"Last Year of the Ancient Times? Ghost Fang Ship?"
Many monks can't calm down, even the ancient races are eye-catching. Regardless of what the ghost ship is, just looking at the ship's historical background can make everyone present go crazy.
Taikoo, it was a very remote and very old age. Many things were annihilated in the inter-age war. The masterpieces and immortal artifacts of that era have never appeared in the world.
It is rumored that Taikoo is the age of immortals, and that is a shining age. Because of all kinds of rumors, people now are extremely yearning.
"Old man Ke, how did you know it was something from the immemorial age? Where did you get the information?" The monk looked at the person who was talking, who was a little older.
The old man’s cultivation base was completed at the Huamai realm, his eyes shone with excitement, and he said, “The old man traveled around the world when he was young and found a coffin in an abandoned mine. He saw it on the coffin. The engraved picture of the ship, and it is marked next to it is the Taikoo Ghost Ship!"
"What information is on the coffin?" someone asked hurriedly.
"No, the age is too old, a lot of information is obliterated, and the coffin breath is terrible, people with a low cultivation base can't get close at all, the destruction above it can directly obliterate ordinary monks!" Old man Ke recalled the past. , Are afraid after a while.
"Old man Ke, do you think you are very unusual?" Someone laughed. Old man Ke said so terribly, he definitely couldn't get close to the coffin with his cultivation of the Dzogchen Realm.
"The old man's cultivation base back then was the True Blood Realm Dzogchen..." Old man Ke looked very sad, and his past was unrememberable. "Just because the mechanism of the coffin was touched, the coffin exuded a terrifying murderous intent, and it was instantly obliterated. Several fellow daoists who went with me, and I was in a critical juncture, burning my own cultivation base for fifty years before escaping my life."
Recalling the time, old man Ke looked regretful. Fifty years of cultivation base, the fall from the True Blood Realm to the Transformation Realm, this is a huge blow to anyone, and countless efforts have been wasted.
Many people began to sympathize with Old Man Ke. The mood of falling down suddenly from a height is uncomfortable for anyone. For fifty years, it is very difficult for a cultivator to accept the meditation state. Many people will be able to enter the real blood state within fifty years, become real masters, and look forward to the world.
"It's amazing that things from the end of the ancient times will stay in the Mandala Wasteland."
"I can't wait, enter now!"
More than a hundred people swarmed forward to enter the ship from that hole. If they could find anything from it, it would be a huge gain.
This group of people are very poor casual practitioners and small sect disciples, and will never let go of good things when they encounter good things. How dare the people in Zongling Dongtian let them in? The spear that nailed the bones easily attracted their attention, and once it was pulled off, the consequences would be disastrous.
"You can't go in, there is a big horror inside!" The disciples of Zongling Dongtian instantly blocked the hole to stop everyone.
"There is a big horror in it, why are you still here? Is it deliberately to tell the past monks to remind everyone to pay attention?" Some people naturally don't believe that Zongling Dongtian's move must be to swallow the treasures in the big ship.
"We are telling the truth!" Li Feng and others shouted loudly.
The golden-eyed four-armed ape jumped up and shouted: "Get out of the way, whoever dares to stop, I tore him!"
Behind it, there are seven or eight beasts, each of which is frightening. In the same realm, these ancient races have unique advantages, and their strength can crush their opponents.
In the end, under the pressure of many creatures, the people of Zongling Cave Sky had to retreat and let them enter the ship.
"What shall we do? Little Uncle is still inside!"
"We also go in, and we must prevent them from pulling out the spear anyway! The resurrection of the bones will definitely kill everyone who enters the ship." Yang Yihao is very worried. If the bones lose the power of sealing, it must be. To kill the Quartet.
Zhao Hengtu hurriedly stopped and said: "So many people enter, the goal is too big, and there are too many variables inside. I entered with He Taiming and Li Feng. The rest of the people will leave here. If there is any change, the whole army will not be annihilated."
Chen Tai said: "Uncle Zhao, if the three of you enter, will your strength be too weak?"
"We all go in, and can we contend with so many of them? That spear can't be pulled off by anyone!" Zhao Hengtu frowned and stared at the hole. Even so, there must be some ancient races. Power like Di Jing might be desperate to snatch it.
After everyone discussed and decided, Zhao Hengtu, He Taiming, and Li Feng entered the ghost boat, while the others, led by Chen Tai and Yang Yihao, set off toward the depths of the Ming Tu wasteland.
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Inside the big ship, it was deep and dark, like a nether land, air-conditioned.
Di Jing took Yun Yan and kept going deep. The inside of this big ship seemed to be much larger than imagined. It hadn't come to an end after flying for so long.
