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Chapter 229 Do you feel...a little cold?(1/4)

 Inside a dilapidated palace, almost half of it collapsed.
"Waste Pill!"
"Waste Pill!"
"It's still useless!"
"..."
Gu Han shook his head repeatedly, with a look of disappointment on his face.
Opposite him was a rotten wooden frame that was leaning to one side and seemed about to collapse completely at the slightest touch.
On top of the wooden frame.
There were more than a hundred pill bottles lying here and there.
Most of it has become riddled with holes and cracks, and only a small part of it still retains some of its original appearance.
And on the ground.
But it's just broken porcelain everywhere.
It seems that after an unknown amount of time, the broken porcelain has long lost its original color and become dull. As for the elixir in it, it has long since lost its potency and turned into part of the dust on the ground.
"Five Yun Dan?"
Sudden.
Shen Xuan raised a pill bottle.
"This bottle of elixir seems to retain some potency. Judging from the introduction...it seems to be used to strengthen the physical body."
"There are some here too."
Murong Yan also made a discovery.
"Illuminating Pill?"
"It seems to be used in conjunction with senior brother's bottle. It is specially used to strengthen the monk's soul. Unfortunately, it doesn't have much medicinal power."
"Let me see!"
Gu Han's mood perked up and he quickly checked it out.
Only to become disappointed.
Perhaps when it was intact, this illuminating elixir was a rare elixir that could replenish the soul, but now the remaining potency... was almost negligible.
"Look again!"
Gu Han was a little unwilling to give up.
After some searching.
They finally found eight or nine bottles of elixirs.
And the effectiveness is surprisingly consistent.
It's not about strengthening the physical body.
It is to replenish the soul.
However, like the previous Wuyun Pill and Zhaoshen Pill, there is basically not much medicinal power left, and it is only a little stronger than the Waste Pill.
"Brother Yang."
Gu Han looked depressed.
"The many elixirs you mentioned are not referring to these waste elixirs, right?"
"no."
Yang Ying thought for a while.
"The palace I entered at that time was far less shabby than this one, and there were still remaining restrictions inside. I was lucky enough to get the bottle... After that, I wanted to try to see if I could break through those restrictions, but my cultivation was far from enough.
Not only was it not broken, it was ejected, and you all know the rest."
"Restricted?"
Gu Han's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"I see!"
"There are so many palaces here, there must be some that are relatively well preserved!"
"There are forbidden residues, which means that those elixirs are much better preserved than here!"
"we……"
He looked excited.
"Wrong place!"
"The surname is Yang!"
Boss Murong Yan was not satisfied.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"just……"
Yang Ying looked helpless.
"You ran in like crazy and started looking for me. How did you give me a chance to speak?"
"..."
The three of them were a little embarrassed.
When I first came in, I seemed a little too excited.
But who makes oneself poor?
Have you never seen the world?
"Go, go, go!"
Seeing that they had found a way out, the few people rushed out without hesitation.
In addition to the central palace and the tall tower, there are almost a hundred smaller palaces on the periphery, at least one-third of which are relatively well preserved.
It didn't take much effort at all.
A few people found a palace that was much better preserved than the previous one.
"mysterious?"
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br> Above the palace entrance.
Several ancient seal characters were carved.
It's just that the last few characters have been blurred, and only the first character can still be barely made out.
It’s the character ‘Xuan’.
"Xuandan Pavilion?"
Gu Han's heart moved.
"I heard them say before that this place seems to be called Xuandan Pavilion."
"This thing."
Murong Yan looked at the two mottled stone pillars several feet long in front of the palace door, thoughtfully.
"It seems harder than my mother's sledgehammer!"
"..."
The three of them were speechless.
This metaphor... is really her usual style!
"Let me try!"
To be continued...
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