They were looking for treasures in Wuya Palace, but they did not come here to seek death. If they could avoid casualties, they would try their best to avoid casualties. The monks abandoned the city and rushed directly into the ruins of Wuya Palace to take shelter.
All puppets have a weakness, whether it is a stone puppet or a wooden kite, they do not have enough detection capabilities, and they have no spiritual consciousness, and it is even harder to think.
As long as you disappear from their sight, you will be safe.
"Everyone enter the city, avoid their sight, find hidden ruins to hide, and then try your best to sneak to the central hall of the inner palace and rejoin in the hall. Brothers, wish yourselves good luck! I, the leader, will go too!" Li Zhanqiang
While fleeing quickly in the Wuya Palace City, he shouted urgently at the monks.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the ancient ruins like a ghost. This Wuya Palace is huge and can accommodate ten thousand people. It is more than enough to accommodate more than a hundred of them.
There are a large number of palaces, pavilions, and mansions in Wuya Palace City, many of which have collapsed and been damaged.
Hundreds of Zhenyuan cultivators dispersed and fled into it, each using concealment methods, and soon disappeared.
When the target disappeared from the field of vision, most of the stone puppets stopped blankly, returned to their respective positions at the top of the city, and gradually became quiet. Only a small number of stone puppets were left patrolling the city, and the lightning and thunder eagles were in Wuya.
Gong Cheng was flying around in mid-air.
The ancient ruins of Wuya Palace fell into darkness and silence again, as if the fierce battle before had never happened.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's light figure sneaked silently among the ruins of Wuya Palace, avoiding the stone puppets on the streets and the lightning and thunder eagles that flew by in mid-air from time to time, making a "crunching" sound.
Wuya Cultivation World is a very ancient world of Cultivation. The monks here are best at the art of making puppets and souls. Naturally, there are a large number of items related to these in the Wuya Palace. It is said that it is now spread in Dongyang Cultivation World
Many of the secret techniques for making weapons were spread from the world of Wuya Cultivation.
At that time, there was a war between the four immortal realms of Wuya, Dongyang, Fengyun Continent, and the Sun Never Sets. The Wuya Palace was attacked by monks from the other three realms.
Most of the items in Wuya Palace have been looted, leaving only a small amount of items. In addition, there is a secret passage in this ancient ruins. Monks will come in every forty or fifty years. Most of the items here have been
After searching everything, it is not easy to find spiritual treasures in waste.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was rummaging through a half-collapsed pavilion, trying to find one or two relics among the dusty ruins.
He didn't expect to find any good treasures in these ruins. But his trip couldn't be in vain. He should find something useful to him.
After spending a long time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan dug out a sealed ancient red sandalwood box from the corner with his hands showing joy. He swept away the rotten mud and opened the wooden box with a click. Inside, there were three things that looked like gold and paper.
"Eh. Is this a secret scroll from ancient times?" Yuwen Zhouyuan was startled. He had seen a secret scroll of this nature in Fangshi, a place where Sanguan was not aware of. The owner of the house said he found it from the ruins.
.Hide it like a treasure. He opened these secret volumes and looked at them.
""Complete Refining Picture Volume of Pojun Battle Cannon"."
""Stone Puppet Refining Picture Scroll"."
""The Complete Cartography Volume of Lightning and Thunder Eagle."
Yuwen Zhouyuan recognized the words on it, but the production process of this picture scroll was very complicated, and he was confused after reading it again.
After muttering a few words, he put these heavy secret volumes into his storage bag. Although he may not use them, there is no harm in keeping them.
Yuwen Zhouyuan continued to rummage through the ruins of the pavilion for a while, but his luck seemed to end there. Except for occasionally digging out some bones and remains from unknown years, he did not find any more relics.
After spending a long time in the ruins of the pavilion without any more gains, Yuwen Zhouyuan decided to take him to the center of Wuya Palace City and meet up with the leader of the Dongyang Sect, Li Zhanqiang, and other monks.
After all, the real purpose of his coming here is not to find spiritual treasures, but to fight hard.
Li Zhanqiang, a cultivator at the pinnacle of the True Essence, whose strength is second only to the ancestors of the five great immortals in Sanjiang, risked his life to come to this ancient ruins not just to find one or two spiritual treasure items of little use.
The only reason this person came here was to break through the real person bottleneck that he had dreamed of. Compared with breaking through the real person bottleneck, everything else was secondary.
Although Li Zhanqiang never told outsiders about his purpose of coming here, almost all the Zhenyuan monks on this trip knew it well and wanted to see what Li Zhanqiang was doing here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had the same idea and was about to leave.
Suddenly there were several slight hums and angry scoldings coming from dozens of feet outside the pavilion.
Then it fell silent. When Yuwen Zhouyuan heard the sound, his figure suddenly stiffened. His feet lightly disappeared into the darkness on one side, and his whole body's breath converged.
After a while, a middle-aged man in brown clothes, enduring the severe pain of a sharp-edged magic weapon inserted in his chest, came over with a woman in pink clothes in his arms, and threw her in the corner of the pavilion.
"The bitch is very ruthless in her actions, but unfortunately she is still three points away from killing me. I have long known that people will not be tempted in front of the real person. It is not so easy to plot against me."
