Doomsday tour

All the way to the upper floor of the pagoda, there are many shelves on each floor, but it can be seen that they have been emptied, and the two of them still got nothing after climbing to the No.12 floor.The twelfth floor is smaller than some of the floors below. Zuo Qingyan looked at the dust on the shelves with different thicknesses and the shapes of the treasures on the dust and sighed: "Look, this one must be for the jade pupil slip."

"Jade Tongjian?" Rong Zijie asked without shame when he heard an unfamiliar term.

"Well, it's something made of a special material that can hold a lot of information."

"Is it information materials? I remember that your earth already has primitive computers - not even AI, really... The external memory is mainly based on magneto-optical recording materials and phase-change optical disc materials; the memory is mainly silicon-based semiconductors. Materials?" Rong Zijie asked.

Zuo Qingyan's dazed eyes made Rong Zijie realize his mistake. This guy is based on the knowledge structure of people on earth more than a hundred years ago, so he can't understand what he is talking about at all!

Rong Zijie said helplessly: "Go ahead, you just talked about Yutong Jian."

"Oh, jade pupil slips, generally made of jade, but also made of specially processed bamboo slices, which is more troublesome, but fortunately the price is cheap, ordinary people can't understand the things in the jade pupil slips, they must be cultivators Only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can use their spiritual sense to obtain the knowledge in the Jade Eye Slip." Zuo Qingyan said that what he knew was also exciting, and pointed to the shelf and said, "Look at this shelf, it must be the secret book of sect specialization It's a pity that the jade pupils are all taken away, hey..."

"I don't think you've read many jade pupil slips..." Rong Zijie muttered in a low voice, silently checking around to see if there were any leftovers from the cultivation world.

"Why is there such a big vase here? Is it just for decoration?" Rong Zijie asked, pointing to the vase taller than a person beside the shelf.

"Who knows, Martial Arts always have some strange hobbies, maybe such a big bottle stuffed with corpses or something, it's a good place to destroy corpses and wipe out traces." Zuo Qingyan said casually.

Rong Zijie was embarrassed, he knocked on the bottle very seriously, and said in surprise, "There is something inside."

Zuo Qingyan, who was dazed by the side, jumped up, and arrived in front of Rong Zijie as if teleporting, and stuck the big vase on it.

"Sacred Artifact, Divine Artifact, Divine Artifact..." Zuo Qingyan murmured intoxicatedly with his eyes closed.

Rong Zijie had nothing to say, even if he didn't care about the national conditions of the cultivation world, he wouldn't think that artifacts were hidden in vases.He once found a book of fairy tales in the snow mountain camp, and there were quite a few demons in bottles.I hope people in the comprehension world don't like to watch this.

"Back away, I'll come!" Zuo Qingyan pushed Rong Zijie away, gathered the spiritual energy in his hand, and prepared to break the bottle to get the treasure.

Rong Zijie didn't expect to argue with this obsessed companion, and silently retreated to the rear, drew out his weapon and was ready to support at any time.

Condensing the air into a sword, the vase burst immediately with one blow, and the contents inside rolled out instantly. It turned out to be a rusty iron sword that looked more broken than a moldy peach wood sword.

Both of them stared at the rusty iron sword in a daze.

"Is this the legendary sword that is sharp when it is polished, and a magic weapon when it is removed?" Zuo Qingyan squatted in front of the rusted sword and muttered to himself.

"It's not scientific." Rong Zijie broke his fantasy.

"Climbed twelve flights of stairs to find a rusty sword... I think this trip hurts." Zuo Qingyan said with a sad face.

"...It's okay." After all, Rong Zijie got some shark oil, "Do you still want to go up and see?"

"Of course, there must be something good on the last floor!" Zuo Qingyan, who was beaten several times and still full of confidence, clenched his fists and said.

Although Rong Zijie was noncommittal on the surface, he was not optimistic about this treasure hunting operation in his heart. The main reason was that all signs showed that the Tongshen sect, from the head elders to the ordinary gang members, were all stingy and stingy, and there was not even a grain left in the granary. Mi's guy wants to leave treasures in Duobao Pagoda... Hmph, how is it possible?

But even so, Rong Zijie still couldn't dampen Zuo Qingyan's interest at the moment, so he followed him up to the thirteenth floor.

As soon as they stepped onto the thirteenth floor, the two were startled by the sight in front of them.

The entire thirteenth floor is smaller than the twelfth floor, but at any rate it is several hundred square meters, surrounded by ever-burning lights. Between the two pillars was a pitch-black pool. Two arm-thick iron chains were dragged down from the pillars. In the center of the pool was a man whose hands were bound by iron chains. It was dragged all the way to the ground, and he sat cross-legged on the red lotus platform between the two iron pillars. The lotus platform was placed on the pool, and the black water in the pool was faintly flowing. He didn't seem to notice anyone coming, quietly, like Sleepy.

The red lotus sitting on the Wuchi is a seal of the Tongshen sect, and the object of the seal is naturally the man in white on the lotus platform.

Rong Zijie frowned unknowingly. Although there was freedom of punishment on the mother planet, it never bound the hands and feet of the prisoner. This punishment of chaining the prisoner would definitely be severely punished.

"Magic cultivator?" Zuo Qingyan murmured.

The person on the lotus platform slowly opened his eyes, his blood-colored pupils seemed to be filled with the aura of war and killing, and his original quiet and peaceful temperament with plain clothes and black hair was instantly destroyed.

"Aren't you from the Tongshen sect?" the man in white on the lotus platform asked, although he was questioning, his tone was full of clarity.

"How did senior know?" Zuo Qingyan called senior as soon as he came up, obviously not wanting to offend this demon cultivator.

Although the magic cultivator is also a way of the Tao, there are not a few demon cultivators who have survived the catastrophe since ancient times. He committed a heinous crime, but now that the Tongshen Sect is gone, it's okay to be more polite to this magic cultivator who is sealed here.

"How dare Xiaoxiao from the Tongshen faction come here? Even when the Ju faction withdrew from here, they didn't dare to come here to disturb me." The man in white smiled disdainfully, his expression indifferent and arrogant.Although imprisoned, she does not lose her elegance in the slightest.

Zuo Qingyan had the urge to ask him how he was caught, but reason told him that this was not a good question, nor was it a good time to satisfy his curiosity.

"Boy, let me ask you, what happened in the realm of comprehension? Why did the Tongshen sect give up their thousand-year foundation and move away from this place?" the man in white asked again.

"Seniors don't know that not long ago, the heaven and earth changed dramatically, and the aura of Kyushu dissipated. Today, the aura of the earth and the earth is not as good as that of the year. The world of cultivation had to be moved away from the earth due to this catastrophe. Now there are only cultivators left in Kyushu who have not had time to leave. And goblins." Zuo Qingyan said as he cupped his hands.

"So that's how it is. The Destroying Spirit Formation in the Duobao Pagoda is really extraordinary. I have been here for hundreds of years and have not been able to absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth. Leave me here?! Wuyouzi, you trapped me here a hundred years ago with all your tricks, but now you are so short-sighted, you are so stupid!" The man in white suddenly laughed, and the water in the black pond that was originally silent suddenly surged up , the air began to surge violently, and Zuo Qingyan unknowingly took half a step back due to the overwhelming momentum.

Suddenly, the rusty iron sword in Zuo Qingyan's hand hummed, and the man in white swept his bloody eyes, and a sneer appeared on his thin lips: "The sword comes—"

The Rusty Sword soared into the air, and descended in the air with the momentum of Mount Tai, heading straight for the iron chain!