The black clouds sank, raging like black dragons, covering the sky full of stars. The night in the dark forest was particularly desolate. The deep darkness was accompanied by the sounds of beasts roaring one after another. In this lonely forest, a kind of

A tragic and terrifying atmosphere.

Deep in the forest, on a remote rock wall, there is an extremely inconspicuous small cave. Wisps of dim light are revealed from the gaps at the cave entrance, making it look misty and mysterious.

A looming figure looked dim and shadowy under the dim light.

"This cave is extremely hidden and cannot be discovered by ordinary warriors or Yuan beasts! I can stay in the cave for just three days to recover from all my injuries."

In the cave, a young man with slender black hair and black eyes sat on a knee-high rock. The young man was carrying a blood-colored spear and his clothes were somewhat tattered. He was throwing the dry firewood beside him into the bonfire.

A small black dog the size of a palm was suspended opposite the bonfire. At this time, the little black dog rubbed its chin with its small paws and said with a smile: "This cave is really good. If the entrance of the cave is hidden, almost no one will find it, boy."

!You can take a look at Liu Che's Qiankun Bag. With Chu Ba City's background, the contents of Liu Che's Qiankun Bag should be worth a lot of money."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen nodded and took out a blood-stained Qiankun bag from his waist. As soon as the Niwan Palace moved, his spiritual power penetrated into the Qiankun bag.

After a while, Zhuo Wen's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, and he stuttered slightly: "Xiao Hei, there seems to be a life talisman in Liu Che's Qiankun bag!"

Xiao Hei, who was originally leisurely and contented, almost fell to the ground after hearing these words. His small black eyes were full of disbelief, and he said: "What? There is also a life talisman? This... is that old man Wuji?

You actually gave Liu Che three natal talismans?"

"It should be!"

With that said, Zhuo Wen reached out with his right hand and took out a golden talisman with strange symbols painted on the surface directly from the Qiankun bag. It was the natal talisman.

"It's really a destiny talisman! This old man Wuji is really generous. He actually gave Liu Che three destiny talismans at once. But if the old man Wuji knew that two of the destiny talismans fell into your hands, I wonder if he would

Will he be so angry that he vomits blood?" After the shock, Xiao Hei suddenly sneered, his face full of gloating.

Zhuo Wen also smiled, and he was also looking forward to it. If the old man Wuji knew that the life talisman he had worked so hard to refine fell into the hands of Zhuo Wen, who he wanted to kill, I wonder what kind of expression he would show?

Zhuo Wen solemnly took this natal talisman into his arms. Zhuo Wen knew that these two natal talismans would become his sharpest trump cards. At least with these two talismans, there should be no big problem in being promoted to the third floor of the Yuanqi Tower.

yes.

Zhuo Wen explored Liu Che's Qiankun Bag again and found that except for the most precious talisman, other things were basically not of much use to him. For example, some high-level spiritual treasures and heaven-level armor skills had very little effect on him.

So Zhuo Wen just took a cursory look and stuffed them all into his Qiankun bag.

Although these are of little help to him, after the battle for the Yuanqi Tower is over, he can definitely bring them back to the Zhuo family. After all, the development of the Zhuo family requires a lot of resources, and these things are priceless treasures to the Zhuo family.

"Huh? This is..."

Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's eyes focused on a remote corner in the space of the Qiankun Bag. In that corner, a somewhat incomplete piece of cloth was lying quietly. For some reason, Zhuo Wen actually felt a wave of energy in this broken piece of cloth.

The smell of taboo.

"A piece of cloth actually gives me an aura of fear. This piece of cloth is a bit unusual!" Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, feeling that this broken piece of cloth was not simple.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen made a move with his right hand and immediately grabbed the piece of cloth in his hand. The cloth was extremely small, only the size of Zhuo Wen's palm. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary thing, but Zhuo Wen's mental power was extremely strong and sharp.

, you can feel the strange fluctuations in the cloth.

This fluctuation is very special. If it weren't for Zhuo Wen's keen senses, he would have thought that this piece of cloth was just an ordinary thing and wouldn't have paid more attention to it.

"Xiao Hei! This piece of cloth is a little strange. Can you recognize what it is?" After thinking hard to no avail, Zhuo Wen finally turned to Xiao Hei in front of him.

At this time, Xiao Hei frowned slightly, and a pair of small black eyes stared straight at the cloth in Zhuo Wen's palm. A rare look of solemnity appeared on his face. When Zhuo Wen took out the cloth, Xiao Hei was already

I focused my attention on this fabric.

"Boy! The fluctuation on this cloth is extremely powerful, and it is also a mental fluctuation. The power of this fluctuation may have far exceeded that of a fourth- or even fifth-grade arcanist. If this Lord Long is right,

The former owner of this cloth was probably a sixth-grade arcanist." Xiao Hei said with a solemn expression.

