Stepping onto the land on the other side of the swamp again, Qin Yang thought, and the golden light under his feet returned to an ink scroll, as did the golden light of the runes hanging above his head.
All the way out of the swamp, the power of the protective ink pot was only used a little, and the consumption was minimal. The golden ink pot only consumed one-third of its power.
After returning to the original state, he immediately began to slowly recover. It would take at most one day for him to regain his full strength.
Looking back, I saw two monsters chasing after me like crazy a few miles away.
"Sooner or later, I'll take care of you!" Qin Yang laughed loudly, turned around and walked away, heading straight for the banyan forest.
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In the outside world, three masters worked together to try to forcibly refine the pen holder. The overall shape of the pen holder had already been fully revealed. In the area where the abyss was originally, the ground was cut off by a hundred feet, leaving only the pen holder a hundred feet high standing there.
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But at this moment, the simple pen holder was shaking slightly, as if someone was about to pull it up from the ground.
"I didn't expect this secret treasure to be stronger than expected. It took me and the three of us to do it together, and it took a full month. The Holy Lady of Lingtai's eyes were like a torch..." Shopkeeper Jin stood in the void and sighed.
"Isn't Shopkeeper Jin regretting it?" From inside Qixiang's car, the cold voice of the Saint of Lingtai could be heard, like the sound of icy spring falling on a jade plate.
"That's not true, it's just a joke. I'm just curious. In one month, even if people from the Demonic Stone Sect came running, they should have arrived. Why are they nowhere to be seen? It's impossible for the Demonic Stone Sect not to know about the things here...
…” There was a hint of doubt in Shopkeeper Jin’s tone…
"Hahaha, shopkeeper Jin can't come out of seclusion. I'm afraid he doesn't know that the Magic Stone Holy Sect is in trouble. Sect Master Mo is so worried that his lungs have exploded three times. How can he still have the mood to take care of the affairs here." The great elder laughed, his image in full swing.
none.
"Oh? What could make Sect Leader Mo so angry?"
"Do you know about door theft?"
"The Thief Sect? Hasn't this sect been destroyed for tens of thousands of years? Now there are only a few legends left. I heard that the Thief Sect was re-established before, but there is not even a sect headquarters. How did Sect Master Mo provoke the Thief Sect?" Jin
The shopkeeper looked curious, this stolen door, Wanyong Store looked so familiar...
Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Wanyong Company was growing, it attracted a gangster. The then-big shopkeeper of Huliang made bold promises to catch the gangsters, and then, overnight, a secret building was evacuated.
Ku, the big shopkeeper at that time was so angry that he vomited blood for three days, lost his mind in anger, and cursed for seven days, but still no one was found...
Later, the big shopkeeper of Huliang was transferred, and he worked even harder to create several secret techniques and restraints, specifically used to restrain the elusive thieves. Unfortunately, there was still a chance to fight, but the thieves were found in the station.
, it was destroyed within a few days...
Unexpectedly, tens of thousands of years have passed, and now there are still remnants of the thieves appearing...
"Sect Master Mo spoke freely. When he was visiting friends three years ago, he somehow made arrogant remarks and belittled the former thieves. The people who appeared in the thieves over the years were also demoted as clowns..."
The elder couldn't help laughing as he spoke.
"Who would have thought that three years later, Sect Master Mo himself would have forgotten this matter, but he never thought that the ancestral tombs of the Holy Demon Stone Sect would be taken away, and the coffins of Sect Leader Mo and Master were placed outside the mountain gate of the Holy Demon Stone Sect.
Forcing Sect Master Mo to come out and apologize for what he said, saying that he didn't bow his head in public, he invited many sages of the Magic Stone Sect to come out and bask in the sun..."
"This..." Shopkeeper Jin burst out laughing when he heard this. This is really a thief's style, so unscrupulous...
