The dusk fence blows the fragrance, and there is no floral fragrance and dark orchid.

No one answered the small knock on the wood, and the tiptoe did not stop to disturb the moss.

In this small hut in the underground secret place, there is no decoration, and there are no treasures.

When I pushed the door in, I could only see three or five simple pieces of furniture placed there, and I don't know how long it had been, as if it would turn into powder if I touched it lightly.

What attracted Yang Jian was the picture scroll hanging on the wall, on which a man was depicted, dressed in a mighty battle armor, but he still couldn't hide his bookish spirit.

The stone slab on the ground in front of this scroll is obviously brighter than that in other places, and if you look closely, you can see that the slate is polished and shiny.

"Perhaps, there is an infatuated woman who has been yearning for a long time here and can't bear to leave. ”

Yang Jian sighed with such emotion, and he was always reluctant to associate this infatuated woman with the demon clan ancestor Mei Kongmei.

Da Ang next to him scratched his head and muttered, "Why can't it be a man?"

Yang Jian glared at Da Ang, who smiled, and saw that there were no treasures here, so he went out to walk around the yard.

No matter how hostile it was, Yang Jian did not destroy the hut, and although he discovered that there was a piece of precious jade buried under the vegetable garden outside the house, Yang Jian did not touch it.

Finally, a sign of respect for a would-be saint.

When leaving this hut, Yang Jian stopped for a while, but he didn't say anything, and took Da Ang to the underground palace on the diagonal.

As soon as he entered this hall full of treasures, Da Ang screamed and went straight to the pool in the center of the hall.

"How can there be the breath of our witch clan in this ice!"

Yang Jian, who was looking at the treasures placed all over the palace, was also stunned when he heard this, and he used the Qiankun Escape Technique, stepped into the center of the main hall, and looked down at the pool with a faint white mist.

As soon as he got closer, he felt a biting cold, and under this white mist, there was actually a piece of dark ice, exuding bursts of icy cold, making the entire hall extremely cool.

Xuanbing's whole body is milky white, but there are a few bits in the middle.

"Can't be wrong! can't be wrong!" Da Ang was inexplicably excited, his eyes were a little red, "This is the breath of that old ancestor, it can't be wrong!"

Yang Jian hurriedly asked, "Which ancestral witch?"

"Fire God, Zhu Rong!" Da Ang shouted, and Putong knelt down and kowtowed by the pool.

Zhurong's blood?

And it's the blood of Zhurong that was preserved with this Xuan Ice!

Yang Jian's spirit suddenly became excited, he cultivated eight or nine Xuangong, especially in this 'long' Xuanzhu realm, the best tonic was the blood of the ancestral witch!

As his combat power continues to soar, he has now entered a bottleneck period, if he can't break through the eight or nine Xuangong, his strength will be like this for a long time in the future.

But if the few places in this dark ice are red, they are all the blood of Zhu Rong......

Yang Jian's breathing was a little short, he grabbed out a three-pointed two-edged gun, and raised his hand to chisel open the Xuan Bing.

"What are you doing!" Da Ang jumped up and stopped in front of Yang Jian, glaring at Yang Jian, as if he was about to swallow Yang Jian in one bite.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Take blood and practice." ”

"You!"

"Is there a taboo in the Wu Clan?" Yang Jian calmed down a little before remembering Da Ang's identity.

"It's not taboo," Da Ang scratched his head for a while, and wanted to say it for a while, but he didn't know how to say it, "But this is the traces left by the ancestors, if you take it back to the clan, the big guy will definitely be very happy...... Do you want to use this for your cultivation?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded with a serious face, and said, "This is a great supplement for me at this time, if the ancestral witch blood in the Xuan Ice can still maintain its divinity...... Maybe it will help me take a big step forward. ”

"But I'm ......," Da Ang suddenly struggled.

finally found the ancestral witch blood that was of great significance to the Wu Clan, but Yang Jian directly expressed that he was in great demand.

Zhurong's ancestral witch's clan has long ceased to exist, and when this ancestral witch's blood is taken back, it is indeed just for viewing, and other tribes dare not use it if they don't use it...... But after all, this is the proof of the existence of the ancestors, and it is the root of their witch clan......

"Why don't you take some blood from me?" Da Ang flashed his four wrists, but after saying this suggestion, he shrunk his neck instead.

"Okay," Da Ang waved his hand, "you can use it, and even if we take it back, we won't be of use anyway." But you let me say goodbye here first, you go to see the other treasures, go see the other treasures. ”

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly, how urgent his heart was to improve his strength, but he couldn't care about these things with Da Ang.

Helplessly, seeing Da Ang kneeling beside Xuan Bing reverently, and he didn't mean to destroy Xuan Bing, Yang Jian temporarily focused his attention on other places in the hall.

