The stone platform shattered, and countless spiritual lights immediately rushed out.
Everyone's eyes were slightly enchanted at first. Then there were movements of figures. Chase towards those brilliance.
Zong Shou squinted slightly, and the first thing he caught was a few rays of purple light.
"—Purple Extreme Pill, Purple Extreme Spiritual Flower!"
That is the real Purple Golden Pill! Already psychic, the Ziji Pill can extend your life by thirty years!
Zong Shou Yujian dived down without hesitation, his hands spread wide. He immediately captured a few purple lights from afar.
At this time, there were several people nearby, trying to compete for the Ziji Pill.
But when they saw Zong Shou arriving, they all sighed helplessly and stepped aside. I really don't dare and can't compete with it.
Even Jue Xin and the others all avoided getting involved with him.
Except for the Ziji Pill, the other buried objects here are somewhat incompatible with the king's status. But for their heavenly monks, it is still a rare treasure.
There's really no point in fighting this guy right now -
Zong Shou got a few Ziji Pills and collected all the Ziji Spirit Flowers.
Looking around again, he frowned. He casually picked up a sixth-level magic weapon spear and a black long sword, and ignored the rest.
Although there are many spiritual objects here, there are not many that can be used.
He wanted to capture them all and bring them back to his subordinates, but he knew that when the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will be depleted.
The most valuable thing here is Ziji Dan. If you eat meat yourself, you always need to give someone some soup.
Anyway, all the harvests of the various sects need to be given to Qiantian 80%.
He moved his hand quietly again. Collect all the spiritual stones below into his own universe bag.
These spiritual stones are the most inconspicuous compared to these rare treasures.
But Zong Shou found hundreds of spiritual stones above the third level of Xuan level.
With just such a pile, one can gain about two hundred and fifty days more time on his own. How could you not be happy
The fragments of Yunmeng Daze in Yinlong Valley are much more than just a royal tomb.
Thinking of the expected huge profits, Zong Shou felt that after returning this time, he would wake up laughing even in his dreams.
It was only then that Zong Shou realized that the water rippling waves were standing steadily in mid-air.
Even though the aura filled the sky, he was not moved at all. Even if it passed by her eyes, she had no intention of fighting for it.
Zong Shou felt slightly strange, but he remained patient. Take out weak water's body from the spirit mustard ring.
After feeding him a Purple Spiritual Flower Pill, sure enough, the internal injuries were improving rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at this situation, there is no need for Xuanyuan Yiren to rescue him. Weak Shui can recover and wake up in three to five hours at most.
My mind immediately relaxed and I completely let go. Zong Shou leaned towards Shui Lingbo with a smile on his face.
"Junior sister, why are you in a daze? If you don't take action, I'm afraid there will be no chance -"
Weowu Shui's injury had recovered, and Zong Shou was in a good mood, so he was also in the mood to make fun of Shui Lingbo.
Shui Lingbo was suddenly slightly angry, turned his head and glared at Zong Shou fiercely. I thought that one day, I would surpass this son in the Xuanming Golden Book!
At the moment, he could only respond helplessly, and then sneered with disdain: "It's just some garbage, what's so good about it? Only you can take a fancy to it. It's ridiculous that this king is in vain to be the overlord for a lifetime. In the end, he died. Later, he became a pauper, which is really pitiful—"
As Zong Shou listened, he remembered that Fairy Taiyuan was the real luckiest person under the God Emperor.
In the past few decades, I don’t know how many rare treasures I have obtained. There is even a Martial Saint Golden Pill in his body. It’s no wonder that he doesn’t like anything here.
After despising King Xiang, Shui Lingbo pointed downward with his green fingers: "It's you, if you don't get that thing, others will snatch it away?"
The place pointed by Shui Lingbo was exactly at the top of the high platform. After the outer layer is shattered. Inside is another jade stone platform. The top one is a golden throne. Carved with nine-headed dragon shapes, it looks luxurious and solemn.
But if you look carefully with your spiritual eyes, you can see countless blood-red evil spirits lingering on it.
Zong Shou took a brief look at it and didn't care at all: "I don't like this thing very much because it doesn't suit my temperament. If they can take it away, there's nothing wrong with it -"
Although he said this in his mouth, he was still confused in his heart.
When I saw this throne for the first time, I already felt something was wrong. Between this thing, there is both repulsion and disgust, but also extremely strong attraction.
To be more precise, it should be hunger and thirst—
At its most extreme, it almost made him lose his mind, hallucinations abounded in his consciousness, and he subconsciously wanted to touch it. In the end, it was Abi Throne who spontaneously cut off his spiritual connection and finally woke up.
He couldn't explain exactly how he felt. Zong Shou always felt that if he sat on it, something would happen. Something will change.
Whether it is good or bad, I don’t know—
The only thing that is certain is that the Abi Throne obviously already has its own preliminary weapon spirit and will choose its own master.
