At the same time, at the end of the stone bridge that Yuan Ming had just passed.
Ouyang Qiang held a palm-sized black pagoda in her hand, with electric light swirling on it, and jumped off the bridge and stepped onto the other side.
Behind her, only Huangfu Jue and a woman followed, none other than Fairy Yunluo.
She was wrapped in a white silk ribbon with a faint halo, and her whole body was covered with scorch marks from fire and lightning, making her look extremely miserable.
Huangfu Jue also looked very embarrassed, but his situation was much better than that of Fairy Yunluo.
As for the two masked elders, one tall and one short, they have disappeared.
"Island Master Yunluo, you are hiding deep enough, but you have so many tricks?" Huangfu Jue stared at Fairy Yunluo with surprise in his eyes.
"How can I compare my strength to that of Deputy Palace Master Huangfu? If not for the Palace Master's help, I would never have been able to survive the illusory test just now." Fairy Yunluo gasped and said with an ugly look on her face.
Huangfu Jue smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
Ouyang Qiang turned a deaf ear to the conversation behind her and stood still on the shore, looking at the ground in front of her.
There are many messy footprints on the ground, spreading forward, but these footprints are not very obvious.
"Let's go." Ouyang Qiang said softly as if talking to herself, and ran forward along the footprints without flying in the air.
Seeing this, Fairy Yunluo and Huangfu Jue hurriedly followed.
The three of them soon arrived at the mahogany loft.
People from Luojia Mountain, Bilongtan, and Heishamen are all here, and it looks like they have just arrived.
The three parties also suffered heavy losses. The Black Evil Sect came out alive, and only Mao Yi, the hunchbacked man and the black-armored man transformed into a black dragon turtle were left.
Mao Yi looked fine on the outside, but the hunchbacked man was completely black and smelled of burnt meat. There were no obvious injuries on the black-armored man, but his eyes were slightly dull, and he was obviously not feeling well.
There were also three people coming out of Luojia Mountain, namely Bai Yuan, the waitress, and the blond strong man named Gao Feng.
Bai Yuan was okay. The waiter and Gao Feng were seriously injured and were sitting on the ground adjusting their breathing.
There were only two people left alive on the Bilongtan side, Zhu Yu and a female demon cultivator with blue hair and blue eyes and blue scales all over her body.
This woman is a fifth-level peak demon cultivator. Her body scales are covered with scars from flames and lightning. She is also closing her eyes to heal her wounds at this moment.
None of the three parties seemed to have entered the attic. They each guarded the injured person and were on guard against each other.
Seeing the three people from Dongji Palace approaching, Bai Yuan and Zhu Yu looked away and ignored them.
Mao Yi's face was a little embarrassed.
Heishamen and Dongji Palace joined forces. Just now he saw people from Bilongtan and Luojia Mountain boarding the stone bridge, and he immediately followed them. He didn't call the people from Dongji Palace, which was really not very authentic.
Ouyang Qiang gave Mao Yi a cold look and did not complain, but it was obvious that the cooperation between the two parties had come to an end.
She turned her gaze and landed on the stone tablet next to the attic, her eyes brightening slightly.
However, she did not go in immediately. She found an open space some distance away from the other three parties and signaled Huangfu Jue and Fairy Yunluo to heal their injuries as soon as possible.
About an hour later, as the blue-haired female demon cultivator from Bilongtan stood up first, the rest of the people also stopped adjusting their breaths and rushed into the mahogany attic.
The hunchbacked man stood motionless, his brows slightly furrowed.
Seeing this, Mao Yi also stopped, glanced at the black-armored man who had already entered the attic, moved his lips slightly, and asked through the voice: "Demon Kuanglan, you..."
"This is the tomb of Emperor Yan, don't call me that name!" The hunchbacked man suddenly looked over and interrupted Mao Yi's words.
"My subordinate is careless." Mao Yi's face turned pale and he lowered his head in a hurry.
"Danwang Pavilion was destroyed by the Holy Cult back then, and the two sides were sworn enemies. Although the old man Yanhuang died long ago, he was still at the pinnacle of Dharma during his lifetime. If he could not leave behind a backup plan to target the demonic cultivators, even in the future,
Chuanyin, also call me by my pseudonym." The hunchbacked man Chuanyin said.
"Yes, Master Jiang Liu." Mao Yi said through the message.
The hunchbacked man looked away and looked forward.
"Lord Jiang Liu, the Duibao Pavilion in the Fire Refining Secret Realm has arrived. The old man Yanhuang took away half of the Danwang Pavilion back then. There should be some good things in it, which can just add some wealth to you. We'd better go in quickly to avoid getting hurt.
The things were taken away." Mao Yi glanced into the attic and said.
"No need, the things here are of no use to me, you can go ahead, I have more important things to do." The hunchbacked man said.
After saying this, without waiting for Mao Yi to agree, he turned into a ray of silver light, ran straight ahead, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Mao Yi opened his mouth, but the hunchbacked man had disappeared, so he had to swallow his words again and quickly entered the mahogany loft.
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On the other side, after Yuan Ming passed through the stone wall, he was empty and landed on the ground again.
He subconsciously operated the Demonic Elephant Prison Suppression Technique, mobilizing the power of Qi and blood to protect his body. A spiritual light flashed above his head, and a yellow mountain peak about a foot high appeared, with yellow runes looming on the surface. Although it was small in appearance, it gave people a feeling of being immovable.
