Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

After eating and drinking his fill, Master Wan Zhu burped contentedly. Then he lazily moved his many thin legs along Lou Yuan's trouser legs and slowly squatted back to the top of Lou Yuan's head. He liked this position very much.

At this moment, its strange compound eyes were staring at the mysterious mask, its eyes full of inquiry.

Then Master Wan Zhu slowly said, "This is a third-level magic weapon, and it is of an older style. It is obviously an antique. If I take it out to sell, it should be relatively easy to sell."

In the world of cultivation, antiques have always been a thing. The older the magical instrument is, the more popular it is among some nostalgic monks. They stubbornly believe that the older the magical instrument is, the more powerful it is. This view is quite popular in the world of cultivation and has a considerable market.

However, Lou Yuan disagrees with this view. In his opinion, people always keep pace with the times. The times are constantly developing and the techniques are also improving.

Isn’t it true that today’s magic is more delicate and subtle than that of a thousand years ago? Using only one-third of the original spiritual energy is able to pry open the vitality of heaven and earth, thereby performing magic that is sharper and more powerful than the original.

However, for some reason, the dragon head mask in front of him aroused Lou Yuan's strong interest.

He quietly admired the exquisite patterns on it, as if he was exploring an ancient story that had been buried by the years.

"Okay, don't forget our business, let's keep going. The appearance of this fake Shangguan Yuanlong here proves that we are about to find the core of this place."

Lou Yuan put the mask into his storage bag and asked in confusion:

"Old ghost, do you know something about the reason why this kind of ghost appears?"

The spiders coiled on top of Lou Yuan's head, messing up his black hair. He found it funny:

"It's been tens of thousands of years. How can I know everything that happened here? This ghost has only appeared in the last thousand years. What does it have to do with me?"

Hearing Wan Zhu's words, Lou Yuan also laughed. Yes, the existence of Wan Zhu is not something that these things can mess with.

Thinking of this, Lou Yuan simply said, "Well, let's keep going. If we meet someone else, no matter what, we'll catch him first."

"Yeah, I didn't let anyone go even if they made the mistake. That's Baishan's style. Hahaha, let's go."

The man and the spider smiled at each other, then cast some spells and moved deeper into the room.

Deep in the heart of the White Mountain and the Green Lake, in the first level of the passage, explosions were heard one after another.

The deafening sound continued to echo in the narrow passage, as if it was going to burst people's eardrums.

"Bang!" Accompanied by a loud noise, a mechanical puppet beast was blown into pieces.

The mechanical fragments scattered like raindrops, bouncing on the ground and making crisp impact sounds.

An iron box fell from the belly of the mechanical puppet beast, flashing a cold light in the dim light.

Jiang Kui took back the magic weapon, and with his dry hands he fumbled out a recovery pill from his arms and put it into his mouth.

The pill melted in her mouth, and a warm current instantly flowed through her body, replenishing the magic power she had just lost.

Jiang Kui closed her eyes slightly, feeling the recovery of her spiritual power. After a few breaths, she opened her eyes again, and the tiredness on her face faded a little.

While regulating his breathing, Jiang Kui summoned his flying sword, which shot out like a flash of lightning and rolled back the iron box protected by the mechanical puppet beast.

This iron box is made of a hard iron essence and cannot be easily damaged by ordinary magic weapons. Jiang Kui looked at the iron box in his hand, secretly guessing what was inside, but now was not the time to open it.

At the same time, beside Jiang Kui, another battle was unfolding. Several old men and women were fighting with a mechanical puppet equivalent to the foundation-building stage. They sent out magical weapons to attack continuously.

The magic weapon danced in the air, flashing brilliant light, and constantly hitting the mechanical puppet.

However, it was unknown what material this mechanical puppet was made of, and its body was extremely hard. When the magic weapon's attack landed on it, it could only make a dull thumping sound and leave grooves, but could not cause any substantial damage to it.

Seeing this, Jiang Kui summoned his magic sword to help. The power of the second-grade top-grade magic sword was much sharper when cutting on this mechanical puppet beast.

A moment later, with a roar, the mechanical puppet beast staggered and fell down and stopped moving.

With bursts of gasps, the passage returned to its rare quietness.

However, after everyone worked together to defeat the mechanical puppet, how to distribute the secret treasures in the iron box in its belly became a thorny problem.

