Fang Lie first wandered around the seventh floor and soon found the Taoist Eye. It can be seen that this was not found in the ruins, but a treasure that was originally stored here.

Although this thing is good, it is of too high value and must be coordinated with the Earth Eye to play the most effective role. Therefore, it has been stored here for a long time, but there are no disciples of the Netherworld Sect to exchange it, which makes Fang Lie cheaper.

The little rooster pecked at him and broke the ban directly. Fang Lie quickly reached out to take it away, which was considered as the first spoil he had come here.

Looking at the exquisite and mysterious innate Taoist patterns on the Daopa Eye, Fang Lie couldn't help laughing and said, "Haha, just this thing, it's not in vain this time."

"Don't swear, go to the eighth floor," the old bird urged: "God knows whether you will alarm others after you come out. The faster we move, the better."

"I understand." Fang Lie didn't say anything nonsense, rushed to the stairs, and stopped immediately.

Each floor is also isolated from powerful bans. Without corresponding permissions, no one can pass.

At this time, the little rooster began to shine again and analyzed the ban.

I have to say that after gathering billions of magic spirits, the computing power of the character Ren Ling is so terrifying that it is simply to an incredible level.

All the prohibitions here are above the ninth level, and they are stacked layer by layer, light and dark. On the surface, there are only a thin layer of light curtains, but in fact there are hundreds of different prohibitions hidden in the void.

Any ban that is touched is enough to kill the real person of Thunder Tribulation

If it is a strong attack, even if the half immortal comes, it will take one or two hours of crazy attacks to break this light curtain.

However, in front of the word Ren Ling, it only took ten breaths to analyze it all and found the way to open it.

This time, the little rooster suddenly opened her mouth and sprayed a green light to the light curtain in front. As a result, the next moment, the light curtain disappeared silently.

Fang Lie did not dare to neglect and rushed in.

And the moment he passed, the light curtain was activated again. The whole process, in less than a breath, was so scared that Fang Lie was sweating coldly. If he was touched by the light curtain, his small body would have turned into ashes.

Fang Lie couldn't help but complain: "Can you last longer? Don't be so scary? The disciples of our sect come in, it must not last for such a short time."

"You know what's the matter," the old bird cursed: "They come in openly, and there are records every time. And under the surveillance of the formation, we are sneaking. Not only do we need to eliminate the records, but we also need to hide the formation from being monitored. Is it possible to have many times the difficulty? It would be nice to have a breath interval, how much do you want?"

"Okay, okay?" Fang Lie shrugged helplessly, stopped talking nonsense, and rushed upstairs in three or two steps.

As soon as it came out, Fang Lie was stunned

The eighth floor of Wanbao Pavilion is actually not big, it is only a hundred feet square, and there are not so many walls. There are only a few rows of niches of all sizes on the four walls. All of them add up to only one or two hundred things.

But without exception, all of them are eighth-level fine products, including more than a dozen eighth-level treasures. This was the first time Fang Lie saw so many eighth-level treasures, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"Wow, it's so rich. If I get it back, I'll make a fortune." Fang Lie said excitedly: "I guess the head master is not as rich as me."

The old bird curled his lips and said, "It must not be as good as Mo Qianxun. That guy is the richest Mo Sect. He has so many treasures in his hands and high-level ones, so he can definitely rank among the top three in the half immortals. However, for an ordinary half immortal, there are only a few eighth-level treasures on his hands. If you really can loot this place, your wealth will be almost comparable to a low-level half immortal."

"No, there are more than ten eighth-level magic weapons here. I should be richer than them?" Fang Lie said unconvincedly.

"You know, which half-immortal does not have its own foundation? Everyone controls a huge industry and has a steady stream of huge income. They may not have as many eighth-level treasures as you, but they are really not comparable to your family's assets." The old bird said disdainfully: "When you have more than ten iron-blocked Jincheng, you will be almost qualified to compare with them."

"By these bastards, they are so rich." Fang Lie was convinced.

Then, Fang Lie rushed directly to the nearest niche, which contained a scripture about a foot thick. Even through the powerful prohibition, Fang Lie could feel the terrifying Buddhist meaning contained in it.

Without Fang Lie's request, the old bird exclaimed directly: "Oh, isn't this the "Sutra of the Evil" which is one of the ten great scriptures of the Lotus Sect? It is rumored that this treasure was refined by the skin of the monk of the Arhat Dao Fruit. The Arhat Dao Fruit is equivalent to a semi-immortal. It is the treasure of the inheritance of the Lotus Sect. It has been missing for 20,000 to 30,000 years. Unexpectedly, it was succeeded by the Netherworld Sect and that was a clue."

"What public case?" Fang Lie immediately asked curiously.

"At that time, the first elder of the Fahua Sect, a great monk with a late-stage thunder tribulation cultivation, was ambushed and all disappeared when he brought hundreds of disciples to visit friends. If the soul lamps in the sect were not completely destroyed, they wouldn't know whether they were dead or alive." The old bird said: "The Fahua Sect was going crazy at that time. The entire sect went out and searched for hundreds of years, but there was no news at all, so it gradually let go of this matter. At that time, the great monk brought this sutra."