"Hiss! Sixth-grade arcanist?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but take a breath. You must know that the status of the arcanist in the Qingxuan Dynasty is already beyond Zhuo Wen's imagination!

As a fourth-grade arcanist, Lü Nantian, as the Marquis of Qin, did not dare to offend him too much. If he was a fifth-grade arcanist, Lü Nantian would have to be respectful. Even the Qing Emperor of the Qingxuan Dynasty did not dare to offend him.

The fifth-grade arcanist is arrogant!

There is no such powerful existence as a sixth-grade arcane master in the entire Qingxuan Dynasty. I am afraid that only among the giant powers in the East, such as the sixth-grade arcane master, such as Qinglong Palace,

Chia Theological Seminary, etc.

Soon, Zhuo Wen's eyes became extremely hot, staring at the cloth in his palm, and said: "It actually belongs to a sixth-grade arcanist. That is a legendary existence! What such an existence leaves behind must not be simple.

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"But this cloth looks tattered. Even if it belongs to a sixth-grade arcanist, I'm afraid it won't be a treasure, right?" Xiao Hei looked at the ordinary cloth in front of him with some suspicion.

Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "Arcanist's methods are varied. You can't see the specialness of this cloth, but I can feel it!"

Zhuo Wen practices the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" of Wan Yan Sect, and his mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary third-level arcanists. Now Zhuo Wen's mental power is probably not weaker than that of fourth-level Xiaocheng.

He is an arcanist, but the quality of his mental power is much worse than that of a fourth-level arcanist. Even so, Zhuo Wen's mental power far exceeds that of a third-level arcanist.

"That makes some sense. If you try to use your mental power to sense the cloth, you might be able to see the differences contained in the cloth." Xiao Hei nodded and said seriously.

"kindness!"

As he spoke, Zhuowen Niwan Palace moved, and its vast sea-like spiritual power surged out and penetrated into the cloth in his palm.

"Well? Is there any resistance?"

When Zhuo Wen's mental power came into contact with the cloth, he immediately felt the strange fluctuations on the surface of the cloth, as if it had turned into a copper wall, directly blocking Zhuo Wen's mental power.

"Break it for me!"

As soon as his eyes were focused, the Niwan Palace in the sea of ​​​​consciousness buzzed softly, and an even greater amount of spiritual power suddenly surged out, turning into a sharp blade, instantly piercing the obstruction on the surface of the cloth, and entering smoothly

In the cloth.

After breaking through the fluctuations around the cloth, Zhuo Wen felt like the stars were moving in front of him, like time and space traveling. The scene in front of him turned into a spiral black hole, and his mind was directly sucked into this black hole.

"here it is……"

When Zhuo Wen opened his eyes, he saw that the scene in front of him was a vast starry sky. Under the starry sky was an endless dark void. Zhuo Wen was suspended in this void, looking at the starry sky with confusion.

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boom!

Suddenly, the star closest to Zhuo Wen suddenly exploded, and Zhuo Wen couldn't help but cover his eyes with the blazing light. When Zhuo Wen reopened his eyes, he was surprised to find that a figure with fluttering clothes emerged from there.

Walking slowly among the exploding stars.

This is an old man, with white hair and a boyish face, and a white beard. As he walks casually, he is thousands of feet away, and a fairy-like temperament escapes from the old man.

The old man held a whisk in his hand, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle suddenly stared at Zhuo Wen. There was a blazing light in the depth of his eyes, and he immediately laughed and said: "Little friend, I really didn't expect that you could actually get what I left behind."

The cloth! I didn’t expect that, little friend, you are also an arcanist.”

As he said that, the old man looked at Zhuo Wen carefully and nodded repeatedly: "My little friend is very lucky. He actually possesses the Wan Yan Sect's "Wan Yan Zhen Jing". This mysterious skill is extremely rare! Hey, there is actually a saint.

The breath of the talisman is the Holy Talisman of Ice and Fire and the Holy Talisman of Wind and Thunder, but unfortunately they are both incomplete."

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen's heart rolled like a turbulent sea. Who was the old man in front of him? He even found out the biggest secrets about him, the Wind and Thunder Holy Talisman and the Ice Flame Holy Talisman. He also pointed out that these two holy talismans were incomplete.

of.

"Who is this old guy? How do you know the secrets about me? Xiao Hei, do you know the identity of this old guy?" Zhuo Wen's face was full of horror, and he quickly sent a message to Xiao Hei in his heart.

But what shocked Zhuo Wen was that no matter how he called Xiao Hei, he got no response at all.

"There is no need to try to call your soul body in the sea of ​​consciousness. The place you are in now is the spiritual world created by me, and you cannot have any contact with the outside world at all." The old man smiled slightly, with an unfathomable look on his face.

color.

"No way! This old man even knows about Xiao Hei's existence..."

After calling Xiao Hei to no avail, Zhuo Wen knew that what the old man said should be true, and that the place he was in should be the spiritual world of creation that the old man said.
Chapter completed!