After sighing slightly at the majesty of the owner of the garden, Yan Ling no longer stopped in front of the stone monument, but walked along a path behind the stone monument towards the mountains.
At this moment, Yan Ling realized that there seemed to be endless treasures of light in this mountain. There were magical treasures all over the mountains and plains. The light of spiritual treasures also penetrated the mountains and forests and illuminated the sky from time to time. However, those who went deep into the mountains wanted to find a treasure, but they could not find it.
It’s also even more difficult.
Because there is a gray air in this mountain. Although it is not harmful to the human body, it can block the spiritual sense, so those who go deep into the mountain can only search for treasures with their naked eyes.
Moreover, under the cover of the gray air, even though Yan Ling's eyes were filled with divine light, he could only see slightly further than ordinary mortals. It was unthinkable to see the entire mountain in one glance.
Faced with such a situation, even if Yan Ling's physique is extraordinary and he can move ten feet under the terrifying gravity in the mountains, is it possible to walk all over the mountains in a short while?
Not to mention that the treasures in the mountains are shining brightly, but all the treasures cover their aura. How can we sense the location of the treasures without walking in front of them?
"It seems that obtaining the spiritual treasure in the mountain is not an easy task!"
Yan Ling was not in a hurry. He walked forward, followed the path all the way to the top of the mountain, and then looked down at the mountain. Looking at the bright treasure light in the mountain that seemed to attract cultivators all the time, he smiled slightly in his heart.
At this time, he already had some understanding of why the owner of the garden used endless treasure light to attract people into the mountain, but then concealed the aura of the spiritual treasure.
The reason why a Lingbao becomes a Lingbao is because such a magic weapon already has a hint of spirituality. Although it has not yet reached the level of automatically choosing its owner, it still requires a certain amount of opportunity to obtain a Lingbao.
Of course, if the requirements are lowered and the spiritual treasures in the mountains are not considered, then it will be quite easy for people who enter the mountains to obtain the treasures.
As far as Yan Ling was concerned, during the process of going up the mountain, he encountered no fewer than ten treasures. Although the treasures among them were not as precious as the spiritual treasures, they were still good magic weapons.
And even if the magic weapons in this mountain are the worst, they are still at the level of top-grade magic weapons, which can already meet the needs of the vast majority of human cultivators.
Yan Ling looked at the brightest rays of light in the mountain and smiled softly: "But for me, the magic weapon really doesn't have much effect!"
Now he has a body made of the earth, and his muscles and bones are extremely strong and strong, not inferior to any high-grade magic weapon. With the movement of Qi and blood, even the best magic weapon cannot hurt him in the slightest.
In this case, only Lingbao with pure Yang spiritual energy can be his help. Just like his robbery, the existence under the Lingbao is just one punch or several punches to him.
It’s just a difference!
With this thought in mind, Yan Ling walked down the mountain slowly, not deliberately looking for it, but following his heart, using his extremely keen instinct as a guide. Whether he could encounter a spiritual treasure while walking in the mountains and forests all depended on fate.
In this way, time passed little by little, the sky gradually dimmed, but the precious light in the mountains became brighter and brighter. Even if the sunlight disappeared, the entire garden was clearly visible and was not swallowed up by the night at all.
"It's you!"
Suddenly, Yan Ling stopped in front of a big tree about ten feet high. He looked at the bright and dazzling light in front of the thick tree trunk where several people were hugging each other, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Show me what you are!"
With a smile on his face, Yan Ling reached out and waved away the bright light. Suddenly, a Taoist robe appeared in front of Yan Ling's eyes.
This Taoist robe is dark and deep, dotted with numerous patterns. At a glance, it looks like a starry sky, vast and deep, with endless stars rotating endlessly, exuding a simple Taoist charm.
"It looks good, but I don't know how powerful it is!"
The moment he saw this Taoist robe, a name on the stone tablet in front of the mountain appeared in Yan Ling's mind.
"Star Taoist Robe!"
This is the name of this Lingbao-level Taoist robe. According to the stone tablet, this robe is woven with ten thousand years of spider silk. It condenses starlight to carve inscriptions. It can remain intact under the attacks of true immortals. The person who wears it is even more capable.
Using the power of starlight, whether it is defense or offensive amplification, it is one of the best robes in this mountain.
"Looks like I'm pretty lucky!"
Although this star robe is not the most powerful spiritual treasure in this mountain, it is enough for Yan Ling.
In terms of attack, he has the edge to break robberies, and in terms of defense, he is physically invincible and does not need any defensive magic weapon. Under such circumstances, getting such an amplified spiritual treasure is perfect.
Bang!
However, just as Yan Ling was collecting the star robe with a smile on his face, a powerful force suddenly burst out from the surface of the robe, instantly shaking Yan Ling back four to five feet.
"What is this?" Yan Ling waved his hand and frowned at the starry robe that suddenly shone brightly.
Streams of bright light emanated from the patterns on the star robes, reflecting in the void, like eternal stars emitting dazzling light.
Seeing this scene, Yan Ling immediately understood what was happening. It turned out that it was the spirituality in the starry robe that was resisting him. If he wanted to collect the robe, he had to subdue the spirituality in the starry robe.
If he wants to take it by force, I am afraid that the restriction left by the owner of the garden deep in the mountain will make him understand what an irresistible force is!
"trouble!"
Yan Ling curled his lips, but did not say much. Instead, he took a few steps forward, closed his eyes and stretched out his hands. His strong mind suddenly came into contact with the spirituality of the star robe through his palms.
boom!
Violent roars echoed in Yan Ling's sea of consciousness, and the eternal stars were burning with fierce flames and kept smashing down on his Yuan Shen Dharma, as if they would not stop until they smashed his Yuan Shen Dharma into pieces.
generally.
"Little tricks!"
However, Yuanshen Faxiang, who had the same appearance as Yan Ling, just looked at this scene like a doomsday meteor indifferently, and his heart was not moved at all.
Even the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation has not destroyed his soul's Dharma. It is simply impossible for this little Taoist robe's spirituality to destroy his soul's Dharma.
"town!"
As Yuanshen Dharmaxiang uttered a word from his mouth, an ancient Taoist talisman suddenly rose up in the vast sea of consciousness, and its boundless and heavy power suddenly spread across the sea of consciousness.
The rapidly falling eternal stars seemed to have pressed the pause button and stood still for an instant, just like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky. Although it was unbearably hot, it could not harm Yan Ling in the slightest.
"Refining!"
Yuan Shen Dharma spoke out a big character again, and the ancient Taoist talismans above the Sea of Consciousness suddenly moved slowly, like an ancient continent rotating, and irresistible power emerged from the Taoist talismans, obliterating countless big stars in an instant.
Bang bang bang!
The burning stars fell one after another and turned into nothingness, and Yan Ling's sea of consciousness slowly returned to calm.
In the end, Yan Ling's Yuan Shen Dharma, who was in the center of the sea of consciousness, looked at the last star that had not been wiped out with faint eyes, and made a deafening voice: "Are you convinced or not?"
And as the Primordial Spirit's Faxiang shouted, a faint spirituality suddenly rose from the last star, and there was a sense of surrender.
"hehe!"
Yan Ling opened his eyes, smiled, stretched out his hand to grab, and the star robe that had become dim without knowing when was immediately in his hands! (To be continued)