, a feeling of indestructibility.
Rays of yellow light hung down from the yellow mountain peaks, covering his body.
This object is Hou Tufeng's magic weapon. It has been completely refined over the past hundred years. Sixteen defense-type runes are engraved inside. In terms of defensive ability, it is definitely the first among his many magic weapons.
After doing this, Yuan Ming glanced around.
The light here was bright, and he appeared in a spacious hall.
After waiting for a moment and seeing that there was no danger coming, Yuan Ming relaxed slightly and his eyes fell on a tall mahogany table directly in front of him.
I saw two things placed on the left and right of the table.
The one on the left is a strange-looking red three-legged round cauldron, which is as tall as a person. There are many hollow patterns and strange runes on it. There are twelve slightly larger holes around the furnace body, which seem to be inlaid with gems.
, glowing with twelve different colors, very gorgeous and exquisite.
The scorching heat emitted by the red round tripod, even though it was far away, still made Yuan Ming feel as if he was in a volcano. His whole body felt like being pricked by needles, and even the Houtu Peak and Blood Gang Shield could not withstand it.
In addition to the terrifying high temperature, there are also bursts of strange aroma coming from the round tripod, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.
"What kind of cauldron is this? It seems to be an alchemy furnace. It's so exquisite. The Sun and Moon Flame Furnace is far inferior to it!" Yuan Ming couldn't help but admire it.
His eyes immediately turned and looked to the right side of the case. There was a half-finger-thick golden book, made of something like silk or jade, with four large characters engraved in ancient seal script on the cover: "Secret Code of the King of Alchemy".
Yuan Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
This is indeed the inheritance place of Danwang Pavilion. Could it be that what is recorded in the Danwang Secret Code is the many pill prescriptions collected by Danwang Pavilion?
Although he was agitated, Yuan Ming did not rush forward to retrieve the treasure, but his eyes fell behind the case.
There, there was also a grand master's chair, with a mummy sitting on it with a golden sword.
The mummy was shriveled all over, with sunken eye sockets. The sparse white hair on its head was tied into a somewhat funny bun. Although it was wearing a large black robe embroidered with gold patterns, it was not decayed, but it seemed incompatible with the corpse.
Although Yuan Ming did not detect the slightest breath of life from this mummy, he vaguely felt a bit of spiritual light from it. It was different from the remnant soul, but more like a divine thought preserved through a secret method.
Often this kind of retained spiritual thought represents some kind of obsession or last wish of the deceased during his lifetime.
The identity of the mummy was not difficult to guess, so just as Yuan Ming was about to step forward, the mummy, which had no life breath at all, suddenly started to move, and a powerful aura suddenly came out of it, filling the entire hall in an instant.
Yuan Ming was instantly forced back by this aura, and took more than ten steps back before he could barely stand still.
The mummy stood up slowly. There seemed to be air currents surging around his body, lifting up the black robe with gold embroidery that was lying on his body. Two ghostly lights shone in his deeply sunken eye sockets, and he looked at Yuan
Ming.
Yuan Ming's body tensed up and he clenched his fists subconsciously.
The mummy's eyes quickly moved away, landing on the Yanhuang Ruyi Stick in Yuan Ming's right hand, and raised his hand to make a move.
The Emperor Yan's Ruyi Stick came out of his hand, burned through the rear earth peak shield silently, and flew towards the mummy.
Yuan Ming was anxious and intended to take back his belongings, but the pressure from the explosion of mummies was so strong that it was difficult for him to move at the moment, and he could only watch helplessly as the stick fell into the opponent's hands.
"You're back..." the mummy said softly, stroking the stick with its fingers, as if chatting with an old friend.
The red light on the Yanhuang Ruyi Stick flashes continuously, as if communicating with the mummy.
When Yuan Ming saw this scene, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.
Could it be that the Yanhuang Ruyi Stick contains a weapon spirit? He has made many inspections over the years and found no weapon spirit inside the stick.
"Your Excellency, you are the senior Yanhuang old man? I am honored to meet you." Yuan Ming waited for a while and couldn't help but said when he saw that the mummy was still stroking the Yanhuang Ruyi Stick.
Those people behind him could catch up at any time, so he didn't have much time to delay.
"This is Old Man Yanhuang, what's your name?" The mummy then came back to look at Yuan Ming, and a majestic voice sounded in Yuan Ming's sea of consciousness.
As the voice sounded, the terrifying pressure that enveloped the entire hall increased again.
"Your Excellency, Yuan Ming, comes from the East Extreme Sea and has met my predecessors." Yuan Ming hurriedly activated his soul power to resist the pressure, and his voice barely remained calm.
"My magic power is average, my body is well tempered, and my soul is quite powerful. No wonder you can barely withstand half of my pressure. Are you a soul cultivator?" Old Man Yanhuang looked Yuan Ming up and down, and the terrifying aura around him
It recedes like a tide.
"Yes." Yuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief and did not hide anything.
"The soul is stronger, and it does have more advantages in alchemy. Which disciple of the Danwang Pavilion are you? What level of alchemy skills have you reached?" Old Yanhuang asked again.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint my senior. I'm just a casual cultivator from Dongjihai, not a descendant of the Alchemy King Pavilion. As for alchemy, I have studied the art of alchemy a little, but I am not an alchemist." Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment, and planned to tell the truth.