The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 273 Mysterious Box
Zhang Jingyuan casually stretched out his hand, and the umbrella in the monk's hand fell directly into his palm.

Obviously, this long umbrella is what Zhang Jingyuan previously called a defensive earth-level magic weapon.

Master Ji Feng poked his head and looked at the long umbrella carefully. After looking at it for several times, he couldn't see any clue.

As a weapon spirit, he is an excellent weapon spirit who is determined to cultivate the Jiuqu Glacier Sword into an earth-level or even heaven-level magic weapon, overtake others in a corner, and ultimately realize his own immortality and immortality.

This long umbrella can be said to be the first earth-level magic weapon that Master Ji Feng has seen seriously. How could he not be curious about it.

But looking at it now, to be honest, if he didn't believe that Zhang Jingyuan would never make a mistake on this matter, he would really think that this long umbrella was just an ordinary long umbrella.

"The time since the death of this god-transformation monk has been too long, so even the earth-level magic weapon can only be covered with dust and no longer glow, which is why it looks so ordinary."

Feeling the curious gaze of Master Ji Feng next to him, Zhang Jingyuan explained calmly.

Time is the biggest enemy of all living things in the world. It can destroy everything, and this earth-level magic weapon is no exception.

However, it is precisely because the spirituality of even the earth-level magic weapon has been almost wiped out that Zhang Jingyuan dares to say with absolute certainty that this god-transforming monk is absolutely dead. In that way, there is the possibility and ability to seize the body.

This is the disadvantage of an earth-level magic weapon that does not have a weapon spirit. If it has a weapon spirit, it can independently absorb the surrounding spiritual power. Not to mention keeping the magic weapon intact, it may even be cultivated for a long time. A step.

Just like the Ten Thousand Star Ziwei Qin, wouldn't it make life extremely nourishing in Lingbao Lake? It can definitely be said to be happy and free.

Even if Wanxing Ziweiqin is willing, she can transform into all races in the world and live among various ethnic groups.

After all, as long as she doesn't meet someone like Daojun, it's impossible to be discovered.

"Then can it be restored..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Ji Feng realized that he had said nonsense.

As expected, Zhang Jingyuan glanced at him and said calmly: "Of course it can be restored. It just needs to be placed in the foundation of the great road, preferably in the heavenly palace to cultivate it for a period of time."

After saying this, Zhang Jingyuan took the umbrella into his body and shined it on the heavenly palace on the basis of the avenue.

I saw his golden elixir swirling around the umbrella, pouring spiritual power like a downpour on it without mercy.

Zhang Jingyuan's spiritual consciousness completely penetrated into the umbrella, and he silently estimated how long it would take him to complete the sacrifice of the umbrella.

Five years...

Well, a faint smile appeared on Zhang Jingyuan's lips.

It takes five years to obtain an intact earth-level magic weapon. Not to mention a golden elixir monk like him, a Nascent Soul monk, or even a god-transforming monk, it is a very cost-effective deal.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jingyuan looked at the remains of the cultivator of the Transformation God for a few times, and then he directly breathed out his spiritual power and took the storage bag that the cultivator of the Transformation Spirit put in his clothes.

There is no doubt that there are still restrictions placed on this storage bag by the cultivator.

However, this is obviously not a problem for Zhang Jingyuan. After all, he is also a Dao Lord. At least he was a Dao Lord before. His vision and experience are far beyond that of this god-transformation monk.

From his perspective, looking at the restrictions placed on the storage bag by the monk who transformed himself into a god, it was like watching a three-year-old child's tricks.

Not to mention, after so many years of hard work, the restrictions on the storage bag have long been like a candle in the wind, crumbling and dilapidated.

Even if Zhang Jingyuan doesn't take action, it is estimated that this restriction will collapse on its own in one or two thousand years.

After all, for a god-transforming monk whose lifespan is only two thousand years at most, six or seven thousand years is already an extremely long time, immeasurable and uncountable.

So after a while, Zhang Jingyuan opened the restriction in the storage bag, and a strong spiritual power spurted out instantly, filling the entire space in an instant.