There are a lot of good things, but they are much worse than the Turtle Relic - to be precise, the two are not the same at all.

The treasures are all available in the world, and the elixirs are all Da Luo Jin Xian, which can be used for alchemy, and the elixir is not a good thing, but it is better than the quantity.

This is not so much the treasure house of the demon clan, but the 'warehouse' of the demon clan, which is all consumables during the war, which is more than the total number of treasures stored in the twelve treasury outside.

"These treasures can be used as the foundation of the Great Array. ”

Thinking so, Yang Jian received all these things into the Xuan Turtle Belt.

It's also a shame that he has the treasure of the turtle, and ordinary storage magic weapons can't put so many treasures.

After looting the treasure hall, Yang Jian was not completely ungained, but still found a few magic weapons that could be used, as well as a very precious innate spirit treasure embryo.

After receiving the magic weapon, Yang Jian did not lack this, but Yang Jian took the embryo of the innate spirit treasure in his hand and looked at it.

At this time, the Heavenly Dao is no longer the Heavenly Dao of ancient times, and the environment of Heaven and Earth at this time also makes it impossible for this embryo to be transformed into an innate spiritual treasure; in short, this is a 'dead' innate spiritual treasure.

What is precious is the innate avenue contained in this embryo.

The Innate Spirit Treasure had another name in ancient times - Dao Ling.

Before the opening of the heavens and the earth, the Dao spirit existed, and after the opening of the world, the Dao spirit also had the power to attain the Tao.

Even, Yang Jian suspected that his master Yuding was a real person, and it was possible that he was also transformed by an innate treasure.

Take this treasure to Master. Anyway, I can't understand what kind of avenue there is, after all, I am cultivating the physical body, and if these innate spiritual treasures want to cultivate, they are probably all primordial gods.

Placing this spirit treasure embryo in the depths of the Xuan Turtle Belt, Yang Jian began to study the hall itself again.

Soon, he began to tear down the walls and destroy the pillars, and scavenged all the treasures on them, leaving nothing behind, not any night pearls, jade jade, and other useless decorative things.

It's time to work hard for your own wedding room.

When Da Ang heard the movement and looked up, there were palaces around, and there were more than a dozen white jade pillars supporting a dome, and the rest of the place were collapsed houses.

"What are you doing, scraping the ground!" Da Ang shuddered and looked at Yang Jian with a re-examining gaze.

Yang Jian smiled calmly, walked to the edge of the pool, and his eyes couldn't leave the few points of red in the Xuan Bing.

"Say, how many drops of blood are there?"

"Three or five drops ......" Da Ang smacked his lips, sighed, and turned his head, "You should put this ice away first, lest I regret it." ”

Yang Jian pursed his mouth, first took out a three-pointed two-edged gun, and swiped it on the Xuan Ice at random, and found that his divine soldier could easily cut through the Xuan Bing, and immediately nodded with satisfaction.

When Yang Jian put away the whole piece of Xuanbing, Da Ang breathed a long sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

"Alas, I wish to melt the blood of my ancestors......"

Yang Jian smiled and said nothing, he has practiced so far, and he has absorbed the blood of the ancestral witch several times, from the heart-tip blood of Houtu Niangniang to the soulless blood left by the co-worker.

Now, I accidentally got the blood of Zhurong here, and it is even more rare to use the blood of Zhurong sealed with Xuanbing!

"Let's go up first," Yang Jian took the initiative to hold Da Ang's wrist, and Da Ang was like a mourner, crying and mourning, and he couldn't laugh.

Just as he was about to use the earth escape technique to leave this underground space, suddenly, the whole ground of Meishan shook and shook, and the underground space began to drop some rubble.

Could it be that the Xuan Ice is the eye of the array?

As soon as this thought arose, it was overturned by Yang Jian himself, just because above his head, through the layers of rock walls, a sharp and resentful cry came down.

"Yang!"

Yang Jian's face changed, and he dragged Da Ang to the underground river.

He didn't want to escape from Meishan, but to rush to the river that crossed Meishan by means of water escape, accompanied by the sound of 'bang' water, Yang Jian dragged Da Ang to the sky, and looked at the figure standing in the sky.

The curve is graceful, natural, green silk is like a waterfall, swaying gently with the wind.

The person who came was a woman who had fallen into the city and the country, but this woman was wrapped in an amazing demonic aura, and a stream of Taoist rhyme that made Meishan full of oppression continued to float out of her.

This woman, Yang Jian had seen, at the banquet in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and he had just emptied her treasury and seen the hut where she lived alone.

Who else could there be?

The demon clan is powerful, and Mei Kongmei is charming.