Feng Wuchen is not a greedy person by nature. If it were normal, he would not bother to compete with others for treasures.
However, at this moment, seeing Fang Xiaohan's eating look, he was actually aroused by this guy. With a frown, he involuntarily sacrificed Long Yuan and pocketed all the treasures around him.
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This Tuoba Honglie's possessions are really quite expensive. After a lot of searching, even if they were based on the net worth of Feng Wuchen and Fang Xiaohan, they have increased more than ten times.
"Hehe... this old guy should have exploded with gold coins long ago!" ??
While Fang Xiao and Han Zheng were immersed in the joy of winning the treasure, Feng Wuchen looked deep into the stone room with his sword eyes.
Following Feng Wuchen's eyes, Fang Xiaohan's smile gradually deepened: "What did you find?"
Feng Wuchen did not shy away, pointing to the stone wall in front of him, and said: "The color of that stone wall is obviously different from the rest of the place. It should be that it has been covered with runes all year round. Now that Tuoba Honglie is dead, the runes have dispersed, and then they appear.
Except for clues..."
Fang Xiaohan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is there any treasure left?"
Feng Wuchen shook his head: "Not necessarily, you try to break the stone wall!"
"okay!"
When he heard that there might be a treasure, Fang Xiaohan was extremely pleasantly surprised. He immediately threw away the sadness of the Chaos Bell being destroyed and walked directly to the stone wall.
Although all the runes on the surface of the stone wall have fallen off, there is still some kind of acquired formation inside, which is supported by the Heavenly Spirit Crystal. Even if the person who set up the formation dies, it still keeps running and continues to live.
Fang Xiaohan placed his palm against the stone wall, and a mysterious and mysterious force continued to penetrate deep into it.
"Wow!"
Within a moment, as the black light grew stronger, the stone wall gradually decayed and turned into a large, dark hole.
"Hahaha! Baby! Baby! I'm here!"
Fang Xiaohan entered the black hole with joy. With a thought, he used thunder to illuminate the entire cave. He just opened it.
The world inside the body wanted to plunder, but when he saw the furnishings in the cave, he froze in place, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"What kind of crap is this..."
Feng Wuchen entered the cave unhurriedly, only to see that the cave was no more than a hundred feet long and wide. It was empty all around, except for a solid wood desk in the center.
"Hey...what is that?"
Fang Xiao and Han Qing groaned, raising their sword fingers lightly.
Following its pull, a hidden weapon-like object was already hanging in the air above the desk.
When he saw that thing, Feng Wuchen's pupils trembled violently, and he blurted out three words: "Yan in front of the hall!"
The ornament placed on the desk is not a treasure, but a front swallow.
However, at this moment, Feng Wuchen was more excited than when he saw any treasure.
He stepped forward fiercely and wanted to seize the Yan in front of the hall.
Fang Xiaohan suddenly turned to one side, took Tang Qian Yan in his palm, and looked at Feng Wuchen thoughtfully.
"There are so many babies outside who haven't seen you so excited? Could it be that... this thing is really a good thing?"
Asked, Feng Wuchen was speechless for a while, then he turned his palm, and an identical Tangqian Yan appeared in his palm.
"If you really think it's a good thing, take this one too!"
"..."
Fang Xiaohan was silent for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lost a certain light. Immediately, he threw the Tang Qianyan in his palm to Feng Wuchen with disdain.
"Qi...if it was really a treasure, you would definitely not be so generous!"
Immediately, he stepped forward with a gossipy face and asked Feng Wuchen: "By the way, what on earth is this?"
Regarding the incident in Wuyi Lane, Feng Wuchen had no need to hide it from others, so he told them everything he knew.
After hearing this, Fang Xiaohan frowned: "So, Tuoba Honglie is also one of the men in black clothes?"
Feng Wuchen nodded: "I'm afraid so..."
"Tsk!" Fang Xiaohan clicked his tongue: "Tuoba Honglie is considered highly respected among the seventy-two venerables of Taixuan Road. A person like him actually joined such an organization... This Wu Yi
The origin of the alley is quite interesting!"
As he spoke, he walked towards the desk.
"There seems to be something on the table. Let's take a look..."
When the two of them got closer, they saw that there were hundreds of slightly messy pieces of letter paper placed on the desk.
Fang Xiaohan picked up a piece at random, read it roughly, and his eyes froze.
Feng Wuchen stepped forward and saw the neat handwriting on the paper, which read: "In the first year of Tianqi, on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, hundreds of Taoist traditions and hundreds of millions of living beings in the Tianyuan world will be destroyed..."
"Tian Yuan Realm?"
Fang Xiaohan's voice gradually became colder: "This is the lower realm where I am..."
Feng Wuchen frowned and immediately looked at the other papers on the table.
"In the twenty-eighth year of the Apocalypse, on the sixth day of March, Canghai Realm was destroyed..."
"In the 237th year of the Apocalypse, on the ninth day of October, target No. 8 appeared to destroy the Taixuanchi family..."
"Chi family!"
At that moment, Feng Wuchen's eyes suddenly widened.
What is recorded on these papers is clearly what Wuyixiang has done over the years.
At this moment, Feng Wuchen's mind was a little confused.
Whether it was the unfamiliar chronology of the Apocalypse or the so-called target No. 8, he couldn't make any sense at all.
After thinking hard to no avail, Feng Wuchen
Fang Xiaohan cast his gaze to one side: "Brother Fang, does he have any clue?"
Fang Xiao and Han Shen shook their heads: "You can't understand it, how can I understand it... But I guess that this so-called Tianqi chronology is the internal chronology method of Wuyi Lane, but it was the year when the Tianyuan world was destroyed
, is the so-called first year of Apocalypse. I don’t know if this is a coincidence or..."
The so-called first year means the first year!
Across the nine heavens, the now widely circulated way of counting years is based on the so-called calendar of the heavens, and it has been hundreds of thousands of years so far.
As for why Wuyixiang chose a day that was only three hundred years ago as the first year, the two of them could never think of any reason.
Moreover, the destruction of the Chi family seemed to be related to the so-called Target No. 8!
What is goal number eight?
Is it a person? Or something?
Feng Wuchen flipped through the remaining letters for a long time, and finally, his eyes fixed on one of the pieces of paper.
"In the 338th year of the Apocalypse, on the tenth day of October, at the Tomb of the Saint, target No. 1 will be transferred to the Snow Burial Palace!"
Saint’s Tomb!
Target number one!
Snow Burial Palace!
These words continue to stimulate Feng Wuchen's nerves.
On that day, exactly one year after the Chi family was exterminated, Wuyixiang found the saint's tomb and transferred the madmen on the first floor of Longyuan to the Snow Burial Palace.
That lunatic is called Target Number One by them?
The sword master on the first level of Longyuan is called target No. 1, but what about target No. 8?
At this moment, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Feng Wuchen's mind.
After all, when he refined the eighth level of Longyuan, it was already empty, leaving only a wisp of terrifying sword intent.
Chapter completed!