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Chapter 217 There are so many treasures in Wushan, thank you for the gifts of nature.

Deep canyon!

In the rapids of the Juanjuan River, He Xiu held a jade-bone Xiaoyao fan, with his hands behind his back, and a circle of white light in his eyes. He stood on a flying coffin in the air, letting the gorge wind blow his hair and robes.

Flying in one direction along the bottom of the canyon, it seemed that the only sound around was the rushing sound of the stream in my ears.

It is a strange thing that there are no bones at the bottom of such a deep valley.

The coffin car that Shaqiang is currently driving is very stable and can rotate smoothly without shaking during sharp turns. It is comparable to an experienced driver driving a Ferrari with one hand.

The brightness of the entire canyon depends entirely on a few bright fire talismans. From a distance, it looks like a few will-o'-the-wisps swimming in the air.

"Xian Chang~!"

He Xiu, who was looking for the Earth Immortal Sect in the deep valley, suddenly heard the word "Xian Chang" coming from the sky. He frowned. It was such a familiar voice. Who was it? It took him a while to remember that he seemed to be carrying someone with him. Feng Xuewen is here.

The poor guy, being left behind by himself again, lit up a Meidi cigar, which is currently the favorite of the elites of the Flower Kingdom. Together with Stankang hair oil and the bitter black coffee, they formed a real man in the Republic of China. Three piece set.

Looking at the deep canyon, my mind was full of images of how Feng Xuewen was cut into pieces. There was no hatred or hatred. It was probably because of this environment that the evil thoughts that could not be suppressed were brewing in my heart.

Suddenly he thought of a young marshal who didn't eat beef and chopped green onions. He chuckled and blew out a mouthful of smoke that circled three and a half times in his mouth: "Shaqiang, pick him up."

Silly Qiang clicked the skull, and the pine coffin rose straight up. He Xiu felt that this was much better than a helicopter or something. It could go straight up, down, or turn at right angles.

Feng Xuewen, who was on the Longkou platform, was a little desperate. The Taoist leader said to go explore the way, but as soon as he left, it was already a day, and the thin line of sky above his head had disappeared and turned into night.

I got up before dawn and didn't even have a bite of food. I was pulled out of bed by him in such a hurry. I was tired, hungry and thirsty.

Facing such a terrifying scene, I felt scared and didn't dare to shout. I just summoned up the courage to scream, hoping that the Taoist Master could hear me, because the light on the talisman attached to my body was slowly fading. .

Feng Xuewen clearly knew that this rune was his current protective umbrella. If it was extinguished, the poisonous corpse evil trapped in the canyon would invade his body. He didn't know what would happen then.

"Feng Xuewen, what are you doing standing still? Come up quickly."

Light appeared in the darkness, which was the hope of life and the way to survive. Feng Xuewen, who was huddled in the corner, quickly picked up his backpack and staggered towards the coffin rising from the deep valley.

"The Immortal Immortal..."

"Well, come up, there's something new to discover."

Feng Xuewen had a slightly forced smile on his face, the kind of smile that only belonged to low-ranking people and small people.

This reminds He Xiu of the past, when he opened a fast food restaurant, he smiled helplessly when faced with all kinds of food and calories, but there was no way, people wanted to live a good life, but they may not be able to do it. But if you want to shut down your business, it's just a random excuse, and you have to close down. That smile is a compromise to authority and a helpless choice in the face of life.

Feng Xuewen mustered up the courage to jump onto the coffin, hugging the coffin lid tightly on his back, holding a stick of incense in the mouth of the reinforced skeleton, and glanced at it with soul fire eyes.

The incense in its mouth actually has no effect. I heard that the dead must be lit with incense to look stylish and to bring out a scary atmosphere.

As the coffin slid down like an open-air elevator, He Xiu took out the golden box: "I just found a sarcophagus with nine buttons in a cave. I found this inside the sarcophagus. Take a look. Do you have any records at home?”

A long gold box more than two feet long was used to transport the gold box to Feng Xuewen, who was lying on the back of the coffin and did not dare to move.

Feng Xuewen didn't dare to move. Below was the abyss where he couldn't see the bottom of the gorge. He was so scared in mid-air that he still had the energy to check this thing.

But the Taoist priest was brought in front of me. What could I do? I swallowed tremblingly, comforting myself in my heart. Don’t look down, nothing would happen. However, my legs were spread stiffly, and I was sitting astride the coffin. Carefully hold the box in your arms.

