While monitoring the seven demon girls, Ye Xuan took out the storage utensils belonging to Wu Chen Qilao and Wanyan Yanqing again and conducted a careful exploration.
The storage utensils of these eight people are all extremely high-grade Najie. Wu Chen's Najia, the seventh elder's, is cyan, while Wanyan Yanqing's Najia is black.
Ye Xuan first opened Wu Chen's Seven Lao Najies one by one and looked at them carefully, but he couldn't help but be disappointed.
Although the seven people's Najies contained a dazzling array of Yuan stones, secret books, talismans, and weapons, they did not find anything special. Ye Xuan's vision was already high at this time, and ordinary things naturally could not enter his eyes.
However, Ye Xuan put away six of the rings, but left one carefully in his hand and looked at it intently.
It's Wu Chen's ring.
I saw this ring, although it was also cyan, but it was made of a simple jade that Ye Xuan had never seen before.
The appearance of this jade ring is extremely ordinary, and there are no exquisite carvings on it, only a few shallow cloud patterns are outlined.
But……
Ye Xuan placed the jade ring in front of his eyes and observed it carefully for a while. He found that the stars inside were twinkling like stars in the blue sky. As Ye Xuan observed, those stars were faintly connected to form the word "Zhen Luo".
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After looking at it a few more times, I felt a strange hallucination in my heart, as if this ring had a strange suction force that could suck people's entire mind into it.
Ye Xuan felt a chill in his heart and quickly looked away from this simple jade ring, not daring to look at it again.
"Zhenluo Ring, a special jewelry, was refined by the ancient Zhenluo Palace weapon refining master. It is a symbol of the status of Zhenluo Palace disciples. It can increase mental power and concentration, prevent all mental power detection, and ignore the prohibitions of most formations.
Even the ability to increase luck."
Ye Xuan murmured, this was exactly the information he got from Wanyan Yanqing's mind.
After searching for Wanyan Yanqing's soul, Ye Xuan learned that this jade ring was obtained by an old man named Wu on an ancient battlefield. It was the lowest level semi-artifact!
Ye Xuan couldn't help but marvel at the power of the ancient Zhenluo Sect. Even though it was the lowest level semi-divine weapon, each of the inner disciples in the sect had one. It was mainly used as a status symbol and for storage.
That blessing of luck sounds even more incredible. It is the elder of the "God of War" period in Zhenluo Palace who has blessed the descendants with supreme divine power.
Of course, the Shinra Ring will only be lost when this disciple of the Shinra Sect obviously falls, so this blessing of luck does not really make people immortal.
But no matter what, Ye Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the people of Zhenluo Palace are really blessed. This 'Zhenluo Ring' is clearly just something like an identity card, but it has been endowed with so many powerful attributes. Just that
If you ignore the abilities prohibited by most formations, not all sects in the Tianwu Continent can compare.
Ye Xuan took off the Na ring on his hand and put on this Zhenluo ring. He suddenly felt a strange wave of energy injected into his body. He couldn't help but feel refreshed and refreshed. He also discovered to his surprise,
It was as if my mental strength had magically increased by one percent out of thin air.
Ye Xuan smiled slightly, and then picked up Wanyan Yanqing's black ring.
Looking carefully, this Na ring is dark and deep, with smooth tentacles and a strong Yin energy.
A ray of spiritual thought penetrated in, but Ye Xuan's mind was shaken. A huge skull instantly appeared in his mind. The eyes of the skull were burning with green fire, and there was an unparalleled pressure.
It invaded Ye Xuan, almost suffocating him.
"Who are you……"
The skull's mouth moved slightly, and the voice it made was hoarse, cold and bone-chilling, like hundreds of sharp vertebrae piercing his mind. Ye Xuan was shocked, his mind was shocked, and with a 'click' sound, his mental strength was suddenly broken into two pieces.
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"I...will...find...you..."
The skull in his mind was instantly wrapped in a ball of green flames, and after a few flashes, it became invisible.
Ye Xuan gasped violently, and when he loosened his grip, the black ring fell to the ground with a clatter, and the hoarse and harsh sound of the skull still seemed to echo between heaven and earth.
After calming down from the shock, Ye Xuan's heart suddenly tightened. The skull just now might be a trace of spiritual thoughts left by Wanyan Yanqing's father in the ring, but he didn't expect to have such magical power and be able to separate the ancient battlefields and
Speaking to myself, the feeling of struggling under strong pressure is like a little ant at the feet of an elephant, unable to resist in the face of annihilation.
Ye Xuan was not sure whether the little time just now would allow Wanyan Yanqing's father to find his place. However, this incident really put a big stone on his heart and made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Not only did he kill his subordinates, but he also cut off the roots of Wanyan Yanqing. As a father, he must hate himself to the core and will kill him soon.
Ye Xuan's mind flashed, he was now in the ancient battlefield, and the ancient battlefield should only be accessible by people below the Immortal Realm. As long as this powerful man from the Motian Continent would not kill him immediately...
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At this time, deep in the ancient battlefield, on a mysterious island, there was a stone room in a small cave.
A man in black was sitting cross-legged in the middle. Around him, little bits of faint fire flickered on and off, floating in the air. The scene was extremely strange.
He was very tall and tall, and his face was about forty years old. His appearance was no different from that of ordinary people, except that his face was pale and seemed to have no color at all.
The man in black was sitting there as if he was practicing some kind of skill. Every time he breathed in and out, he made an extremely unpleasant "hissing" sound, which was horrifying.
Suddenly, the man in black raised his brows, took out a small piece of something from his arms, and threw it into the air. It turned out to be an extremely rare 'Interface Bone Talisman' that only Mo Tiancai had.
The bone talisman on the interface flashed, and a huge green skull appeared in front of the man in black.
"Master!" When the man in black saw the skull, he immediately leaned over and saluted, looking extremely respectful.
The green flames in the skull's eyes surged, as if it was still angry, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice came out of his mouth, "Shi Ming, someone has captured your junior brother, who is a junior at the peak of the Great Saint Realm. I have been with him
There is a mark left on his body, you can use the 'Falling Star Flag' to find his traces, remember... you must bring your little junior brother back safely..."
"Disciple, I obey!" The man in black kowtowed again.
The green skull nodded, flashed a few times, and disappeared. The green light on the interface bone talisman also dissipated and fell from the air.
The man in black moved his hand, and the bone talisman flew into his hand as if it had eyes, and then disappeared.
The man in black closed and released his right hand, and a small starlight flag appeared in his hand. The man in black waved his hand, and the small flag immediately expanded to two feet in size, and countless star lights appeared on the dark green flag.
The man in black pointed at a point on the flag, and a bright green light shot out from his fingertips and hit the flag.
He kept making seals with his hands.
I saw the light of the stars on the flag turning for a while, and a map gradually appeared in front of the man in black.
At the same time, a faint bright spot appeared in the southwest corner of the map.
"I found you!" A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the man in black. With a move of his right hand, the giant flag became smaller again, fell into the palm of his hand, and turned into a ball of black wind and flew away.