Looking at the three huge portals in front of him, Jiang Zirou was thoughtful.
Not surprisingly, these portals correspond to different levels of tests, and depending on the results obtained, the rewards obtained are naturally different...
This is one of them.
Feeling the aura coming from the portal, it is expected that this test will not be very simple, and even if you are careless, you may lose your life.
Even through all kinds of hardships, treasures can be obtained from within.
After walking out of the Shenwu Catacombs, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, but still worried about being snatched by the people around him.
"This is really...not easy."
Thinking of this, even a fierce man like Jiang Zirou couldn't help shaking his head slightly.
This is the way of practice, going up against the sky, fighting with the sky, and fighting with people.
Getting very little is tough.
But if you are not careful, you will die beyond redemption.
only…
Looking at the three huge portals in front of him, a mysterious restriction appeared in Jiang Zirou's mind.
She squinted slightly.
He stretched out his hand and pinched a formula, and then, a string of streamers flew from the portal in front of him.
Among the other corners of the Shenwu Catacombs.
At the same time, a streamer with much smaller light escaped and landed in front of Jiang Zirou.
in these objects.
There are eighty-one treasures glowing white, and twenty-seven treasures glowing blue.
There are nine treasures of purple light, and finally, there are three treasures shrouded in golden light floating in front of her.
You don't need to think about it, you can understand that these treasures correspond to four different grades of treasures: Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven.
"This time it's really rewarding..."
A gleam of joy flashed in front of Jiang Zirou's eyes, although he failed to take back the entire Shenwu Catacombs.
But being able to catch all these things in one go is a windfall for Jiang Zirou.
To know…
The Shenwu Catacombs opened every thousand years, but it doesn't mean that every time the treasures can have this abundance.
The treasures of Huang and Xuan are relatively easy to say.
In Jiang Zirou's eyes, it doesn't seem particularly precious.
But the treasures of the ground level are quite rare, and they are very attractive to the Great Sage.
The treasure of the heaven rank has not appeared for many years. The last time it was recorded... even Jiang Zirou didn't know when it was.
One hundred and eight treasures of yellow and black quality, Jiang Zirou didn't even look at them, and threw them into his storage space with a wave of his hand.
These things won't do you any favors.
When I return to Daxia in the future, it may be of good use to my disciples or the Jinyiwei of the Imperial Army of Daxia.
"well…"
When Jiang Zirou took a closer look at the nine earth-level treasures, he couldn't hide his disappointment.
Among them are some exercises, weapons, and some precious pills, except that those pills are still useful to him.
Cultivation techniques, weapons... are really unsatisfactory.
In fact, it's not that the quality of these things is bad.
The opening of the Shenwu Catacombs has attracted countless people's eagerly looking forward to it. Every time it is opened, it is bound to be accompanied by turmoil.
Change the pattern of the whole new world.
Some of the treasures are naturally very good, but it's just that the level of skills that Jiang Zirou has obtained from the system over the years is too strong.
And she herself is a person of great fortune.
Therefore, these things in the Shenwu Catacombs did not fall into her eyes very much.
With a wave of long sleeves.
The purple precious light in the cave also disappeared.
It was those floating golden halos... Jiang Zirou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally there was a look of joy in his eyes.
These three treasures.
From left to right, there is a piece of black soil, a palm-sized white jade bottle, and a white jade-like bone book.
Jiang Zirou stretched out his hand.
Take that black soil in your hands first.
This piece of soil is no more than the size of a human head, and it glows with a crystal-clear radiance, from which rich vitality of heaven and earth escapes.
At this moment, it fell into Jiang Zirou's hands.
It was heavy and boundless, and with a click, Jiang Zirou's bones were caught off guard.
She first practiced the real body of Taiwu, and then practiced Dragon Elephant Wisdom.
Coupled with the baptism of the catastrophe and the increase of the talent of the phoenix blood.
Even if it's really a mountain in front of you, trying to pull it up... that's really not a joke at all.
But Rao is so.
When Jiang Zirou held the black soil, he also felt very strenuous, as if he was holding up a piece of sky.
The vitality all over his body was boiling, rippling with golden mist.
"Xi Rang! It's the legendary Xi Rang!" Xie Yan screamed, appearing a bit out of control.
Breathing soil... It is said that it is transformed from the source of soil, and it is a kind of soil that can grow and expand by itself.
As long as this kind of thing is as small as a fingernail, thrown into the river, it can block a large river thousands of meters wide.
In Jiang Zirou's hand was the head-sized loam.
She reckoned that throwing it into the sea would give birth to an island full of vitality.
She naturally knew about Xi Yang's origin.
This kind of thing is extremely precious, and it is also very useful. The soil transformed by the origin of the soil is extremely fertile, which can meet the growth conditions of various rare and precious trees.
very rare...
Moreover, if this piece of breath soil is thrown into the Qiankun Cauldron.
Presumably, it can also greatly increase the power of this treasure tripod, and Jiang Zirou is equivalent to carrying a fertile medicine field with him.