A shining rune flew in front of him, so that he could clearly see the pattern on the gold box. He took out the gold pen, looked at the eight characters on it, and murmured to himself: "Iron Wall The silver screen, the universe, the black mountain cave, the divine mirror, could it have something to do with this?"

He Xiuming looked in all directions and listened to all directions, but at the slightest sign of trouble, a burst of fire talisman was thrown over and turned into an explosive high-temperature flame the size of a millstone. It was enough to deal with ordinary evil spirits. The ghost place that had been deposited for many years was invisible to the light all day long. , some weird things are normal, but I don’t want to capsize in the gutter.

In Journey to the West, the Tathagata could be stabbed by scorpions and roll all over the floor. There are often records in the sect's bookstore of Taoist masters being killed by inexplicable gadgets. For example, when he was concentrating on squatting in a pit, he was kicked by a naughty disciple. Scared, some of them fell into the manure pit and drowned.

"Chang Immortal, where are you looking?"

Feng Xuewen exclaimed, calling He Xiu's eyes. Following where he said, several bright fire talismans flew over. : "What's wrong? There's nothing...problem?"

He Xiu couldn't see anything different. When his consciousness swept over, it was... wrong. His consciousness was blocked by the ground under an unknown dark tree.

"Hmph, it's interesting. This Dixian Village has mastered a lot of ancient witchcraft, and it even has methods to isolate spiritual consciousness."

He Xiu did not feel any fluctuations in power and energy, which meant that the other party was using the most primitive natural methods, blocking the monk's spiritual consciousness.

There is a fork in the canyon not far away, which is a dry bluestone river. It is not deep, and it is at the end. Judging from the slippery appearance of the cliff, there should have been a water source there. I don’t know if the river in the mountain changed its course or not. The water source has now dried up. Before the waterfall dried up, it was unknown how many thousands or tens of thousands of years the mountain wall had been washed away. The cliff was as smooth as a mirror. In front of the wall, there was an old tree with five thick branches, branches showing their teeth and claws, and a golden box. The patterns on them are very similar, so this is probably where the magic pen painted.

But the mountain wall in front of me is completely integrated without any artificial traces. Is it really possible to draw a door with this painting?

The flying pine coffin brought He Xiu to the old five-beaded tree. Feng Xuewen looked at He Xiu and wanted to reach out and touch it, and couldn't help but remind him: "Chief Immortal, there is no daylight here all the year round, and the evil is permeating the air. The nearby plants have undergone some not-so-serious changes, we still have to be careful."

"Shut up, pay attention to your surroundings, and don't be chirping." He Xiu's eyes were filled with white light as he explored the five-beaded strange tree. He couldn't tell what kind it was, but the growth rings on the trunk were tight, and there was something very hidden inside. The strong breath belongs to the underworld. If it is made into a ghost wood token, it will definitely be much stronger than any shame wood.

I can't tell how long it has lived, but I can definitely tell that it is definitely the best weapon refining material. Although my weapon refining level is average, how can I let it go if I encounter it.

When you open your hand, the door of space opens, and you enter the space. Such ancient trees are hard to find, even harder to find than any gloomy wood. They are something that can be encountered but not sought.

Every time Feng Xuewen saw He Xiu performing this magic in his sleeves, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, and the thought of how glorious he would be if he knew how to do this was flashing through his mind.

"Taoist Priest, let's paint the ground as a door. Can't we draw it yet?"

He Xiu came under the tree and felt where his consciousness was blocked. He raised the corners of his mouth, hooked his fingers, and the gold box in Feng Xuewen's arms was put into the space warehouse. Then he said in a soft voice: "Draw it! Make a fool of yourself. , a crooked way is a crooked way after all, let me destroy it."

As soon as he pressed his hand on the ground, he murmured to himself, like a witch in the dark, or like a magic stick talking nonsense. The space warehouse opened and went deep into the ground. With a hiss, the land just now appeared. A void that seemed to have disappeared.

Feng Xuewen...well...isn't this the Qiankun in the sleeve that he just used? I really want to say something: Taoist Master, you just waved it off, why are you still pretending to do it now?

Of course, we are still good friends if we see through it without telling it. Feng Xuewen doesn't have the guts to say it out loud. After all, He Xiu has a reputation for killing people without blinking an eye.

Several colors appeared on the rock wall of the deep pit that had just been taken away. The surface layer of more than 20 centimeters was green soil, but under the soil was a silver-white rock layer that was compacted like a stone wall.

Feng Xuewen knew that this was probably the so-called iron screen, and the shining silver was dead silver.

It is said that when silver accumulates for a long time, it will decay into silver mud, commonly known as dead silver. Then the rotten dead silver will become as hard as steel after weathering, which is stronger than any granite, copper or iron wall.