"Look," the old bird explained, "The great monks in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation were silently lost. Eighty percent of them used the ninth-level magic weapon. The casual eighth-level treasure had long been wiped out. Only this treasure, which was refined by the semi-immortal skin, was extremely strong, and was invincible with water and fire. After suffering hardships, tens of thousands of years without being nourished by Buddhism, is still profound in Buddha's light and the Buddha's will be as strong as the sea. It's such an amazing good treasure."

"It's so much nonsense, break the ban quickly," Fang Lie shouted excitedly.

"I have started to analyze it a long time ago, but it is not easy to crack it." The old bird smiled bitterly: "There are at least two or three thousand bans, layer by layer, blessing each other and concealing each other. Even if I want to crack it, it will take a cup of tea."

"Can't wait" Fang Lie shouted, and then searched to the side, obviously wanting to grasp the situation first.

After only three steps, he discovered another eighth-level magic weapon, which was a cool bronze carriage. Eight five-meter-sized bronze horses were pulling the carriage in front. There were two eighth-level bronze puppet warriors on the carriage as drivers. The entire carriage was ten feet long, five feet wide, and four feet high. The surface was exquisite reliefs and patterns, and the whole body exuded a simple artistic conception.

Seeing this, Fang Lie couldn't help but shout, "Brother Bird Come and see, why do I feel that this is like a treasure from our Momen?"

"Damn, this is originally," the old bird cursed: "And this is the top car of the Mo family, the eighth horse car, the eighth-level mid-grade car. Just this car is enough to fight against the Thunder Tribulation True Man five thousand years ago, he was driven out to play by a playboy from the Mo family. As a result, he never returned and even his Taoist guardian was gone. The Momen was almost looking for it at that time, but it turned out that he was plotted against by the bastard of the Netherworld Sect."

"I saw that many of them were treasures from other sects. It seemed that they had plotted against many people," Fang Lie said with a smile.

"Nonsense, everyone has plotted against others, otherwise do you think the treasures of other sects in Momen were picked up for free?" The old bird cursed with a smile: "But this time, you are developed. After all, the dead playboy is still Mo Qianxun's uncle. If you take the Eight Horse Cart back, you can definitely blackmail him."

"It's settled." Fang Lie smiled, then continued to move one side, and soon arrived at another niche, which contained seven three-inch green needles, as thin as cow's hair, but there were still countless divine patterns contained in it. It was hard to imagine how powerful the weapon refining technique could refine so many divine patterns onto a mere needle.

Seeing this, Fang Lie couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Good thing, the eighth-level magic weapon, the Netherworld Ghost Needle" said the old bird laughing: "If you take out one alone, it is not considered the bottom of the eighth-level low-level treasure. It has an advantage, it is highly concealed and suitable for sneak attacks. Even if it is a true person of Thunder Tribulation, once it is stabbed by it, the soul will be burned by the Netherworld Ghost Fire and instantly lose its combat power. However, there are seven here, which are enough to form the Netherworld Ghost Fire Array, protect each other and bless each other, and enough to fight against the late-stage cultivators of the Thunder Tribulation. This set of needles is a leader even among the eighth-level middle-level magic weapons.

"There is no doubt that I will take it away," Fang Lie smiled and said, "It must be a treasure produced by the Netherworld Sect itself."

While speaking, he moved again, and this time, he found a pair of green flying swords.

Without Fang Lie's request, the old bird explained, "This should be the Netherworld Ghost Fire Sword, the three common eighth-level magic weapons, needles, swords, and flags of the Netherworld Sect. This is the most powerful type. Moreover, these two swords seem to be mixed with mutual restraint and mutual generation. One belongs to Yin and the other belongs to Yang, which is a male and female sword, with more than doubled power.

"Good thing, mine." Fang Lie shouted, walked aside, and found that in the twelve consecutive niches, there were three-foot flags, exactly the same, all of which were strange treasures burning with ghost fires in the underworld.

"Haha, this is the Netherworld Ghost Fire Flag, one of the three treasures of the Netherworld Sect. If you take it out alone, it is almost the most tragic among all the eighth-level magic weapons. But it has a characteristic, that is, it can cooperate with each other. With each extra shot, the power will increase by a large part. If these two flags join forces, the great monks in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation will inevitably feel regretful when they enter." The old bird smiled and said, "Boy, you are really developed. Even in the Netherworld Sect, there are no more than 30 such flags. Almost half of them belong to you. They will have to at least ten thousand years to refine the two eighth-level ghost fire flags."

"Haha, deserve it" Fang Lie said excitedly: "Brother Bird, have you analyzed it? I feel angry when I see so many babies that I can't get it."

"Haha, it's time to see you're anxious. You're ready. Take that set of Nether Ghost Fire Needles first." The old bird said with a smile.
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