Kill two birds with one stone!
She no longer hesitated, and reached out to sacrifice the Qiankun Cauldron.
"Boom!"
A bronze cauldron as tall as half a person appeared in front of Jiang Zirou, with pieces of tiny powder rippling.
This four-legged square tripod was shaking slightly, and the precious light was rippling. It was very rare that the spiritual wisdom in the tripod was conveying a longing emotion.
The cauldron spirit of the Qiankun cauldron is far less lively than Xieyan.
But it also has a lot of wisdom, and can distinguish those treasures that are beneficial to oneself.
Divine weapons like Xieyan and Qiankunding can actually practice on their own.
They seem to be a different kind of monks, but the number is really rare and hard to find in the world.
"boom!"
Jiang Zirou didn't hesitate, and threw the head-sized Xiyang directly into the Qiankun cauldron.
There was a "crash".
in an instant.
There are thousands of auspicious colors and ten thousand rays of light.
This relatively wide cave was submerged by the brilliant Shen Xi, and the Qian Kun Cauldron was shaking violently.
It is as if there is a round of strange world accumulating in the tripod.
If it weren't for the depth of 500 meters underground, the Shenwu Catacombs would have the instinct to conceal the secrets of heaven.
I am afraid that the divine light of the Qiankun Ding can be clearly seen thousands of miles away.
"It's a bit extraordinary..."
Jiang Zirou didn't look too much, and put the Qiankun Cauldron in the corner of the Shenwu Catacombs. This kind of transformation will take some time, so there is no need to wait here.
He reached out and put the second treasure, the palm-sized jade bottle, in his hand.
"Fetal Yuan Pill..."
The elixir obviously has extremely powerful medicinal power, she just took a sip.
Then I felt that my vitality was undergoing a certain transformation, becoming more tenacious, thick, and full of vitality.
"It's like a kind of elixir for improving cultivation, but it's more than that... You'll know when you take it later."
Put down the pill for now.
Jiang Zirou looked at the third and last treasure.
"This is... Divine Soul Blood Refining Technique!"
Opening the book and seeing the contents, Jiang Zirou couldn't hide his calm this time, his pupils shrank slightly, looking very shocked.
"The secret method recorded in this book can actually refine the blood of monsters and beasts and turn them into talents, which can be inscribed on oneself..."
"It's unbelievable...it's really unbelievable!"
She muttered in her mouth, which was rare, and she lost her composure.
After helping Jiang Longxiang awaken his talent, why is it so difficult for the human race to practice.
Jiang Zirou also discussed it with several of his disciples.
Plus the secrets from the selfless elders.
Gradually, a bold guess gradually took shape in the discussion.
At the very beginning, the Origin Continent was a land of monsters and monsters, and no human race lived here.
After that, a group of people were exiled here for unknown reasons.
Their bloodlines were deprived, and most of their cultivation methods were not passed down... These people are the ancestors of all races in the old and new worlds.
During these thousands of years.
The surviving human race gradually spread out and flourished.
It even reclaimed this piece of Jedi into the fertile Thirteen States of Great Xia today.
There are many hardships and hardships.
What happened in it is not even seen in the history books.
In the last few thousand years, martial arts has gradually prospered. But because the martial arts of the human race are derived from the skills of the monster race, plus the reason for the deprivation of blood.
It makes the practice of the human race extremely difficult.
It's okay to talk about it when you are in a low realm, but when you reach the great master, you want to take a step forward by practicing spiritual thoughts.
It's as difficult as climbing the sky!
Especially breaking through from a semi-holy to a saint, even if the old and new worlds add up.
What is on the bright side is nothing more than two hands.
Jiang Zirou thought that compared with the monster race, the human race must have an advantage in terms of cultivation talent.
But there are so few saint monks in the human race... The most likely reason is the deprivation of blood.
she guessed.
In Yuanyang Realm, the continent ruled by the distant overseas human race.
Cultivation relies on one's own skills and blood.
To become a saint, you don't need luck to protect your body, or take great risks to get through a dead end.
Just like the Yaozu.
Spiritual thoughts, vitality, and physical body, the three are combined into one, and they undergo transformation under the guidance of blood power.
Naturally.
You can easily become a saint, compared with the world of origin where you use luck to practice.
This method is undoubtedly much easier.
but now.
With this soul blood refining technique, the monks of the human race no longer need to be shackled.
You can be free...to give full play to your talents and roots!
No longer need to be trapped in the semi-holy realm, watching your life essence go by without words and lamenting!
certainly.
For Jiang Zirou, this exercise has little meaning.
She has double pupils and three supernatural powers obtained from the dead end.
For her, practice is as easy as eating and drinking.
But for the cultivation world of the entire human race, the significance of this technique is really too great!
The shortness of breath gradually subsided.
Jiang Zirou left Xi Yang and the fetus pill, and packed the bone book and the rest of the treasures he got from the Shenwu Catacombs.
