The six Dharma seals have been owned, the six people have been gathered, and there is one more stubborn monkey.

"Everyone, please come with me. Yao Yan was not verbose, and walked out of the stone room directly with everyone.

Unlike when he came, Yao Yu chose a small path on the edge, and there were no fire beads inlaid in the edge of the passage, and his vision was dim and foggy.

Mochen heard the dull sound of iron overhead, and looked up, only to realize that he was slowly climbing up the slope.

"Above is the Heavenly Poison Pool. Walking to a cave wall, Yao Yu quickly flew to the top of the cave and stretched out his hand to pull everyone up: "After the Heavenly Poison Pool, it is the place where my Yao family stores the elixir and magic weapons. ”

Mo Chen glanced at it, this is a high platform full of cold winds, the ground is full of potholes, and there are countless small holes.

The crowd was now at the top of the mountain, and the wind passed through the wind tunnel, crashing wildly in the gaps of stalactites, and finally rushed into a circular poison pool made of special metal.

In the poison pool, the venom was blood-red, rotating slowly, and some of the venom splashed out of the poison pool and fell to the ground, and the sound of "zizizi" sounded, corroding one pothole after another, and the ink dust shuddered to see.

The sound of the iron tools turning sounded again, and there were several Yao family monks here, their complexions were pale and their shapes were withered.

They wore strange masks over their entire faces, and in groups of four, they used the force of the wind to pull arm-thick ropes backwards, causing the poison pool to spin and stir.

With each stirring turn, the poison in the poison pool seemed to be more poisonous, and at the same time thicker.

The disgusting poisonous gas was emitted, and although it would not harm his body, Mo Chen still felt a feeling of vomiting rushing to his heart, and he didn't know how this group of Yao family monks had been working here for a long time.

Zhao Rencheng suddenly spoke: "Unexpectedly, the Yao family is not only mysterious in poison, but also involved in funeral cultivation. ”

"After all, it's just a few skins, it's nothing. Yao Yan shook his head, and his sharp voice seemed to be even harsher in the wind.

The words of the two of them just answered the doubts in Mo Chen's heart, and he was surprised: "These people, no, these are corpses?

Yao Yan smiled: "It's not a corpse, it's half human and half corpse." ”

Seeing that everyone was a little puzzled, he continued to explain: "These people were all innocent people in their lives, and after they were captured alive by our clan, they abolished their cultivation and introduced their consciousness into a special corpse with the method of burial cultivation, so that they could be cast into this half-human and half-corpse. They are unconscious, they don't feel pain when they're injured, they don't bleed, they look like puppets. ”

Mo Chen nodded, although it was a little cruel, but it was also for the heavens, and it was not excessive.

After finishing this story, the discomfort became more and more intense, and Yao Yu hurriedly led everyone through the Heavenly Poison Pool and walked forward.

This time they didn't go far, and after passing through various stalagmites and stalactites, they came to a gate.

Zhumen jade masonry, very luxurious, the gray white cloud pattern on the wall is faintly recognizable.

On the two gates, under the shadow of the emerald mast, the heavy plaque is written with the words "Shenbao Pavilion" in rotten gold.

Maybe it was somewhat similar to the Divine Weapon Pavilion of the Black-toothed Yan Family in Zhongrong City, Mo Chen faintly looked forward to it, after all, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword on his back was obtained from Grandpa Yan there.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?" Zhao Rencheng was puzzled, his own treasure pavilion was not something that could be casually displayed to outsiders.

Yao smiled freely, but his expression was very lonely, and his words were full of grief: "This time the evil sect is coming, and my Yao family has a total of 6,941 people, of which 6,932 people, including the ancestors and children, all died tragically. ”

Everyone was stunned, and couldn't help but sigh faintly, it was so miserable, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

"There are only nine people left in the Yao family. Yao Shen was grief-stricken, and his voice was hoarse: "The Yao family no longer exists, what's the use of keeping this Divine Treasure Pavilion? If you have anything you want, just take it." ”

"The divine soldier must also have a good home, otherwise no matter how sharp it is, it is just a piece of mortal iron. With that, Yao Yu pushed open the door of Zhu Yu behind him.

This place is a little different from what Mochen thought, foggy and misty.

In a trance, a Dao Sen burst out, and everyone seemed to be standing on the tip of the sword.

The cold instruments, which are either quaint or brand-new, sharp or blunt, all exude the arrogance of murder weapons.

"Look, if you have any riders, you can just take them directly, and you don't need to go into detail with me. With that, Yao Yan bent his back and walked in.

Everyone sighed, and stepped into the mist one after another, choosing the magic weapon elixir, after all, the task ahead was extremely dangerous, and this was not the time for mercy and hesitation.

Mo Chen also followed, and walked to a shelf with pills, and a burst of intoxicating danxiang wafted out, a little intoxicated.

Several pills were suspended in the air, slowly spinning, and from time to time spewing out misty mist, covering the entire Divine Treasure Pavilion.

It turned out that the mist in the pavilion was actually composed of pure Dan Qi.

There are countless pills here, whether it is to improve cultivation, or to restore soul and blood, and even pills made with the concept of weapons are also placed in the column.

Mo Chen carefully put away the pills, and only selected a few pills that were raw and flesh and blood. He has no shortage of weapons, it is enough to have the Great Xia Dragon Bird Sword, and he is even more disdainful of improving his cultivation, and what he has cultivated is his own.

After selecting the pill, he didn't hesitate, and walked straight to the place where the robe and magic weapon were, the talisman robe was what he needed most now.

Originally, the desolate silkworm robe given by Sister Wind Chime had been burned in the Golden Flame Tornado, and now she was wearing an ordinary Dao robe, which had no defensive effect.

Who knew that suddenly an empty Sanskrit sound came into the eardrum, and the sound was melodious and lingering for a long time.

Mo Chen looked around, a little curious, such a Sanskrit sound must be a treasure of Buddhism.

The number of Buddha cultivators in the wasteland is very small, and Mo Chen has only seen one, which is the earth egg, not to mention the Buddha treasure, and he has never even seen the wooden fish Buddha beads.

Sanskrit Owl, Qing Runchen Heart, Mo Chen's heart was even more curious, carefully followed the sound to find it, crossed the area where the divine weapons were placed, and walked to the deep corner.

In front of him was a long iron plate, which seemed to have been idle for several years, and it was rusty, even full of large and small cracks, and some twisted and deformed.

The closer the ink dust got to the iron plate, the louder the Sanskrit sound became, until in the end, it seemed that only the Dao Sanskrit sound was left in the whole world.

"What's wrong?" Xuanyuan Wenying noticed that there was something strange about Mochen, so he followed.

Mo Chen woke up in shock, and he looked at Xuanyuan Wenying suspiciously: "Can you hear the voice?"

Xuanyuan was puzzled: "Voice, what sound?"

Mo Chen was a little hesitant and unpredictable, and he pointed to the iron plate: "It's like ...... It's like a monk chanting a sutra, which comes from here. ”

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Wen Sakura leaned forward and listened carefully, and after staying for a long time, she shook her head, obviously not hearing anything.

Now Mo Chen was even more curious, he didn't believe that he was related to the Buddha.