Didn't the old man surnamed Lu really know that Mu Mandrill was holding two human monks in his hands?
Of course not!
The spiritual consciousness of the ninth-level monk of Nascent Soul is so powerful that he discovered Zhou Yang and Jiang Fengxian as early as hundreds of miles away.
However, he has been practicing for thousands of years and has seen countless life and death incidents in his life. How can he care about the life and death of two unfamiliar junior monks?
Therefore, after hearing Muzhao's implicitly threatening words, the smile on his face suddenly faded.
"It seems you want to die!"
A deep voice came out of his mouth, causing Muzhao's expression to suddenly change wildly.
"Wait a minute, do it!"
"Senior, you have to think clearly. Is it really worth losing a talented junior who possesses the [Qianyang Treasure Body] just for the sake of another miserable life?"
Muzhao's face was full of anxiety and fear, and his voice was trembling.
In order to survive, it can transform itself into its current appearance of neither human nor monster, which shows how afraid of death it is.
Now the words of the old man surnamed Lu seem to kill it regardless of the safety of the "hostage" in its hands. How can it not be frightened?
Qianyang treasure body?
The old man surnamed Lu's expression changed, and he glanced at the cyan treasure tripod in Muzhao's hand in surprise.
When he found Zhou Yang and the two of them, they had already been captured and tied up by the wooden mandrill, but he did not see the "Qian Yang True Fire" burning on Zhou Yang's body.
When he heard Muzhao's words, thoughts flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but think of the news that a newly promoted Nascent Soul monk brother in the sect had sent to him decades ago.
"It is rare for treasure body monks to appear in the world, and it is almost impossible for two monks to have [Qianyang Treasure Body] at the same time. Could it be that the little guy in the hand of this wooden mandrill is the one chosen by Junior Brother Qingyang for me? That person?"
"In this case, we really have to save him!"
Thoughts flashed in the mind of the old man surnamed Lu, but his face suddenly turned cold. He looked at Mu Mandrill with a sneer and said:
"Young genius? I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'm not looking for you to save any young genius, but because you took a treasure that doesn't belong to you!"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, hand over the treasure immediately. I don't have the patience to slowly grind it out with you!"
While he was speaking, a figure flashed behind Muzhao, but the white-robed monk surnamed Yin also chased after him.
When Muzhao saw this situation, his face became a little ugly.
Thoughts were swirling in its mind. While thinking about whether the words of the old man surnamed Lu were credible, it asked without hesitation: "Senior, I don't know what kind of treasure you are talking about. Can you elaborate on it? If I really have you in my hand." The treasure you mentioned should be given to you!"
"Well, are you negotiating terms with me?"
The old man surnamed Lu's eyes darkened, and a huge force of aura instantly pressed on Mu Mandrill, causing his body to tremble slightly and cold sweat to break out on his face.
"I don't dare, I don't dare, how dare I have such intention, I just..."
It was sweating profusely as it defended, trying to explain that it had absolutely no intention of making any conditions.
But before it finished speaking, the monk surnamed Yin who arrived behind suddenly interrupted: "No matter what you mean, now hand over all the storage rings in your hand and let us search them one by one, otherwise We can only kill you first and then search for you slowly!"
Turn in all storage rings?
Muzhao's face changed, and he immediately shook his head and objected without thinking: "This is impossible!"
Then a fierce light flashed in its eyes, and its tone suddenly said in a very strong tone: "I don't care whether you are here to save people or looking for treasures. If you don't agree to my conditions, I will kill you and destroy the storage ring.
No one can benefit from the breakup!"
It is also an old monster that has lived for thousands of years. In terms of years of life, it is longer than the old man surnamed Lu, a ninth-level Yuanying monk. How can it easily believe the words of the old man surnamed Lu and the monk surnamed Yin.
Although it cannot determine why the two of them came, it is just like what it said, whether it is to save people or to ask for things, as long as it does not agree to let it go, it can instantly kill the people in the blue cauldron.
Zhou Yang and the two destroyed the storage rings in their hands and broke up.
"You are looking for death!"
The old man surnamed Lu looked angry, and with a wave of his hand, a red-gold flying sword appeared in front of him. Judging from the aura emanating from the red-gold flying sword, it was clearly an extremely precious sixth-level high-grade item.
Magic weapon!
"Senior Lu, calm down!"
The expression of the monk surnamed Yin changed, and he quickly offered a word of mercy.
Then his eyes turned cold and he looked at Muzhao coldly and said: "I will give you one last chance to hand over my [Eye of Light] immediately. In this way, I can ask Senior Lu to spare your life, otherwise...
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He didn't say what would happen otherwise, but Muzhao already understood what he meant.
"Is this the [Eye of Light] your Excellency mentioned?"
When Mudi raised his hand, a white orb appeared in his hand.
There are many treasures in its hands, but the one that can be related to the word "light" is the first thing it thinks of this newly acquired treasure.
Although it did not see the origin of this object, it knew that it was no less valuable than a sixth-level magic weapon. Therefore, after hearing the words of the monk surnamed Yin, it somewhat believed that the two came for the treasure, which made it feel a little relieved.