But when everyone heard this, they were all happy. The Magic Stone Holy Sect will definitely not give in, and the thieves will definitely not give up easily. The thieves just don’t provoke themselves, and they don’t provoke themselves either. Being able to enter and exit the Magic Stone Holy Sect is like nothing. If you want to steal,
The heirs of the sect have been born for many years and have not come to harm them. Everyone is burning incense...
Let them go and bring trouble to the Demonic Stone Sect. Anyway, even if others are willing to help, the Demonic Stone Sect will not accept it...
"Buzz..."
A soft cry resounded throughout the world, and the three masters immediately stopped talking.
"Everyone, the pen holder is about to be refined!"
The 100-foot-high pen holder sitting on the ground soared into the sky, shining with rays of light, causing thousands of waves. As the three of them worked together to refine, the 100-foot-high pen holder quickly shrank, but the aura became even more compelling. The power of the blessings of the three people actually had it.
The tendency to be forced back.
But in an instant, the three great masters increased their strength and went all out. The pen holder shrank faster, and in just a few breaths, it turned into a pen holder more than three inches high, with rays of light gushing out from it, as if
scorching sun.
"Thank you two seniors for your help." The Holy Lady of Lingtai thanked her loudly. She rolled up her pen holder and flew back.
At this moment, I saw a hand appearing out of thin air, grabbing the pen holder, and in an instant, it shrank into the void and disappeared...
"Bold!" The Saint of Lingtai shouted loudly, and thousands of divine lights burst out, like thousands of sharp blades intersecting, strangling the world, black cracks floated, the void shattered, and waves surged.
In just an instant, everything within ten miles was turned into powder, and in the wave, an old man in black appeared out of thin air. His body was extremely flexible, and he inexplicably escaped from this strangling space with just two rolls.
"Hey, little girl, I just used it for fun because I saw how exquisite this pen holder is. Why is it so popular?" The old man raised his eyebrows and winked. He held the trembling pen holder in his hand, but his hand was as steady as a rock, not even shaking at all.
No.
"Miao's hands are empty, Lingxu is pacing, it's amazing, it turns out that the senior thief is here, disrespectful." Shopkeeper Jin's eyes flashed, and he bowed his hands in salute.
"Your boy is very discerning and knows a lot. I want this bottle. What's the price? I'll give you a word. You underestimate Taoist Zixiao too much. Even if he died in a hurry, he wouldn't have arranged such a back-up plan.
Simple." The old man sneered, and with a sway, the person had disappeared...
The Saint of Lingtai wanted to chase after him, but she saw the great elder's face was solemn, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he kept peeping towards the ground.
"Stop chasing, something happened!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a shadow of a world floating in mid-air, reflecting the secret realm of that side.
Click...
A gap opened in the phantom, and the part of the phantom seen in the gap became solid in an instant...
Click... click...
There were endless crisp sounds, and the shadows appeared in the sky. The cracks were dense and more and more numerous. Then, among the cracks in the shadows, a huge tree that was cut in half fell from the sky...
"It's broken, the secret realm will completely collapse!" Shopkeeper Jin's expression changed.
"No wonder this place can form a ghost monster. It turns out that it is a game within a game, a pattern that is connected with each other!" The elder's eyes were like lamps, shining on the earth, and his face became increasingly ugly.
"Great Elder, what's the explanation?"
"We are not strong enough, have insufficient vision, and do not see thoroughly enough to see the mysterious arrangements of Zixiao Daojun. If a strong person like the sect leader comes, we will definitely be able to see that the pen holder is refined and the secret realm will collapse. No one will
If you dare to act rashly, you will only keep the pen holder and the secret realm as a treasure, and continue to send your disciples in to seek the inheritance of Taoist Zixiao. The real mausoleum of Taoist Zixiao will always be as stable as a mountain, and no one can find it."
"Great Elder, what do you mean?"
"That's right, the pen holder was refined and the secret realm collapsed. We accidentally made a mistake and acted recklessly, and actually led to the real mausoleum hidden under the secret realm! The mausoleum of Taoist Master Zixiao is actually here!"