"Go back to the world of origin and send these things to Jiangcheng, so that those three little guys can make good use of them..."
"Come on..."
Evil eyes popped out of the corners.
This guy is considered unfathomable, if it weren't for Jiang Zirou's methods, he would just restrain it.
I am afraid that it is really not an easy task to subdue it.
Jiang Zirou was relieved to leave these things to Xieyan.
Xieyan left.
The Shenwu Catacombs gradually cleared up, Jiang Zirou controlled the Catacombs to dive down, leaving a teleportation circle in the Catacombs.
can be expected.
In this millennium, the Shenwu Catacombs will not appear again in the eyes of people in the New World.
In the next period of time.
She intends to swallow the Fetal Yuan Pill, trying to see if she can reach the Great Sage realm in one go.
…
After three months.
In the eleventh year of Yong'an, Henghuang held a grand spring festival in the imperial mausoleum.
And the next day.
Jiang Longxiang led an army of 100,000 and three full-staffed martial arts regiments to the south.
Across the endless Daze in Liangzhou.
Knock on the gate of Yan State, and conquer fifteen cities in three days.
fourth day.
The army is approaching the city.
…
Yan Kingdom, in the imperial capital.
The lights were on and on, and in the splendid hall, there were guards walking around with weapons in their hands.
This is a prosperous city with a history of more than 700 years.
During this period of glory or corruption, this ancient city has never experienced a single war.
Gradually.
So much so that people regarded the ancient city wall outside the imperial city as a decoration.
until now.
When Daxia's iron cavalry, those invincible martial arts legions like pouring steel were hoarding under the city.
The dignitaries living here gradually woke up from the forest of wine and meat.
For the first time, they discovered that the shadow of death was so imminent.
So much so that Jiang Longxiang hadn't started to attack the city yet.
In the imperial capital of the Yan Kingdom, there were prominent nobles who presented gold and silver treasures, excellent soldiers and horses, and even stunning beauties who overwhelmed the country and the city.
Jiang Longxiang didn't refuse, and accepted them one by one.
This made some dignitaries who were still on the sidelines in the Imperial City of Yan make up their minds.
The treasures collected over the years were sent out of the city one after another.
And those dignitaries before were naturally not to be outdone. In fact, they didn't mind whether the city belonged to Great Xia or Yan Kingdom.
What they hope is to preserve their status in a new round of reshuffle.
Some of them have even colluded with the gate guards to open the city gate when Jiang Longxiang attacked the city...
…
"boom!"
In the palace, King Yan slapped the table heavily.
The lights flickered.
Against him, his face, which became more ferocious because of anger and despair, looked like a ghost.
"These trash! National thieves!"
He cursed loudly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he swept all the scrolls and wine bottles on the table to the ground.
The blood-red wine was spilled everywhere.
He was Zhao Zian, the former Crown Prince of Yan, who planned Ke Qiao's assassination of Jiang Heng.
Last year, when the king went out to hunt, he was frightened by wild boars that came out of the dense forest.
He fell off his horse and died.
Became a little bit of a joke.
King Yan died, and what was left to the crown prince was neither glory nor wealth, nor power.
It's a puddle of mud!
Zhao Zian is by no means incompetent.
Otherwise, he would not have poked Ke Qiao, who was in the realm of a great master, to assassinate Jiang Heng when Daxia was not yet rejuvenated.
It is precisely because of this.
He has the vision to recognize reality, and he also has the determination and skills to govern the country.
But in the past year since he took the throne, he has hit a wall everywhere, because the country is rotten at its roots, and it cannot be restored by one person alone.
nature…
The situation that Jiang Heng encountered back then was actually similar to him.
But the good thing is...Jiang Heng has a younger sister who has good hands and eyes, and the relationship between the two is very good.
Zhao Zian didn't have someone like Jiang Zirou who could suppress the whole world, not even a close and trustworthy person.
Ke Qiao used to be a...
It's a pity that he died in the hands of Jiang Zirou.
Up to now, he is sitting on the throne, and he doesn't even have the confidence to scold those courtiers loudly.
he knows.
Outside the door, at this moment, there were at least seven or eight sights watching him.
"boom!"
Slowly, he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
As if his spine had been removed, his whole body was limp.
"Clatter..."
A gust of wind blew by, and the candles flickered.
There was a thunderstorm outside the window, followed by bursts of spring rain.
The spring rain that was supposed to bring vitality to all things fell on King Yan's heart at this moment, but it made him feel a little bit of light all over his body.
He took off his belt carefully.
Hanging on the beam, he moved a stool and stood tremblingly on it.
He has disheveled hair and looks like a ghost.
He couldn't help but think of his youthful ambitions, his youthful elation, his helplessness after ascension to the throne, and his current desolation.
As long as you kick your toes, you can be completely relieved...
At this moment, a playful laugh sounded in the ears of Zhao Zian, the young King of Yan.
"Jie Jie Jie, do you yearn for power..."