And I am afraid that I have been excluded from this throne.
Could it be that the spiritual fluctuations I felt outside Yinlong Valley before were this thing
"You are really weird! This Throne of Abi was made by the First Emperor who gathered countless spiritual gold from all over the world to resist the invasion of the royal aura. You are actually willing to be so generous with such a treasure-"
Shui Lingbo shook his head, too lazy to say anything else. Since Zong Shou doesn't want it, can he still force it
While the two were talking, a ninth-level spiritual cultivator had already arrived at the top of the high platform.
With a face full of ecstasy, he grabbed towards the throne. When he was about to collect it, he looked horrified.
Then the whole person suddenly shrank. In an instant, the skin, flesh, and blood seemed to be drained away. All over his body, there was only a skeleton left.
Until the end, the whole body turned into sand and turned into dust.
Several monks who were trying to fight around were obviously startled. But he was still unwilling to accept it and still tried to collect it.
Having learned from the past, naturally I don’t dare to touch it with my hands anymore. They each used their spiritual magic to try to absorb it.
But every time the inner breath of spiritual power comes into contact with the Avi throne, the energy, blood and essence in these people's bodies rush out one after another.
In an instant, there were four ninth-level monks surrounding the throne. Turned into dust. Only two people escaped by luck. But most of the skin, bones, flesh and blood had also been removed, and the shape was miserable.
Shui Lingbo and Zong Shou looked at each other in confusion, and then the former nodded slightly: "You're right! It's really best not to touch this thing for the time being!"
Zong Shou also felt scared, this Abi throne was more domineering than his Tianyuan Transformation Art.
If he 'swallowed' someone, at least there would be some residue left behind. This Abi throne has no scum left at all.
If I were to touch this thing rashly. At this time, I really don’t know what will happen.
Suddenly, I felt alarmed and looked up at the sky. I saw another ball of light and shadow coming from the sky.
The aura was so dazzling that people subconsciously averted their eyes. But immediately he felt something was wrong and looked carefully again. I saw that in the light, it was exactly the shape of a book.
"It's Yu Shu!"
"It's actually here!"
I don’t know who it was, but it was the first person who screamed in surprise. Then almost everyone turned their attention. Even those who chased the aura and got a few pieces stopped and looked over. There was a hint of fanaticism in the surprised expression.
Zong Shou also frowned, and used his soul power to gather in his eyes, penetrating the layer of spiritual light.
Then his expression became a little strange.
On the surface of the book, there are indeed the words "The Record of the Creation of the Sky". But why is this feeling different from his "Zhouji Mingshishu" -
And in the legend, shouldn't the two books in the universe be one
Why at this time, this Zhouji Life World deep in his soul. Why no response at all
All kinds of doubts arose in his heart, but Zong Shou had no time to think about them carefully.
What is the truth? You always need to hold it in your hand and look at it to know the reason.
Shui Lingbo let out a light scolding and suddenly rose into the sky. A golden fine net was covering the "Creation of the Sky" in the distance.
"Zong Shou, I will decide this Yushu! If you dare to fight, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword—"
When Zong Shou heard this, the corner of his lips raised, he also raised his sword, flew into the air, and laughed softly: "Who can take it away depends on his ability. I will not give in to anyone -"
Regardless of whether this thing is "The Creation of the Sky" or not, he is bound to get it!
"You said this!"
Shui Lingbo snorted as he saw the fine net trying to cover the earthy yellow book.
But only a sword light was seen. Suddenly it rose into the sky. With the intention of destruction, just right, he deflected the fine net.
"Desperate!"
Looking ahead from a distance, Jue Yu was already far away from Yu Shu, but within a short distance, Shui Lingbo's pupils immediately shrank. There was another sword shadow, slashing across the void.
Cutting off time, Jue Xin had no choice but to fly backwards to avoid it.
This Li Wuhui had just been forced to retreat by despair. Yuan Wushang was flying down with the same sword over there. Thousands of spiritual explosions blasted Li Wuhui's figure away from the distance!
Several people were fighting for each other, and in the blink of an eye, they had fought several times. However, no one could get close to the "Record of the Creation of the Sky". Instead, they were forced further and further away by the light and shadow of the sword.
As for those ninth-level monks, they couldn't get close at all. Wherever the sword, light, and sword rush, there is often only residual energy, which is enough to be fatal.
He could only look pale and watch a few people fighting from a distance. I have completely stopped thinking about snatching the "Creation of the Sky".
Zong Shou was the last to take action, but he was the last to arrive. Just when a few people were restraining each other and fighting fiercely, they suddenly took a step and walked about a hundred feet away from the "Record of the Creation of the Sky".
Several people around him were suddenly startled. When he was looking at a loss, he didn't know whether he should take action or continue fighting. That Yuan Wushang was already slashing down with a sword light from his subordinates.