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If the two old men surnamed Lu only came here for the treasure, then the matter of them torturing Zhou Yang and the two would be nothing.
It was once a Yuanying stage monk. Of course, it understands that Yuanying stage monks are aloof and indifferent to life. It would not think that the old man named Lu, a dignified ninth-level Yuanying monk, would want to "replace heaven" just because he tortured two strange human monks.
"Practice the Way" and save someone's life.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened.
I saw the monk surnamed Yin murmuring something while suddenly pointing his hands at the wooden mandrill. The white orb in his hand suddenly became bright and released immeasurable brilliance, shrouding it in it.
When illuminated by this white light, the black hairs on the wooden mandrill and its body suddenly burned and melted like candles.
It screams!
It resists with all its might!
It tried to activate the blue cauldron to kill the two Zhou Yang people inside!
But it can't do anything!
The power of white light is far beyond its imagination.
In the end, it only screamed for less than three breaths before being burned into a puddle of ashes by the immeasurable light. Only a blue-black fist-sized crystal remained, as well as the storage ring and several magic weapons on its hand.
"Is this the power of the seventh-level immortal weapon [Eye of Light]? It is indeed powerful!"
"Senior True Lord Guangming is indeed the strongest monk born in our Linghuan world!"
The old man surnamed Lu looked at the white orb that had been received by the monk surnamed Yin with bright eyes, his face full of wonder.
He also has a seventh-level immortal weapon.
But it is also a seventh-level immortal weapon, and its grades are also different.
The seventh-level immortal weapon in his hand is just a low-level seventh-level magic weapon.
But the "Eye of Light" magical weapon is actually a seventh-level mid-grade magical weapon!
Although the difference is only a small level, when it reaches the level of a seventh-level magic weapon, the difference of a small level is even greater than the difference between a sixth-level magic weapon and a seventh-level magic weapon!
If he hadn't asked for help from the monk surnamed Yin, and if he hadn't known that the "Eye of Light", a magical weapon with light attributes, would not be able to exert much power even if it was in his own hands, he might not have been able to resist his greed and intervene to snatch it.
Treasure.
"The Patriarch is truly a genius. It's a pity that we, the younger generation, are so incompetent that we even lost the inherited treasure that the old man made by cutting his own immortal body. We are really ashamed of the Patriarch!"
"Thanks to the blessing of the ancestor, Yin finally recovered the long-lost inherited treasure of our sect. After he passed away in reincarnation, he finally had the courage to meet the ancestor!"
The monk surnamed Yin held the orb in his hand with excitement on his face. He accepted the order from the old man surnamed Lu without any humility at all.
He is really excited.
Recovering the other half of the "Eye of Light" is not just as simple as allowing him to obtain a complete seventh-level mid-grade magic weapon, but it will also have a great impact on his return to take over the position of the Lord of the Great Bright Immortal Palace in the future.
of help.
Fortunately, although he was excited, he did not lose his mind in excitement. He quickly raised his hand to collect the orb in his hand, then bowed his hand to the old man surnamed Lu and said, "Thanks to Lu for being able to find the inherited treasure of our sect this time.
Senior helped me, this kindness and affection will be remembered by me in this lifetime, please accept my respect."
After saying this, he bent down and gave a deep salute to express his gratitude.
"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Yin. The only thing I want is that thing. As long as Fellow Daoist Yin can help me complete that thing, such small things don't mean anything!"
The old man surnamed Lu smiled indifferently and didn't care much about the monk surnamed Yin's thanks.
Then he reached out and grabbed it, and he grabbed the cyan treasure tripod left behind after the death of the mandrill.
"Um?"
With a twitch of his eyebrows, the old man surnamed Lu gave up his original idea of releasing Zhou Yang and Zhou Yang from the cauldron.
When the monk surnamed Yin saw this, he couldn't help but asked with concern: "Why is Senior Lu frowning? Is there anything I need help from this junior?"
"It's nothing. Let's wait here for a few days. Lu still has some things to deal with."
The old man surnamed Lu shook his head slightly, immediately threw the green tripod to the side, casually placed a layer of barrier restrictions, sat down cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and began to meditate.
When the monk surnamed Yin saw this scene, his eyes flashed, and without asking any more questions, he sat down cross-legged and began to practice the sect's inherited treasure that he had just received.
After three days of this, the old man surnamed Lu suddenly flicked his finger at the cyan treasured cauldron, shooting out a stream of magic power that fell on the cauldron, and the cauldron's lid flew up with a loud noise.
At the same time, Zhou Yang and Jiang Fengxian, who had been trapped in the cauldron for several days, also took the opportunity to fly out and landed outside the cauldron.
Zhou Yang flew out of the green tripod. When he saw the old man surnamed Lu and the monk surnamed Yin outside, his pupils shrank and he quickly pulled Jiang Fengxian behind him like a reflex.
The old man surnamed Lu saw this action in his eyes and couldn't help but feel funny.
Jiang Fengxian, on the other hand, looked at the back of the man in front of her with complicated eyes, with mixed feelings in her heart.