"Why not just open it and see what treasure is inside? If anyone likes it, they can bid on it on the spot, and the spiritual stones and materials obtained can be divided equally among the others who helped."

Someone suggested this, and everyone nodded in agreement. So, in the end, a cultivator with the lowest level of cultivation opened the iron box.

There were no complicated restrictions on the iron box. It could be opened smoothly by simply turning the mechanism gently.

The monk looked into the box impatiently, and saw a second-grade top-grade flying sword lying quietly inside.

The shape of that small flying sword is very ancient, the patterns on the sword are delicate and exquisite, and the blade is flashing with a sharp cold light. You can tell at a glance that it is the work of a famous artist.

However, the second-grade top-grade magic weapon no longer aroused Jiang Kui's interest.

What she desires most now is the elixir that can help her form a pill, or the corresponding opportunity.

So she just glanced at the flying sword indifferently, with a hint of barely perceptible disappointment in her eyes.

"This is a second-grade high-quality flying sword. If it is placed outside, it can at least be exchanged for seven or eight acres of spiritual farmland. Who wants it?"

Jiang Kui spoke calmly to take charge of the situation. As the temporary team leader, she had this responsibility. As soon as she said this, a gleam of desire suddenly appeared in the eyes of the other people, and that light was filled with an eager yearning for wealth.

With just a short battle, one can reap such riches. No wonder everyone is so keen on adventure.

Then everyone started bidding, and the scene suddenly became lively.

In the end, the flying sword was won by the person with the highest bid. This person's face was filled with joy, and he put the magic sword into his storage bag with a smile, as if he had obtained a treasure of great value.

The magic weapon you just got cannot be used right away. It needs to be refined after being sacrificed. Otherwise, the magic power will not be coordinated. Using such a magic weapon to fight is simply seeking death.

Afterwards, he took out the magic weapons, pills, materials and other supplies he had obtained before, and carefully traded them to other monks who came to help.

In this way, everyone benefits and no one can say that their efforts are in vain.

Jiang Kui also took one. She didn’t care much about the number, she just wanted to fit in.

"Okay, the mechanical puppet beasts here have been eliminated. Let's go out and join the people from Nan Chumen."

Jiang Kui's voice broke the joyful atmosphere of the crowd, and everyone nodded.

This passage was specially allocated by Nan Chumen to Qingyuan Sect. After entering the secret storage, everyone quickly reached the first floor where there were many mechanisms.

The people from the Jiang family and the Bihu Gate seemed to have no interest in these little things in the fork in the road. They quickly cleared a path to the next level and ignored these mechanical puppets and what they were guarding.

The rest of the disciples from the major sects and the Jindan cultivators, after making some moves, discovered that the things here were only of the Qi Refining and Foundation Building level, and soon they no longer lingered here and rushed downwards.

Only the Nanchu Sect, the Lingmu League and other sects, which brought many Qi-refining and foundation-building disciples, did not rush to explore further, but chose to proceed step by step and clear out this area completely.

Apart from the passage, in a slightly open area, Chu Shen of Nan Chu Clan was in charge. With him there, the other unfamiliar cultivators would tactfully leave after seeing him.

When some powerful cultivators saw the Nanchumen sign, their reactions varied.

Those polite monks would smile, say hello, and then leave gracefully, their manners showing great elegance.

Although those impolite monks did not say hello, they left quietly, perhaps with a hint of fear in their eyes.

This is the value of a sect's signboard. Nan Chumen's signboard details are much better than Qingyuan Sect's. Otherwise, if Jiang Kui were here, who would recognize her?

When Chu Shen saw Jiang Kui and the others coming out, he asked with a smile:

"How was it? How was the harvest?"

"The harvest is not bad, Senior Chu, this level is not valuable, we are really wasting time, how about we go directly to the next level?"

The items in this layer of iron boxes are either talismans and magical instruments, or scriptures and elixirs, most of which are at the second level. Although they are of some help, Jiang Kui, who has a short life span, is obviously not interested in them.

Jiang Kui didn't care about these external things. She was eager to go to the next level as soon as possible.

"Oh! That's fine."

Chu Shen looked around and saw that this floor had been almost cleaned up. After the various puppet mechanisms were destroyed, the ground was littered with their remains, making it a mess.

"Let's go then."

