. The light that flashed just now is from the beads.

However, this box has no obvious opening and closing gaps, and no keyhole locks, and there is a protective aura attached to the surface.

Xiang Jing didn't hesitate, violently dissipated the spiritual energy on it, picked it up and shook it, judging from the weight, it was hollow inside, with something soft and soft.

However, this box has no keyhole and no gap. Xiang Jing took out a sharp sword and cut a gap around the box forcibly.

Then, like a carpenter, cut the wooden box bit by bit along the gap.

After almost a quarter of an hour, Xiang Jing finally cut a hole, put his left and right fingers into the gap, controlled his strength, and shook slightly toward both sides, and the upper part of the box responded.

Xiang Jing looked into the box with enthusiasm, wanting to see what treasure Lao Za Mao hides. It was so mysterious, but when he saw the contents of the box, he couldn't help being disappointed.

There is nothing else in the box, but there is a picture scroll, which is filled with nylon cotton to ensure that no matter how you drop it, the picture scroll will not be damaged.

I've opened it all, and I always feel a little bit at a loss if I don't look at what this painting is about.

Xiang Jing stretched out his hand and held it towards the painting, but when his hand touched the scroll, he felt a tingling pain in his palm, and he retracted his hand reflexively.

Feeling the palm of his hand wet, Xiang Jing opened his palm and looked at it. He saw a scar on his palm for some time, as if he had been chopped by a sharp weapon, blood dripping down.

Xiang Jing looked at the scroll with some surprise. After he stopped the bleeding and recovered the wound, he couldn't help but re-examine it.

It seems that Old Miscellaneous Mao did get a good thing. A painting can actually hurt his body in the strongest realm and break through to the Jin Dan stage. It is really extraordinary. It needs to be changed. It is estimated that the entire palm has been cut off. Among the rare treasures, they are still so tightly protected.

Xiang Jing stretched out his hand again, he wanted to see what kind of painting it was that would have such power.

This time Xiang Jing wrapped his palm with a vigorous aura and slowly took it down towards the scroll.

After using the aura, Xiang Jing discovered that the closer he was to the scroll, the more he could feel a sharp sense of sharpness. After careful taste, he found that it was a kind of knife intent.

The sword has the meaning of the sword, the sword has the meaning of the knife, the spear has the meaning of the spear, and the halberd has the meaning of the halberd. When each weapon is cultivated to a certain level, a unique meaning can be born.

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