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Chapter 162 Viewing the Trophies (Please subscribe)
  Wang Ping still remained calm. At this time, Yu Lian said in the spiritual sea: "Master Ming's consciousness definitely exists independently!"

Next to him, Hu Qianqian struggled to digest what Zuo Xuan said, and said in confusion: "I feel that Zhong Tong wants to kill Mr. Ming. His emotions cannot be faked."

Zuo Xuan replied: "This mission was not led by him. Unfortunately, he was so anxious that he risked his own life. It really... feels like a twist of fate."

"... "

Hu Qianqian remained silent after hearing this. Zuo Xuan's reminder immediately made her think of Zhong Tong's plan. It must be said that the abacus was a good one, but it was a pity that she could not escape the trick of fate in the end.

"Where is his body?" Wang Ping asked.

"I have given it to his two disciples. Don't worry, they can't tell that I have read the memory. It's just the big demon senior..."

"When you read his memory, I deliberately used the wood spirit energy to shield it. There is a high probability that your movements will not be detected." Wang Ping did this subconsciously at the time.

"It's just a pity that he has a lot of good things in his storage bag, especially blood pills. There were hundreds of them in the [-]th year, and I only took fifty." Zuo Xuan was about to take out the blood pills when he spoke.

"You can keep it for yourself. It should be helpful for your promotion, right?"

"Yes, then I will be disrespectful." Zuo Xuan smiled.

At this time, Hu Qianqian took out the oil-paper umbrella he had just obtained and said: "The magic weapon extracted from the monster uses the evil energy in the body to make a weird sound, thereby temporarily affecting the rules of space existence, and the rules itself will also be changed. The distortion it brings will become what it is after being used for a long time, and the distorted space seems to be a short-lived link between the world of inspiration and the real world.”

"Is there anyone who can fuse this kind of magic weapon?" Yu Lian asked in a human voice.

Hu Qianqian replied: "Because its fusion is very simple. You only need to hand over the body to the demon soldiers. The success rate is almost [-]%, but the cost is also huge."

Wang Ping thought for a while and said: "You can make a puppet and fuse this magic weapon with the puppet." What he meant was that the magic weapon belonged to Hu Qianqian. After he finished speaking, he added: "The one who made the puppet If you don’t understand something, you can come to me.”

"Thank you Master!"

Hu Qianqian was overjoyed.

Wang Ping nodded, turned to Zuo Xuan, handed out the case file in his hand, and said, "Go back to Jinhuai Mansion first and explain the situation here to Taoist Ziluan."

"Yes!" Zuo Xuan lowered her head, bowed and took leave together with her apprentice.

After Zuo Xuan left, Yu Lian flew to the entrance of the camp and stared outside for a long time. Then she hung up on the crossbar at the top of the camp tent and said, "How do you think she should report when she goes back?"

Wang Ping smiled and said: "The most important thing for her now is promotion."

"so what?"

"So she doesn't want this matter to get out of hand." When Wang Ping answered, he tapped his fingers lightly, and two grass and tree soldiers formed around him, and then connected the surrounding vegetation to act as sentinels for Wang Ping.

"Go and guard the door. No one can come in without my permission." After Wang Ping did this, he ordered Hu Qianqian.

Hu Qianqian bowed immediately, retreated to the door and stood still.

Wang Ping first took out the three storage bags that Mr. Ming carried with him. He stared at the storage bags for a long time, which made Yu Lian a little impatient. He flew down from the beam, landed on Wang Ping's shoulder, and said: "Open it."

"Don't worry."

Wang Ping took out two copper coins and threw them on the commander's desk... It was a very normal hexagram.

After putting away the copper coins, Wang Ping picked up a storage bag on the far left and opened it... Inside was a variety of puppet materials, the most numerous of which were spiritual trees grown over hundreds of years, and the most valuable were two thousand-year-old spiritual wood roots.

Wang Ping made a mark on the surface of this storage bag and put it in his arms. Then he looked at the second storage bag. The things in it were very miscellaneous. Most of them were elixirs, and most of them were Yin Dan. It is used by Taiyin monks to restore the true energy of the Qi Sea. It is refined from herbs containing Taiyin energy. There are a small number of other elixirs that Wang Ping does not recognize.

In addition to the elixirs, there were two gorgeous long swords, both of which had wood spirit attributes. "Qiang" Wang Ping pulled out a long sword, and then he saw the logo of the Six Heart Sect on the sword, and there was a person's name below the logo. The name is Ziming.

Wang Ping knew the information about Xiaoshanfujun and Liuxin Sect by heart. This Ziming was Xiaoshanfujun’s youngest disciple and the disciple he raised since childhood. However, it was said that his talent for cultivation was very poor and he failed to enter the second realm. , is the end of exhaustion of life.

Seeing this sword, Wang Ping didn't feel too nervous, but more experienced once again the cruelty of the world of cultivation. Even those who were protected by a prince could not escape the shackles of life, and eventually became inhuman and ghosts. Not ghostly.

Putting away the two long swords, Wang Ping looked at other items. There was a secret book with the four characters "The Art of Fine Wood" on the cover. When he saw this secret book, Wang Ping's face suddenly showed joy. Apart from "Taiyan Talisman", the biggest reliance is this book "The Art of Fine Wood".

Unfortunately, when Wang Ping opened the secret book with joy, he found that it had been scrawled with brushes, as if someone was venting something. Some key parts were even torn, so that even the light curtain panel could not be used. Read.

Seeing these graffiti, Wang Ping thought of the days when he was dominated by exam questions, and then quickly shook his head to expel these thoughts. Yu Lian said softly: "This guy is really pitiful."

Wang Ping put the secret book away again and looked at other items. The others were much more messy. There was a black token, a dozen small gray and black tokens, dozens of gold ingots, and more than a dozen sets with six characters printed on them. A blue robe with the Xinjiao mark, and a very unique metal box. When you open the box, there are six free marks inside.

"Is this where those copper bells are placed? Why are they so small?" Yulian said this subconsciously.

Wang Ping also had the idea that these copper bells might be able to change in size after being refined. He used his soul to explore them, and found that there was indeed nothing inside. It felt like ordinary metal.

How can this be?

"It's a bloodline issue. I sensed that there is the bloodline of a big demon in it, and you need the same bloodline to use it." Yu Lian said: "I felt that Mr. Ming was very strange just now. There seemed to be traces of a big demon in his consciousness. "

"Did Mr. Xiao Shanfu specifically kill a big demon to refine this new body for his apprentice?" Wang Ping asked secretly.

"I don't know." Yulian said, "The sealing formation in the bronze bell is very unique. You are so smart, let's see if you can learn it."

"I'll talk about it later."

Wang Ping suppressed his curiosity and opened the last storage bag. The century-old blood pill that Mr. Ming took in Crescent Moon Mountain might be in this storage bag.

"what?"

Wang Ping tried it, but he couldn't open it. There was a shielding circle set up, but it couldn't stop Wang Ping at all. He could break it in two quarters of an hour at most.

However, Wang Ping did not do this.

He reached out and patted his storage bag, and took out Mr. Ming's head which was trapped by the vines.

The Ming Gongzi's greatest asset is his memory.

But there is something dangerous about this memory!

(End of this chapter)