"It's here, this place looks the weakest." The desolate gaze quickly fell on a slightly sunken part in the middle of Qingyu. He flipped his hand and took out the mother-child sword.

With a "kneel", he summoned a sword and cast a spell to activate it.

A very thin sword ray shot out from the sword and stabbed into the depression of Qingyu.

With a slight sound of "doles", Qingyu was stabbed into a small pit, but it was not pierced.

"This jade is so hard!" A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Luo's eyes.

This sword is a top-grade magic weapon with seven layers of prohibition. The sword light emitted by it can easily penetrate even if it is thick iron sheets, but it cannot penetrate the green jade.

He pursed his lips, and the magic trick in his hand changed. The Zijian immediately rotated like a drill bit, and the sword light shot also turned rapidly and slowly sank into the Qingyu.

After a few breaths, a "pop" sounded through, and a rich fragrance came.

Chen Luo hurriedly made a gesture to hold the sword, and a hole the size of a chopstick was drilled into the jade, several inches deep.

Through the holes, you can vaguely see the milky white liquid inside, emitting a strange fragrance.

"It's indeed the thousand-year-old spiritual breast!" He was happy and asked.

The thousand-year-old spiritual milk also contains water, and was immediately triggered by the water control technique, and a small stream of spiritual milk flew out of the hole.

Leaving Qingyu, these spiritual breasts were truly presented in front of Shen Luo. Although they were creamy and white all over, they also had a hint of yellow, and their color was not very pure.

"Sure enough, taking out these spiritual milks is not enough now. I wonder if it will affect the efficacy of the medicine." Chen Luo said in his heart, took out a white jade bottle, took over these spiritual milks, and filled half a bottle.

The white spiritual milk rippled gently in the bottle, making the fragrance swell, making people unable to help but take a sip.

However, Chen Luo has been investigated. Although the spiritual milk among these stones is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, it has the effect of living dead and flesh and bones, it also contains a lot of stone energy and cannot be taken directly, otherwise it will harden the internal organs and be harmful and useless.

"According to classics, the effect of the Thousand Years of Spirit Milk is too strong. If you want to refine it into a pill, you need a very powerful alchemy method. You can only go to Chang'an to find it." As he thought about it, he put away the jade bottle and murmured.

He then blocked the hole in the jade and put it into the storage magic tool.

After the strange fragrance in the air dissipated, it fell and removed the water cover in the room and went to bed to rest.

"Who is that old man? He can figure out the purpose of my visit to Tangqiu County and the location of the Thousand Years of Spiritual Milk. It is clearly a person with great supernatural powers. Why do he want to be a liar? Could it be that he is playing in the world?" His thoughts fluctuated.

No matter who the person is or what purpose he has, after dawn, Chen Luo planned to search again. First, thank the other party for helping him find the thousand-year-old spiritual breasts, and second, he did not want to miss this kind of master. Maybe he would have to ask for something in the future.

The night passed quickly, and as soon as it was dawn, he got up and left the room and came to the foot of Baihua Mountain.

The old monk said yesterday that he would come here to see photos today.

But Chen Luo waited until the sun was noon, and the old monk and his disciples still did not appear.

In addition to sinking, many people also came here to wait.

When the sun was falling, the old monk still did not show up, so everyone had to disperse.

Chen Luo did not leave. After everyone dispersed, he came to the place where the old monk set up his stall yesterday and released the shadow Gu.

Xiao Zi fell to the ground, lay down on her body, sniffed her nose a few times on the ground, and then suddenly flew forward.

Seeing this, Chen Luo hurriedly followed.

Xiao Zi took Chen Luo for a walk outside the city for a while, and finally came to a deserted ancient temple in the north of the city, and cooed at Chen Luo twice.

Chen Luo frowned slightly, and Xiao Zi's cry meant that after she arrived here, the smell suddenly stopped and it could not continue to track it.

"Thank you for your hard work, go and rest." He waved his hand and put Xiao Zi back into the bag, walked into the ancient temple and searched, but there was no clue at all.

"How could the smell be interrupted? There is no water source here. Could it be that the old man flew away? If he was really a master, it would be impossible." Chen Luo stood outside the temple and murmured to himself.

If the other party really flew away in the sky, the smell would go with the wind and drifted very quickly. According to the Yaoxian Collection, Shadow Gu could not be tracked in only half a day.

Chen Luo was not willing to give up, so he stayed in Tangqiu County for two days, searching outside the city every day, but unfortunately he never found the trace of the old man.

In desperation, he had to give up, leave Tangqiu County, and punch a magic armour talisman on each of his legs, and head straight for Chang'an.

...

Three days later.

Shen Luo stood on a high slope, looking forward from afar.

Hundreds of feet away from here is an extremely magnificent city with a wall of hundreds of feet high. It is made of huge pieces of green jade. It looks both spectacular and clean.

The huge city wall extends to both sides, spreading to the end of the field of view, with no margin at all.

Compared with it, people are as insignificant as ants.

It is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an.

Outside Chang'an City is a moat hundreds of feet wide. The rivers are surging and rustling, which is not inferior to some big rivers.

White jade bridges are built on the moat, connecting the city gates, and people are passing by.

Teams of imperial guards patrolled back and forth on the city walls and the White Jade Bridge. These imperial guards were all wearing bright silver armor, holding spears, and their feet were making noises, and each showed majestic power.

From afar, within the city wall, there are wide roads, dense convoys, pedestrians, tall buildings, palaces rising from the ground, stretching forward in a row, with no end at all.

Countless rivers pass through the city, with blue waves rippling, and boats sailing on them, thousands of sails compete and hundreds of boats compete.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Chen Luo's eyes showed a look of surprise.

Although he had heard people talk about the spectacularity of Chang'an and the capital of a country, he was still shocked when he saw it.

Jianye City is also a city of the Tang Dynasty. The city is full of streets and bustling traffic, but compared with Chang'an City in front of you, it looks like a small and old county town.

"Chang'an City is worthy of being the capital of the Tang Dynasty. The surrounding countries surrender. Just looking at the majesty of this capital, other countries will feel the desire to surrender." Chen Luo sighed in his heart.

Not only was the city large in scale, but as soon as he approached Chang'an City, he realized that the spiritual energy of the world in this place was much richer than that in other places.

Chen Luo was not surprised by this. Chang'an City is the place where the spiritual veins meet in the entire Nanzhan Continent, and it is an excellent spiritual vein blessed place. Otherwise, the founding king of the Tang Dynasty would not have established his capital here.
Chapter completed!