066 Puxianyuan

When Ye Jianling heard that the magician said that the demon had been eliminated, he proposed to go around the garden: "My thunder sword is contaminated with magic blood, and it will take a lot of effort to wash it before it can be used again. Anyway, there are so many ownerless things here. Why don't we pick up a few pieces?"

Luo Qiqiang naturally had no objection, and the pure-eye mage still twisted his beard and smiled: "If you want to pick it up, it's okay for the poor monk to accompany you, but you have to agree to the poor monk a condition."

Ye Jianling said righteously, "Master, say it."

Master Jingmu smiled and said, "Don't be embarrassed. Do you think I will blackmail you with something amazing? I just want you to collect and bury the body for anyone, no matter who you pick up, and get a profit.

Ye Jianling thought for a moment: "We not only bury people who have something to take. No matter who sees it, I will burn them with fire and then take the ashes out for burial?"

An unexpected light appeared in the eyes of the pure eye mage: "You can teach!"

So the three did not return to the front hall, but went deeper from a fork in the road.

The temporary fairy palace composed of 36 high-quality magic weapons was completely destroyed. There were broken walls everywhere. Some places were even pierced through the roofs, full of large and small broken holes, revealing blood-like sun wheels outside, and the cold wind roared in and whined.

"The fairy stone used to refine such a fairy magic weapon can refine more than a dozen top-quality magic swords, and many of the materials searched by Hou Yinbing over the years have been used in this."

"Amitabha! There are tens of millions of rooms in Guangsha, and the sleep is only seven feet. In a blink of an eye, people go to the house and damage, and the world's impermanence can be seen, Amitabha!"

Ye Jianling silently took out the fire crow mirror and sprayed it with a real breath. More than a dozen fire crows flew out of the mirror and landed on two bodies hanging on the bridge railing, burning into fine ashes in an instant.

The pure eye mage shook his coat, and all the ashes were collected.

"These two swords are Chinese magic weapons, do you want them?"

Luo Qiqiang shook his head: "I already have an ice-drinking sword, and it's a burden to hold more."

The three of them picked up all the way and gained a lot. This time, the invasion of the magic religion caused heavy casualties in the Baicao Garden. Even masters such as He Tusu and Hou Yinbing died. Many other five- and four-layer steweners who practiced qi died. There were corpses everywhere. You can get several magic weapons in any courtyard.

Ye Jianling picked up two top-quality magic weapons, one of which is a gold sand sword, which seems to be polished like a yellow crystal. It is crystal clear and shining. As soon as the force is used, a smoke-like glow will be ejected from the sword body. The greater the mana, the more condensed the xia is. In the end, the whole sword turns into a wisp of flowing sword-shaped fine sand.

Another top-grade magic weapon is a bracelet formed by five dragons entangling and biting each other. When released, they can be turned into five fire dragons, all of which are formed by samadhi real fire. Ye Jianling took a mouthful of Chinese swords to do experiments. The five fire dragons entangled the sword and burned into iron juice in a blink of an eye.

And this treasure has a greater effect, that is, there are five storage spaces in it. Although it is not too large, it can only put some small objects of elixirs, but it is also extremely rare, much more precious than ordinary treasures, at least refined by Sanxian with more than three layers of golden elixir.

Ye Jianling named the baby Wulonglun, put the collected things in it, then put them on his left wrist, and installed the other five medium-quality magic weapons collected and twelve selected low-quality magic weapons in it.

Luo Qiqiang did not have a storage magic weapon. He only picked up a top-quality magic weapon and two middle-quality magic weapons, and nothing else was taken. And the pure eye mage always followed with a smile, without any impatience.

Seeing that he was about to finish his work and go back, Luo Qiqiang suddenly pointed around and said, "This garden is remote and has not been damaged. Anyway, it is Hou Yinbing's private property. Now that he is dead, it has become a ownerless thing. Why don't we take it?"

Ye Jianling looked at the clear water around him and walked away. There were three small rockery on it, with pavilions and corridors below, which were tortuate with each other. There were stone gate tables in the valley, and three seal words "Puxianyuan" were engraved on the plaque, which was originally used to plant Wanmao Xianpu.