The man in brown clothes endured the severe pain and pulled out the sharp-edged magic weapon with a barb, quickly tapped several meridians on his chest, and used magic to treat the bleeding wounds. He said a few words in a cold voice.
He leaned over to search the woman's body and found several storage bags from her waist. After checking it with his spiritual consciousness, he saw the piles of precious raw materials inside, and he immediately smiled with satisfaction.
"I didn't expect you to prepare a lot of things. The items I brought, plus the items in these bags of yours, should be enough for me to exchange for a cultivating pill. When I succeed in advancing to the real person stage, this song
The credit belongs to you alone. Don’t worry, I won’t forget your good deeds.” The man in brown clothes took a short rest and changed his clothes. After using his spiritual sense to look around, he quickly left the ruins of the pavilion.
Yuwen Zhouyuan silently stared at the cold woman's corpse. He did not step forward to investigate.
He had a vague impression of the man in brown clothes just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan. He was the leader of a small sect in Sanguan, a high-ranking monk on the eighth level of the True Yuan Stage. This man was too low-key.
The woman in pink clothes has a close relationship with this man. It seems that this man's partner is also of high cultivation.
I just don’t know why the two of them suddenly turned against each other at this time, and one died and the other was injured.
Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head secretly and quietly retreated out of the pavilion.
Speaking of which, the leaders of these three-in-one places are really worthless. As long as a Zhenyuan monk with a little bit of strength can attract dozens of Zhenqi stage monks to call themselves a certain sect.
Yuwen Zhouyuan spent half a day walking through the large urban area of Wuya Palace and came to the palace wall in the center of Wuya Palace.
This palace wall is five feet high. Just climb over this palace wall and enter the inner palace.
Outside the palace wall, seven or eight high-level Zhenyuan monks were sitting cross-legged in twos and threes. They were in no hurry to enter the inner palace. The man in brown clothes was also among them. There was nothing unusual about him with a cold face.
There are no stone puppets and lightning thunder eagles approaching here. All the lightning thunder eagles are only patrolling in mid-air over the ruins of the outer city, staying away from the inner palace.
It seems that this inner palace hides an extremely dangerous atmosphere.
The arrival of Yuwen Zhouyuan surprised high-level monks like him in the True Yuan Stage. Anyone who dared to break into the inner palace must have extremely strong strength.
Li Zhanqiang couldn't help but look at Yuwen Zhouyuan a few more times, and said: "Everyone who ventures into the ruins of Wuya Palace hopes to get the maximum harvest. Search carefully for three or four days in the ruins of the city. I am sure.
You can find little harvest. If you venture into the inner palace, you can naturally get more and better things. But the inner palace is a hundred times more dangerous than the ruins of the city outside. Although the courage of the little brother is good, but you are really
For low-level Yuan cultivation, you can just look for it in the ruins of the city outside. There is no need to enter the inner palace. If you follow us inside, you will probably be in trouble. It is not worth losing your life for a little greed."
"Brother Li, since Yuwen is here, he naturally wants to look around the ruins. The puppets in the inner palace should not be more powerful than the lightning and thunder eagles, right?" Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the quiet inner palace and said calmly.
"The lightning and thunder eagles are nothing. The attacks of these wooden birds are only comparable to the attacks of the first-level monks in the True Yuan Stage. Our time here is limited. This leader is just too lazy to bother with them. With the puppets in the inner palace
In comparison, they can only be counted as a few appetizers at most. This Wuya Palace was built by the True Emperor monks. How come there are only puppet guards as low as the Lightning Thunder Eagle?" Li Zhanqiang laughed.
"Brother Li, don't scare this brother. There are only a few puppet guard puppets in the inner palace. Since this little brother wants to take a look inside, there is nothing wrong." Yu Haiqing leaned against the palace wall with his arms folded and his back said coldly.
said.
Everyone fell silent, and in the blink of an eye, the day they had been waiting at the palace gate had passed.
However, there were only more than 20 Zhenyuan monks who appeared near the palace wall one after another, and the rest of the monks did not come here. All the monks who wanted to enter the inner palace should have arrived. The monks who did not want to enter the inner palace were probably still in Wuya.
Searching for spiritual treasures in the ruins of Miyagi District. If you can find a few treasures, it will be a worthwhile trip. After all, not everyone is willing to die in the inner palace.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was thinking about Yu Haiqing's "several puppet guards in the inner palace." These puppet guards blocked a group of high-level real monks from entering. He didn't think that those puppets
Guards are easy to deal with.
The level of danger is definitely several levels higher than that of the Lightning Thunder Eagle.
"The number of people is almost enough to deal with those puppet guards, let's go in." Li Zhanqiang looked at everyone and suddenly stood up.
Eleven high-level Zhenyuan monks, nine intermediate Zhenyuan monks, and three junior Zhenyuan monks. They jumped over the five-foot-high palace wall and entered the inner palace.
It was obvious that this small group of them was almost the most powerful monks.
What appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan was an extremely huge palace, and in front of the palace stood an iron guard quietly.
Yes. It was this iron guard that kept a group of monks outside for a whole day without daring to come in.
This Iron Guard, exuding a cold aura, squatted motionless on the temple. It had not moved here for at least forty or fifty years. It was covered with a thick layer of dust. It was almost the same as the entire front of the temple.
The surface is blended into one and covered with moss.