But in the eyes of monks like He Xiu, this is another name, that is, Mithril. Weapons made from Mithril have good conductivity of mana and divine power. Sects that have the conditions can use Mithril as prisons. Suppress monsters and ghosts, or create a place of retreat.

Mithril is so thick that sound cannot be transmitted and sound is isolated. Another wonderful use of dead silver is that if this thing is put together with silver ants, whenever the mithril is damaged, the silver ants will automatically repair it, as if it came out of nothing. It is very magical.

It's just that this thing requires a lot of financial resources. The word "wealth" can explain everything. Without this thing, it won't become dead silver. How many people are willing to pile up piles of silver? I don’t know how many generations have to wait for it to decay, not to mention that the price/performance ratio is not high, and the environmental requirements are not low. Over time, not many monks like this thing. With that money, it is better to use silver to extract gold essence. What a bargain.

He Xiu emptied out about a ton of dead money in succession, cursing secretly in his heart, tomb robbing can really make a fortune. To make so much dead money, it would cost at least 10,000 kilograms of silver. What did the Feng family do? How many votes? : "Let's go, down here is probably the Dixian Village left behind after the Feng Family Jiu occupied the Magpie Nest."

Feng Xuewen could only smile at He Xiu's teasing and could not refute it. This is a true portrayal of the fact that the superiors can tease others at will, while the inferiors can only smile on their faces and curse in their hearts: What a shame.

Feng Xuewen has not been in Xiling for a long time, but he has also dug out the tombs of many rich people with his team. There are not many big projects like Pingshan. Sometimes it takes several years to open a large tomb. Investigation will be carried out on a large scale.

Therefore, Feng Xuewen still has some courage, and the Feng family still has some tomb robbing skills, but not much, and he is only qualified to lead a team to dig out tombs like the rich man.

Following the hole that appeared below, Shaqiang jumped in first, followed by He Xiu, Feng Xuewen...: "Chief Immortal, why don't I put a rope?"

He Xiu ignored him, and walked forward with Shaqiang minding his own business, slandering Feng Xuewen. He didn't dare to jump into a pit that was only about a hundred meters long. What kind of tomb robberies? Go home and farm!

Feng Xuewen drew a stroke on the well-sized tunnel below and the smooth walls. He didn't know if he could go down.

Under the dead silver layer, there is a natural cave, which is about the size of a classroom. Simple steps are cut into the ground, twisting and turning towards the cave in the darkness.

The terrain of the entire cave is complex and not high. In some places, you have to bend down to advance. The environment is damp and cold, and a foul smell mixed with evil spirits hits your face.

You can hear the sound of water flowing from the depths of the cave. There should be a Yin River or underground water veins flowing.

As he walked up the steps, Shaqiang's armor made a clicking sound on the stone ground. It was so rhythmic that people couldn't help but have the urge to follow his steps and shout one, two, one.

Inside the cave, water is dripping everywhere, and the complex terrain rises and falls. There are many forks in the cave, but there are always stone steps pointing the way.

But the more He Xiu walked, the more frightened he became. Exploding fire talismans kept appearing in his hands, and venomous snakes and strange rats swarmed in the corner from time to time. Silly Qiang grabbed a handful of stones and popped them out from time to time, crushing some underground creatures that poked their heads.

Skeletons, people and animals, and a few weird ones pop up from time to time. Although they can't hurt people, they suddenly come out and grin at people. They are mice licking cats... They are looking for death. Maybe they are hiding deep underground and the news is blocked. , I didn’t know there was a profession called evil-killing martial artist that filled the world with love.

Just when I was getting a little impatient, the sound of water in front of me suddenly increased. At the corner of a tunnel inside the mountain, when I turned, the underground space suddenly opened up. The road ahead was cut off and turned into dark water.

The bottom of the lake is a stagnant water. Ever since He Xiu and Sha Qiang appeared, we could see countless ghosts under the lake. They were awakened and quickly floated on the water. The ghosts were hunched over like this. , facing He Xiu and Shaqiang vertically with both hands, the whites of the eye sockets could be seen through the dark hair, and He Xiu thought of... Sadako.

I don't lack women, so I don't need to care about this gift from nature. Killing them is naturally more cost-effective than refining them.

He Xiu thought of Li Yue'e again. Her hands were so mean. When she saw it reaching into the evil refining pot, he couldn't help but slap her on the forehead. Alas...the past days cannot be recalled. May you be blessed with infinite blessings!

(End of this chapter)