Jiang Li was shocked. Originally, he thought that as long as he could reach the lower level of Xuan level, he would be satisfied.
However, it is indeed the legacy of the Golden elixir monk!
This coffin looks unattractive and can be sold for three taels of silver at most in the mortal world, but its true grade is actually a high-grade Xuan grade!
Although the Yin Burial Coffin may have been without an owner for too long and has not been effectively maintained, resulting in a state of loss of Yin Qi, the Xuanjie top grade is the Xuanjie top grade, which is a high-end product that ordinary monks may not be able to touch in their lifetime.
Make a lot of money! Make a lot of money!
With a wave of his hand, the coffin floated and automatically shrank, quickly turning into a delicate palm-sized coffin that flew into Jiang Li's palm.
It can be big, small, light or heavy, and it also has a space inside.
Jiang Li didn't know the capacity of other storage magic weapons, but this burial coffin was surprisingly large.
Even if it doesn't have any other functions and is simply used as a storage magic weapon, I'm afraid it can still be worthy of being at the top of the Xuan level.
Jiang Li grinned and giggled, stuffing the coffin into his arms very preciously, then stood up and walked slowly towards the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Valley Flying Boat with satisfaction.
Huh? Did I forget something?
Oh my god, Heizheng forgot to take it away!
Jiang Li was eager to collect the treasure, but he forgot about Heizheng, who had achieved great results through hard work.
He hurried back and threw out the coffin, recovered the black zombie, and then continued to return.
Black zombie:(╬￣ Pan￣)mmp
After my flying boat arrived, there was no loud noise for a while. It seemed like the battle was over.
Sure enough, after he cautiously approached, there was no surprise.
I saw that the Mazu River, which was originally very turbid, was now even darker. Under the rising sun, it also exuded a suffocating stench!
It’s no wonder that those infernal corpses are not favored by the monks, they are simply biochemical weapons.
The fish in this river will never die again. It is estimated that it will take at least fifty years to gradually restore the ecology.
There are still large tracts of floating ice on the river.
Many monks are breaking up the ice floes, and then casting special fishing nets to salvage something. Their target may be the remains of the monks, or the ownerless magic weapon of the fallen monks, but it cannot be a dead fish anyway.
"Jiang Li, you are back, are you injured?"
Jiang Li returned to the place where the Buddhist Scripture Valley camp was originally located. He did not see Elder Weng Sanqi, but he saw Yu Banxia and Lu Qianqian.
"It's okay, I'm just a little injured, why are you here?"
As soon as Jiang Li finished speaking, he realized that he had asked a stupid question. The spaceship was still floating there in the sky, shouldn't they be here?
"We followed the sect's flying boat here. Elder Weng Sanqi and several inner sect brothers here have all boarded the boat to recuperate."
"Elder Duan asked us to come down and clean the battlefield ourselves. If there is any gain, it will be considered our own."
Injured? Jiang Li was stunned for a moment. His body was far away, and he was hiding at the bottom of the river. He really didn't know what the battle was like just now.
"Cleaning the battlefield? I just saw a lot of monks fishing in the river. Is there anything else that can be fished in the river?"
Jiang Li couldn't reveal that Heizong had been lurking in the water, as that would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, so he immediately asked in a pretentious manner.
"Actually, there are not very good harvests. The elders and inner disciples don't like it. It means it is of some use to our outer disciples and some casual cultivators. You see, that's all."
Yu Banxia took Jiang Li aside, and Lu Qianqian was using water-attribute aura to condense the water flow and cleaning several things on the ground.
Jiang Li understood it as soon as he saw it.
The dead monk's magic weapon.
If the monk's body fell into the river, it would be dragged away by the roots of the underwater trees, making it impossible to salvage it.
The only things that can be salvaged are these discarded magic weapons.
"These magic weapons should be no longer usable."
The water of the Mazu River has been completely dyed black by the blood of the Yin Corpse. These magic weapons have been dropped and soaked for so long. Unless they are of Yin and Evil attributes, they are still useful. That would be a ghost.
"It can no longer be used, but some of the materials on the magic weapon can still be smelted and reused. Jiang Li, please pick one too."
Jiang Li understood that this kind of operation could still be done, but after making a fortune, he had lost interest in this kind of petty profit... What the hell.
Jiang Li regretted in his heart: Damn it! If I had known earlier, I would have asked Heizheng to search more down there!
Since Yu Banxia and others were unable to refuse their kindness, Jiang Li had no choice but to reluctantly select a defaced magic weapon and put it in his pocket.
"Jiang Li, thank you so much for the mission. If you hadn't informed the sect in time, I'm afraid all of us would have died there yesterday."
"You contributed the most to this mission. When the sect rewards are distributed, you should get the largest share."
After a pause, Yu Banxia talked about the previous mission again. Next to them, the faces of the other people were not very good-looking either.
After all, all those ups and downs, life and death, just happened yesterday.
Two companions died, and the five of them were all injured and wrapped in thick bandages. They actually looked much more miserable than Jiang Li.
But Yu Banxia still mentioned the previous agreement to give him a share of their harvest.
Jiang Li was actually a little embarrassed, because under the care of Elder Weng Sanqi, the sect had decided to reward him far more than the others.
"We are all friends, why are you talking about this?"
"I've also heard about the two of them. I'm sorry. If I could have been faster, maybe they wouldn't have died."
Everyone was silent again. Jiang Li was not very familiar with the two deceased disciples, but the five of them had a good relationship with the deceased. I think he would be in a very depressed mood. He said this, and he didn't know if it was considered a sign of respect to the living person.
the comfort of the person.
"We said we are friends, so why are you talking about these things? If you want to blame, blame those greedy casual cultivators."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. The reward given by the sect this time is very generous, which is enough to support our practice for a long time. In the next period of time, we will not need to go out on missions for the time being."
"I plan to practice hard and participate in the outer sect competition this year!"
As soon as Yu Banxia said this, even Jiang Li was surprised.
Not all of the outer disciples are weak, there are quite a few seniors who are in the late stage of Qi training with high-grade spiritual roots.
Their cultivation is deeper, their spells are more proficient, and their experience is richer. There is no way a first-year newcomer can fight against them.
Forget it about Jiang Li, where did Yu Banxia get his confidence?
"are you serious?"
Jiang Li asked in surprise.
"Isn't it just to participate in an external competition? Don't be so nervous. Even if you can't win, you can gain some advantages in the future by accumulating some experience."
Oh, so that's it. Jiang Li thought he also got some great opportunity in Yinnan.
"Then if that's the case, count me in."
Jiang Li stretched his body, and the bones all over his body crackled. It was just a competition at the outer gate, just wait for him to harvest the heads!