"Yes, but I know there should be a lot of people here. When I came here last time, I saw five groups of people looking for the dragon spirit here." Senior brother nodded and said. Then he seemed to remember something and warned: "
After entering here, you will not be able to use flying skills, so you must be careful."
As they spoke, the two of them sank down and entered the large cave.
Liu Juan's figure appeared outside. He ducked and quietly followed in. His consciousness spread out. He carefully observed the surroundings and stared at the two people in front of him.
Senior brother, it is unknown whether this dragon spirit still exists after so many years. And even if it does exist, I am afraid it will be difficult to capture it with the strength of you and me."
"Junior brother, you don't know something. If this dragon spirit really remains, after so many years of nourishment by the earth's energy, it must be extremely weak. Once you find one, send it to the sect to be fed. Then you and I will have made a great contribution. The founder of the year
It is here that my lord obtained the spirit of a white tiger. This has made my Zhanhu Hall famous throughout the ages."
Liu Juan listened to the two talking and his heart moved.
This big hole is not deep, so it didn't take long to reach it.
Liu Juan's consciousness swept away and he was secretly shocked.
He pondered for a while and walked towards one of the entrances and exits, which was exactly where the two brothers entered.
Liu Juan suddenly focused his eyes, and saw in his consciousness that the two brothers stopped a hundred feet away in front of them. In front of them, there was a stone sculpture dozens of feet in size.
What is carved in this stone sculpture is a black dragon from the underworld with huge wings.
"The ancestor discovered the white tiger here back then. Junior brother, you help me protect the law, and I will collect the energy of the underworld."
After hearing this, the junior brother quickly took out the sword from his back. The sword immediately flew up and floated above his head. He looked around cautiously. If there was any sign of trouble, he would take action immediately.
The senior brother looked at his junior brother with satisfaction, took a deep breath, and didn't know what kind of magical power he used. Veins suddenly appeared on his hands. He shouted, and suddenly pressed his hands on the stone sculpture. Amidst the blasts,
The stone sculpture slowly moved to the side. The man looked pale, took a few steps back, and used his hands to perform magic tricks. A strong wind immediately blew up and landed on the stone sculpture.
The stone sculpture moved slightly again, revealing a black hole the size of a fist, with traces of underworld energy spreading out from it.
The man immediately patted the package and took out a small green gourd. Immediately, the energy of the underworld was absorbed by the gourd.
"Junior brother, this time we can harvest these underworld energy, which is enough to condense two crystals. One crystal for each of you and me, which is considered to have fulfilled the minimum requirement of the sect." Senior brother laughed, pressed his hands on the stone sculpture, and slowly put it back
In situ.
The junior brother nodded and looked at the gourd and said: "This must be the arc gourd of the underworld."
The senior brother took out the elixir and after taking one pill, he waved the gourd in his hand and said proudly: "That's right. This is the underworld arc gourd that the ancestor personally refined. There are only seven in the entire Zhanhutang sect. With this treasure in hand,
There is no need to work hard to condense it. In this way, the energy of the underworld can be absorbed as quickly as possible."
Liu Juan saw this scene in his consciousness, and couldn't help but focus on the gourd, and his heart was moved. This gourd is definitely a rare treasure.
System prompts: Origin: Chaos was first divided, the world was opened, there was a Taishang Taoist, who solved the name of Nuwa, refined stones to mend the sky, and saved the world of Jambu. When the Qian Palace touched the ground, he saw a Kunlun Mountain at the foot of it.
, there is a strand of fairy vine, with this purple-gold-red gourd on it, but it is the one left by Laojun to this day.
Function: Call the opponent's name, and as long as the opponent agrees (regardless of real name or pseudonym), he will put it in the gourd and turn into pus in a matter of seconds.
Wukong's countermeasures: First, not to be afraid, but unable to escape through the gourd, and finally to cheat to escape.