The god Yun Yi's eyes were like torches, shining two red glows, and looked around. At the entrance, there are all broken internal structures, as well as some bones that have been dead for many years.
In those bones, Di Jing could still faintly feel some residual prestige. It is conceivable how terrifying the cultivation level of these corpses was before they were alive. Even after countless years after death, the power contained in the bones is still not there. Dissipated.
"The whole ship is full of powerful masters. What kind of power is this? It's so amazing?" Flying along the way, there are no less than a hundred skeletons. During the war, all fell in the ship, how sad it is!
Along the way, one person and one beast did not encounter a living thing, which is also considered a blessing. In a short time, with Yun Qian's feeling guided, Di Jing came to a cabin.
This cabin is made of a rare iron ore, which is quite strong and tightly locked. Di Jing tried it, and found that it couldn't be damaged at all, and there were some incomplete formation patterns on it.
The formation pattern is incomplete and can no longer have any protective effect, but it is difficult to break open just by the hardness of the hatch, and with Di Jing's feeling, even if the true blood cultivator comes, it may not be able to open it.
"Is there anything you need in it?" Di Jing looked at Yun Qian and asked.
Unexpectedly, Yun Qian shook his head. After making some gestures, he told Di Jing that there might be some good things in it and he could take them away.
Di Jing glanced at it angrily, and said: "This hatch is so hard, even if I use my full strength, I can't shake a single bit. How can I get the contents inside?"
Although this big black ship is weird, all signs have shown that the big ship is very old. Although buried by history, it has scary treasures. There must be something against the sky in this independent cabin.
Yun Qian also returned his contemptuous look, sitting on Di Jing's shoulders, both ears were pulled down, as if he was very dissatisfied with Di Jing.
"By the way, I remember now, you know how to space shuttle!" Di Jing suddenly thought of Yun Qian's talent and supernatural powers, exclaimed.
If you can shuttle into the space, no matter how strong the hatch is, it won't be a problem.
Seeing Di Jing finally remembered its magical powers, Yun Yi's ears stood up immediately, full of energy, and instantly disappeared in place with Di Jing.
At that moment, Di Jing felt the turbulent flow of space, and in the next moment, he appeared in the cabin.
"Oh my God!"
After Di Jing stood firmly, seeing everything in front of him, his heart couldn't help but violently twitched. This cabin is undoubtedly a small treasure house, and the things inside are still so well-preserved.
"Heaven's fortune!" This was the only thought in Di Jing's heart at this time, and it kept echoing.
Yun Yi was also stunned. The red light in its eyes became a bit unstable, and it did not expect that the things in it would be so rich and attractive, which was completely unexpected.
"This...is it the magic lamp of ten thousand years? It is said that a pot of lamp oil can be lighted for ten thousand years!"
In the middle of this small warehouse, an oil lamp hung in the air, shining brightly, illuminating the entire warehouse. Inside the lamp pot, there was only a trace of lamp oil left at this time. It was claimed to be able to burn for 10,000 years, and it was now nearing its end.
"Could it be that this big black ship has been buried in the Mingtu Wasteland for ten thousand years?!" If the legend of the Wannian magic lamp is true, then things are very scary. Ten thousand years ago, it was the alternation of ancient and ancient times. At that time, it was a terrible time, the main continents were all in the middle of war, and the monks fell like ants from nine days.
"Squeak!" Yun Qian yelled anxiously from the side, pointing to a corner.
Di Jing looked at it, but it was a jar, which was sealed. I picked up the jar and shook it. There was a sound of ding-dong water in it, and the lid was lifted, and a scent of scent was immediately permeated, which made people fascinated.
"This scent... is the same as the scent of the magic lamp of Wannian!" Di Jing immediately understood that the jar was filled with kerosene. This kind of lamp oil is very precious and amazing. It can be used as a magic lamp for Wannian. The lamp oil is naturally not a mundane thing.
Half a jar of such a precious thing was placed in front of him!
"Put the oil first."
Di Jing was extremely excited. The 10,000-year magic lamp can illuminate the nine netherlands and illuminate the emptiness, reveal the dimness that is invisible to the naked eye, and bring out the subtleness that is imperceptible to the naked eye.
Fill a pot of oil and you can take another ten thousand years!
"Hey, what are you doing?" Di Jing was about to collect the oil jar, only to find that Yun Qian fell directly on the mouth of the oil jar, sipping the kerosene.
There was only half a can of lamp oil, but suddenly it was half less. Regardless of Yun Qian's small size and ruining things, he was not merciful.