After the yellow-haired old man shouted, Xu Yi took out the forbidden cards and threw them into the air. The sparkling net in the air, as if with a spirituality, automatically sucked in all the forbidden cards, and each banned card was embedded in a piece precisely. grid.
In an instant, the entire grid was inlaid, and then, after a burst of movement, the entire optical network suddenly disappeared, and then, the optical network covered the position, revealing a wide palace-shaped stone gate in the shape of white marble. Come.
Everyone's blood boiled with enthusiasm, without anyone's order, hundreds of monks shot into the palace almost at the same time, even if the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu ordered them, they couldn't restrain the greed in everyone's hearts.
Xu Yi wasn't very excited, there were really too many people, he was pessimistic about finding the treasure he wanted, he had little hope, and he didn't have much desire, but since he came, he always wanted to go in and explore.
It was only a few breaths too late for the last wave, and Xu Yi entered the dome-shaped palace door. It was really too fast and too urgent for the front wave.
The moment he stepped into the entire palace, Xu Yi understood that this was not an ancient tomb at all, but a palace, the residence of the living.
He has also read articles similar to the tomb of the gods in ancient books, saying that monks who participate in the cultivation of good fortune and know that their lives are about to die will often sit in their former residences and make enough pretense around their residences to avoid being disturbed and prohibition.
From Xu Yi's point of view, the pretense around this palace-like tomb is the majestic endless mountains.
It's just that no matter how perfect the pretense and powerful restrictions are, they are no match for the passage of time, let alone the greedy hearts of the younger monks.
With this in mind, Xu Yi didn't feel ashamed at all, and didn't even realize that he was one of the greedy people in front of him.
He walked very slowly, not like a treasure hunter, but like a traveler, carefully looking at the decorations on the surrounding walls, various text messages, and the placement of limited furnishings in the hall.
He was even imagining the trajectory of the owner's activities here before his death.
Xu Yizheng was leisurely and leisurely, when suddenly earth-shattering shouts erupted from the crowd, Xu Yiteng jumped up, and saw a huge golden wall appearing in the front of the crowd, with many grids drawn out from the wall, he saw a box full of golden wishes in it. Pearls, a large number of Qingtian spirits, and the Wannian Snow Jade Hualu he dreamed of, as well as the cheats for refining the top magic weapon.
No matter how calm Xu Yi was, he couldn't help his blood boiling at this moment. Just as he was about to act, a thought suddenly came to his mind, "Get out of here! Illusion!"
Xu Yi bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and his mind was cleared instantly. Then, a huge light burst out, and countless golden lights shot over. The dozens of people who rushed at the front were instantly shot by the golden light.
These people were the most eager to rush, and their desires were the most blazing, and they simply lost their defenses. When the golden light came, they had no time to organize an effective defense. In an instant, they were pierced by the golden light, and more than thirty lives were lost in an instant, and countless resources were gone. all over the floor.
It was also these people who resisted for a while, which bought precious time for the people behind. All the monks shot together, and for a while, the clouds woven by mana resisted the piercing of the golden light, and kept retreating.
Finally, everyone withdrew into the vicinity of the palace gate again, and Jin Guang stopped firing.
"Sanyan Light Splitting Technique, I didn't expect to see it again today. If it weren't for the large number of people like me, and the age of this formation, the power will be greatly damaged. I am afraid that whoever comes here will have to pay for his life."
An old man in a brocade robe said with a chill in his eyes.
"How many deaths, I feel that there are fewer deaths."
An extremely inappropriate voice suddenly sounded, and everyone stared angrily at once. When they saw that the person who could speak was the blood-clothed boy Qiu Bojun who had asked for three chapters, many people lowered their heads again.
Qiu Bojun sneered and said, "Qiu made three chapters, and the words are still in my ears, but they haven't played the slightest role. What should be fought is still to be fought, and what should be fought is still to be fought. If you really eat dung, you may not be able to keep up with the heat. It seems that this generation will end up like this, what's the matter?" What a pity...”
Qiu Bojun reprimanded him for quite a while, but no one jumped out to retaliate.
Xu Yi knew very well that Qiu Bojun was completely wishful thinking. It was a loosely organized alliance that required discipline. What's more, in the face of huge profits, they were brothers of the same clan.
There are many people who see through and don't tell the truth. After Qiu Bojun broke out, the yellow-haired old man Yuan Zichu, who is also one of the three leaders, glanced at Qiu Bojun and said, "Brother Qiu said a lot, everyone, which god's tomb doesn't have a large formation? Even if you are scrambling to get the treasure, you have to see if the guard formation is breached first. Well, without delay, Brother Gu Zhongtong, you are famous for your extensive knowledge and ability to judge ancient relics, and you are the unparalleled fifth team. Dare I ask Brother Gu, can you tell who is the owner of this divine tomb?"
The old man in brocade robe who had previously mentioned the "Three-Yan Light Splitting Technique" said, "If my prediction is correct, this should be the residence of the Xinghai old man who ruled the world eight thousand years ago, the Emerald Palace."
"What, Xinghai old man Bai Gushu, this gentleman is the best at collecting treasures, and the details involved are mixed. It is rumored that this gentleman has already ascended to Taoism, how could he die here?"
"Isn't the Jade Palace built in the west of Fanhai? How could it be hidden in the Kunlun Ruins?"
"It is said that the old man of Xinghai has the art of refining treasures, and the accompanying magic treasure, the mountain and river seal, is the treasure of the heavenly spirit. Could it be that it is also here?"
"What, the treasure of the heavenly spirit, is there really such a thing in the world?"
"..."
The discussions and concerns among the crowd, from the judgment of the owner of the hall at the very beginning, gradually shifted to the treasures in the hall.
"Treasure of the Heavenly Spirit!"
Even Xu Yi couldn't help being agitated.
There are high and low ranks of magic treasures, and the high and low ranks correspond to the difference in the number and color of the heavenly spirits integrated into the magic treasure.
The treasure of the heavenly spirit is a treasure of nature, it is not made by cultivators, but at most it is just nourished.
Such treasures are often powerful, but the biggest advantage is that there is one thing and one master, as long as one can successfully enter the mind, the treasure can be controlled.
Who can not be moved by such a treasure.
The yellow-haired old man Yuan Zichu waved his hands to silence the noise in the arena, and cupped his fists at Gu Zhongtong, "Brother Gu, may you be sure?"
Gu Zhongtong nodded arrogantly and did not make too many statements. This is his dignity as a top ancient appraiser.
Yuan Zichu clasped his fists at Ping Botao and said, "Brother Ping, you are a master of formation, now it's up to you."
Ping Botao nodded slightly, but he saw him waving his hands in the air, and countless rays of light gathered into a human shape. Immediately, he planed out a paper figurine, which fell into the human shape formed by the light rays, and instantly turned into a young monk with red lips and white teeth. .
"Puppetry!"
Xu Yi was taken aback. He had seen puppetry in ancient books, but it was like a miracle that Ping Botao had refined puppets to such an extent.