Although it was expected that the bequest of this god-transformation monk would definitely be very large, after all, based on his understanding of that friend's experience.

After he obtained the remains of the monk who transformed into gods, his cultivation had obviously entered a period of rapid growth. From this, it can be inferred that the treasure he obtained from the monk who transformed into gods was absolutely extraordinary.

But when Zhang Jingyuan saw at least 100,000 spirit stones in the storage bag, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, feeling a little surprised.

The storage bag of the cultivator transforming gods is not small to begin with. It is fifty cubic meters in size, which is more than ten times the size of the storage bag he currently owns. However, these 100,000 spirit stones are still piled up like a small mountain. Such a huge storage bag occupies more than half of the space.

Otherwise, when Zhang Jingyuan opened the storage bag, how could so much spiritual power gush out.

So many spiritual stones gathered together can already be equivalent to a mysterious level spiritual vein.

Although Zhang Jingyuan's harvest this time was almost 70,000 to 80,000 spiritual stones, after all, it has not yet been realized. The impact on the senses is completely different from the naked fruit of these 100,000 spiritual stones in front of him.

And you must know that the reason why he was able to obtain the phantom cicada body worth so many spiritual stones was based on his super strength that far exceeded the same level of cultivation.

As for the average Golden Core Stage cultivator, he is considered lucky if he can obtain thousands of spirit stones during the entire Phantom Cicada Transformation Stage.

After all, even if they stay in Fanyuan Star Sea for three full years, they can still collect seven or eight thousand spirit stones, and ten thousand spirit stones are considered too much.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, that's no wonder..."

Looking at the astonishing number of spiritual stone hills in front of him, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but sigh.

He just thought of his former friend. For a golden elixir stage monk, he suddenly received a huge sum of 100,000 spiritual stones. How could this not be like divine help in cultivation?

With so many spiritual stones around, wouldn't it be true that you can buy any miraculous medicine that you like, and you can buy any magic weapon that you like. When it comes to cultivation, you can not be stingy.

Not to mention the long umbrella of this earth-level magic weapon.

Sure enough, there have always been various opportunities in the world of cultivation, and they will be obtained by various monks. It is not just one person who is favored by God.

However, it is a pity that apart from the large number of spiritual stones in this storage bag, there is nothing else that can catch Zhang Jingyuan's eyes. There are almost no panaceas or magical talismans.

The few ones that exist are all of yellow rank.

Zhang Jingyuan seriously suspected that before his death, the god-transforming monk had an unprecedented war and had to consume all these things.

That's why only the spiritual stones that cannot be absorbed completely in a short time are left.

However, it is not true that this god-transformation monk left no treasure behind. The robe he wore was actually considered a high-grade Xuan-level magic weapon.

However, even the Earth-level magic weapon cannot withstand the passage of time, and the Xuan-level high-level magic weapon cannot withstand it.

The light of this Xuan-level high-grade magic weapon has been completely dimmed, and it has lost even the value of its cultivation. At most, the materials on it can only be removed, and then blended into other heavenly materials and earthly treasures to refine a brand new one. It's just a magic weapon.

Therefore, Zhang Jingyuan did not intend to touch the robe of the god-transforming monk, but planned to let this robe be buried underground with the god-transforming monk and rest in peace.

Zhang Jingyuan actually thought about this matter very simply. Since he had received such great benefits from this god-transformation monk, he should let the god-transformation monk rest in his grave as much as possible instead of sucking out the bones and marrow and squeezing out the last bits of his body. Every little bit is worth it.

With a thought, Zhang Jingyuan's spiritual power lifted up the remains of the god-transformation monk, and then dug a grave dozens of meters deep in the ground beneath him.

After putting the remains of the god-transforming monk in, Zhang Jingyuan bowed to him, and then buried the excavated soil in it again.

Zhang Jingyuan took a look and couldn't help but sigh.

The reason why he did this was because he didn't want someone to accidentally bump into him in the future, like his friend who saw a tomb here when he broke into this space.