After saying that, Chu Shen led the way, followed by a large group of cultivators. After they passed through a destroyed secret door and a long corridor, they soon came to another hall. This hall was slightly smaller than the one they entered. As they had spent quite a bit of time on the previous floor, there were already traces of many treasure hunters passing by here.

The fluctuation of spiritual power caused by the battle, the broken magic tools, and the several corpses lying horizontally made everyone, who had a smooth start, immediately realize that they were still in the midst of a cruel adventure.

"By the way, why don't you see Senior Chu Shencang?"

At this point, Jiang Kui couldn't help but ask the question in her mind, and Chu Shen answered casually:

"He couldn't hold it in anymore, so he left first. Don't worry about him."

Chu Shencang didn't care about these disciples. Now he didn't care about anything. He only wanted to seek the great way. So from the beginning, he hurried to the lowest level, fearing that he would fall behind others.

Jiang Kui was shocked. Without Chu Shencang, the most experienced Jindan cultivator, accompanying him, the trip became more dangerous.

But this could not dampen Jiang Kui's fighting spirit. If he could not get the chance to form a pill from now on, he would bury himself here completely.

In the world of Xuantian Waterfall, time flies by like a white horse, and three days pass in a hurry.

The spirit beasts that set out together at the beginning gradually distanced themselves from each other during this period of time. Some were like arrows shot from a bow, leaving the others far behind; some moved forward steadily, without panic; and others fell behind for various reasons.

In the deep river water, a large shadow quietly emerged. Next to this shadow, a figure that looked quite slender in comparison was particularly eye-catching.

"Hey, can you please go faster? If you swim so slowly, how long will it take you to swim these 80,000 miles?"

Qingnv's face was full of impatience. She was very dissatisfied with Yinbao's slow speed.

Yinbao walked leisurely in the water and responded carelessly:

"The master has specifically told me not to rush. Walking fast doesn't necessarily mean walking steadily. There are still three months left. Why rush?"

"Humph, if I hadn't been asked to take care of you, I would have left long ago. Just swim slowly by yourself."

As she spoke, Qingnv made a move to leave, and her body shot forward like an arrow. But after a moment, seeing that Yinbao remained unmoved, she could only turn back in a depressed mood.

"Why are you back again?" Yinbao looked silly, with a hint of doubt in his words.

Qingnv couldn't help but hit Yinbao with her tail, but for Yinbao, who had thick skin and flesh, it was just a tickle.

After being hit, Yin Bao was not angry. He thought for a moment and explained:

"It's not that I don't want to go fast, but my master reminded me that I must know how to build up my strength for the journey back in time. So I'm not being lazy, I'm building up my strength."

"Gathering strength?" Qingnv's face was full of doubt, and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"Yes, that's to build up momentum. I want to build up momentum to make a final push, so that the chances of success will be greater. If you don't believe me, just go ahead."

Although Yinbao's tone was honest and frank, it revealed a firmness.

Qingnv fell into deep thought at this time, secretly pondering the method of accumulating strength in her heart. If this was really what Fang Qingyuan said, then maybe there was some truth in it.

How could a Yuanying cultivator lie so much? And how could he deceive his own companion beast?

I didn't expect this guy to have this trick. It seems that my master asked me to follow Yinbao because he really understands Fang Qingyuan's thoughts.

On the Qinglong treasure ship above, Fang Qingyuan was also keeping a close eye on Yinbao.

Seeing that Yinbao was indeed the last one to fall, he smiled faintly and said slowly:

"Yinbao's personality is relatively simple. Although he is a little lazy, likes to eat and drink, and has no ambition... and other problems, he is not a bad person."

After hearing this, Qiqi, who was standing aside, curled her lips and looked disapproving. These problems are not over yet. You just dote on Yinbao too much.

Fang Qingyuan didn't care about Qiqi's reaction. He said:

"My requirements for Yinbao and Jinbao are not high. They are different from the orthodox Beast Taming Sect monks. They are the masters and the absolute controllers. My position of Yinbao and Jinbao is really 'old friends' who accompany each other."

"Old friend? Am I also at this stage?"

Qiqi said this inexplicably, Fang Qingyuan looked at her curiously and said:

"Of course we are friends, but are we old enough? That's hard to say. It will take dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of years before we can call each other old friends, haha."