The Black Corpse Konjac was important after all, so he folded another golden elixir puppet and put it in. An Qingli thought for a moment with a deep brow, then took out a dead branch and scattered the pile of spiritual stones with a wave of his strength.
The dead branches did not disappear immediately.
An Qingli counted the time, while Bingfeng Xiaolingxi also stared at the place he had previously targeted.
It only locked the approximate location, which is not very accurate.
The waiting time always passes a little slowly.
Suddenly, the dead branches disappeared, and the pile of spiritual stones returned to its original state.
On a certain stone wall, there were some slight fluctuations in spiritual power, which might not be detectable even in the Tribulation Realm, but they were still spotted by Bingfeng and Xiaolingxi with their astonishing eyesight.
"Locked!" Xiao Lingxi shouted excitedly.
An Qingli pondered, but did not immediately control the Mustard Seed Space to enter. Instead, he used a flying sword to go first instead of her.
This flying sword is only a magical weapon, which has been completely refined by An Qingli. It is often used during the foundation building period, and is shelved after the golden elixir.
The flying sword flew towards the place where the spiritual power fluctuated.
Bingfeng and Xiaolingxi all said that they did not find any runic restrictions at the place where the spiritual power fluctuated. Perhaps the treasure was simply embedded in the wall.
Black Yam's cries for help became louder and louder, still vaguely filled with sadness and anger of unrealized ambitions.
The flying sword approached the wall, and without any explanation, he immediately thrust it hard into the wall, trying to take out the hidden treasure.
But just when the flying sword touched the surface of the strong body, there was a "buzz" sound, and the scene in the entire tomb suddenly changed.
The tomb suddenly fell into endless darkness.
It's the kind of darkness where nothing can see the light, and even Bingfeng and Little Lingxi can't see through it.
"How could it be possible?!" Xiao Jintan exclaimed, "How could Black Yam's ability appear?"
But it was clear that the connection between Hei Yao and Qing Li was not broken, and they were still weak and calling for help.
An Qingli's heart moved. He had lost contact with Feijian. He must have been silently melted and swallowed by the whirlpool in the darkness.
"I still underestimated that fairy weapon." An Qingli's heartstrings tightened, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited, "That fairy weapon may be able to extract the abilities of the person who was sucked in."
"Ah? So powerful!" Little Pegasus exclaimed.
An Qingli said: "If the sect's historical data is correct, it is an immortal artifact that has disappeared from the Bianlan Realm for 300,000 years - the Haotian Stone Book!"
Xiao Jin Tancuo said in astonishment: "Things from 300,000 years ago. It is said that people in the upper world could go to the lower world at will at that time. It is indeed a good thing!"
"Of course it's a good thing. It's one of the few oldest antiques in the history of Bianlan Realm." An Qingli's mind was racing. It was best to find a way to get such a good thing.
But it's not easy to win, not to mention that Black Taro, who claims to be invincible, is still trapped in the Haotian Stone Book like a specimen.
I don’t know why this Haotian Stone Book is in a prince’s tomb. Logically speaking, it is such a treasure. It is more than enough to be used as a tomb treasure in the tomb of the First Emperor.
"It's about to happen!" the little Pegasus whispered, and looked at the master's head which showed that the luck was not bad, it was still white with a little bit of red luck.
"That's not necessarily the case." Bingfeng poured cold water on him, "I forgot how Yue Hongyun didn't exist. Most of them died because of the great luck. Knowing that great luck may not be a good thing."
However, as far as the series of things that happened to Yue Hongyun was concerned, it would be difficult for him to deny his great fortune.
Heaven gives great luck and then takes it back, as if it were a joke.
An Qingli frowned and spent all his money to create a soulless space.
There is no spiritual energy fluctuation in the soulless space. It is smaller than dust and has been refined by An Qingli. I hope it can penetrate that darkness.
An Qingli sensed the direction of the black taro and used his mind to control the inanimate space to quickly approach the place where the stone book was.
The Haotian Stone Book is embedded under the thick stone wall, almost integrated with the stone wall.
"Black taro!" An Qingli suddenly used his mind and called out.
"Here..." Hei Yao couldn't speak, so he could only respond with his thoughts.
Now he can't see his own body at all, only his soul, which is imprisoned in nothingness.
Yes, it is nothingness.
This nothingness is more terrifying than its boundless darkness.
In its boundless darkness, at least you can still hear sounds, but in this void, no matter how much you shout or make noise, you won't be able to attract anyone.
Black Yam's heart was filled with coldness, thinking about the fate of his life.
Moreover, it can clearly feel that its soul power is still being extracted bit by bit, and even its most proud innate magical powers seem to be being stripped away bit by bit.
The panic and fear in my heart is no different from being bullied.
The soulless space has been in the tomb for a long time, and it keeps trying to get closer and drill into the stone wall, but it is always blocked by the darkness. Fortunately, the time has passed, and it has not been collected by the Haotian Stone Book.
The Haotian Stone Book has no owner.
It seems that the key to triggering this stone book lies in the pile of particularly coveted spiritual stones.
"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs!" An Qingli frowned, manipulated the mustard seed space, resolutely entered the tomb, approached the place where the spiritual power fluctuated, and took back the non-spiritual space.
Mustard Seed Space is of extremely high quality.
The boundless darkness of Black Taro can only make the mustard space dark, but it cannot stop the mustard space from moving forward.
The Mustard Seed space was slightly hindered and the speed was slightly slower, but it still passed through the darkness and entered the stone wall.
Once inside the stone wall, the mustard space is like traveling through a maze full of obstacles, with twists and turns and extremely slow movement.
An Qingli thought, and the tip of a spiritual treasure's sword emerged from the mustard space a little bit.
The sharp sword flashed, piercing the hard masonry and opening the way for the mustard space.
Darkness spread immediately, filling the small path.
An Qingli manipulated the Mustard Seed space and walked vertically forward a foot in the stone wall, finally stopping in front of the ancient fairy artifact through a thin layer of bricks.
"Since we can meet, it is fate between you and me." An Qingli's voice came out of the mustard space and spoke to the Haotian stone book behind the bricks.
Most of the immortal weapons have spirits, and they do not necessarily have spiritual wisdom, but they have a natural affinity for certain people and objects.
Just like An Qingli and Mustard Seed Space, after bleeding, the master was successfully recognized, and even the refining was extremely simple.
And this Haotian Stone Book has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. According to Chang Li, it should have given birth to a weapon spirit, and a high-level weapon spirit. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that like the Mustard Seed Space, it has experienced a major change and the weapon spirit has been wiped out.
, or the special situation of falling asleep.
There was no response in the boundless darkness, and An Qingli's voice continued in the darkness: "It would be a pity to be buried underground as a funerary object. Release the black taro, follow me, refine the Ascension Pill, and take you to heaven."
There was still no response in the darkness.
The smelting fire sensed the location of the magical weapon, and half of the smelting fire came out of the mustard space. He said excitedly: "Follow me, and I can take you to continue to advance. Maybe one day, you will get the magical weapon!"