As a cultivator who has lived for half an era, he really knows what kind of things these cultivators will do after entering a mysterious space with a tomb in this space.

I will definitely dig open the grave to touch the golden captain.

"Let's go..."

However, just as Zhang Jingyuan finished speaking, he suddenly felt the breath of a space crack coming from above his head.

Without hesitation, almost instinctively, Zhang Jingyuan moved and dodged hundreds of feet away.

After hanging out in the Starry Sea for so long, he is very familiar with the smell of space cracks.

In addition, after all, the strength of his spiritual consciousness is far higher than that of other Jindan monks, and most importantly, he practices the Sea Swallowing Heaven Art, which has the ability to foresee supernatural powers, so he can avoid the stars so easily every time Debris and space rifts.

But Zhang Jingyuan was a little strange. There had never been any spatial cracks in this space before. Why did they suddenly appear now?
Could it be that it was because of the presence of this incarnation monk's remains that this space could be maintained without being disturbed by the rules of the vast abyss of the outside world? At this time, he buried the remains of this god-incarnation monk. , so space cracks will appear immediately.

Does that mean that this space is likely to collapse soon...

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingyuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously looked towards the space crack. He wanted to confirm whether the scope of the space crack would expand.

When he saw it, he was stunned.

The size of this space crack is not too big, only the size of a fist. Compared with the space cracks in the outside world that can almost swallow the entire Dharma Ark, it cannot even be called a younger brother.

But in this space crack that was only the size of a fist, there was a seemingly extraordinary box that was emitting a spiritual light.

"This is?"

Looking at the box in the space crack, Zhang Jingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked a little hesitant.

After a few breaths, Zhang Jingyuan had an idea and suddenly moved his hand towards the box. A large amount of spiritual power enveloped the box and flew directly out of the crack in space and landed in his hand.

And as the box left, the space crack closed instantly. It seemed that the existence of this space crack was to store the box.

After carefully observing the box in his hand, Zhang Jingyuan found that there were no restrictions or mechanisms on the box. If it weren't for the fact that the material of the box was somewhat special and could be regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth, no matter who looked at it, this box would be just an ordinary one. Box.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Jingyuan opened the box and saw a jade slip prominently placed at the top of the box.

He separated out a ray of spiritual thought and carefully explored the jade slip for a while, confirming that there was nothing wrong with the jade slip and that it was just an ordinary jade slip. Only then did Zhang Jingyuan's spiritual will completely penetrate it.

The moment Zhang Jingyuan's spiritual thoughts entered the jade slip, a simple and old voice suddenly sounded from the jade slip.

"Although I am not completely sure of your identity as a fellow human being, you can bury my body and the robes in the ground and let me rest in peace. I think there should be no one other than our fellow human beings. There will be others who can do it..."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Well, he admitted that the defense or activation methods of this god-transformation monk were indeed good.

Moreover, he thought about it carefully. There are thousands of races in the world of cultivation, and their attitudes towards death are also different. There are many people who like to be buried in the sky, at sea, and in trees. What's more, they will divide and eat the corpses of their relatives. They think that in this way, their deceased relatives will be with them forever.

Therefore, the monks who enter this space happen to have the habit of burial, and are willing to put this kind thought on this god-transforming monk, as well as beings who can resist taking away the robe that has been extinguished. , there is a high probability that it really can only be the human race.

Next, this god-transforming monk talked about some of his experiences in his life, and hoped that the monks he had bequeathed could take care of his sect and relatives if he was willing.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but shook his head. This god-transforming monk was born in the Zhongming Galaxy, and according to what he said, his sect is not a big sect. It can only be regarded as a third-rate existence in the Zhongming Galaxy. The divine monk is already the supreme elder and the strongest of his sect.

And among the relatives, there were no great geniuses.

Thousands of years have passed, and according to his knowledge, there is a high probability that the sect and relatives of this god-transforming monk have all returned to dust.

After all, it is quite difficult for a sect without a god-forming monk to survive in the Zhongming Galaxy.

(End of this chapter)