There are mountains and water here, exquisite and elegant. Ye Jianling really likes it very much, but there is only one. He and Luo Qiqiang can't distinguish it: "You can take this place first. I'll collect it when I meet the complete one later."

Luo Qiqiang shook his head: "I don't like this garden. I'll pick something else later."

Ye Jianling flew to the pavilion at the highest peak of the rockery, sat down cross-legged, and then escape from the yin god and went deep into the mountain.

Luo Qiqiang stood on the corridor below, his expression was uncertain, and the pure-eyed mage still smiled.

To remove this fairy magic weapon, you must escape from the yin god, go deep into the core of the magic weapon, and re-refine it with elixir to control it. That is to say, if you want to take away this magic weapon, you must at least be the cultivation of the divine realm.

Ye Jianling knew that Luo Qiqiang had been doubting his origin. He also knew that Luo Qiqiang was not as simple as it seemed, but both of them regarded each other as friends. Luo Qiqiang had helped him a lot. He also saved Luo Qiqiang's life. Both sides were alone and had some sympathy for each other, so he did not As a last resort, no one wants to break this layer of window paper first.

Now Luo Qiqiang asked him to accept this magic weapon. Instead, he asked Luo Qiqiang to come first. Luo Qiqiang did not say that he could not accept it, but said that he didn't like it, that is, he admitted that he had at least a level of concentration. How Ye Jianling covered it up again made him look like a small son. He simply generously escapes out of the yin god to collect the magic weapon. On the one hand, he showed that he did hide his strength, and on the other hand, he also told Luo Qiqiang that I still trusted you and had no scruples about traveling in front of you.

In fact, there is a yellow spring sword in his body. Once someone is unfavorable to his body, this virtual spirit weapon will immediately go out to kill the other party. Moreover, his current cultivation is the dragon and tiger realm, and his soul is more than ten times stronger than when he condensed the divine realm. Not only will he not be taken away casually, but he can also control the magic weapon with his soul alone, so he has considered everything before he safely escapes out of the ghost to collect the magic weapon.

The core of the magic weapon is a large array, which is composed of 365 charms, but this array is not without real entities, hidden in a certain place, but is made by pure divine power, so it must be searched by divine consciousness, otherwise it can only be seen with the naked eye, even if the whole magic weapon is removed. Can't find it.

Ye Jian's spiritual consciousness swept through the whole space, quickly found the magic array, and began to gather the seal.

"What does the master think of my friend?" Luo Qiqiang suddenly asked Master Jingmu.

"Pure by nature, profound blessings, and withered bones!" Master Jingmu said these seemingly profound words.

Luo Qiqiang bowed his head and meditated for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "I'm going to collect treasures later, but... I'm just not strong. I don't know if the master can help me?"

Master Jingmu shook his head: "On the way to practice, if people drink water, they know that many things can't be replaced by others, and they can't help."

Luo Qiqiang's face showed resentment and chagrined: "The master is a monk and compassionate, isn't he the most predestined? It is a deep fate for the master to meet and walk with me. Moreover, as long as the master helps me, when I receive the treasure, I will thank you very much.

Master Jingmu still shook his head: "The poor monk is an outsider, and helping others is the foundation of compassion. Why should he be rewarded?"

Luo Qiqiang didn't give up: "I only need the handle of that magic weapon. How about giving the rest to the master?"

The pure eye mage looked at him with some surprisedness and then shook his head: "My Bliss has the precepts of Bliss, and your magic weapon is useless."

Luo Qiqiang shook his head in frustration and stopped talking.

Master Jingmu seemed to be a little unbearable and called him again: "Your little friend is a blessed person. I'm afraid that he will make achievements in the future, and his dead bones will suffer from his blessings, not to mention the people around him?"

"But he will curse!"

Hearing the three words of the Lingyan curse, the pure eye mage's face also showed a sad face and silently said, "That depends on how you do it. Wouldn't many monks also be stunned when they heard the curse?" After thinking about it, he took out another volume of scriptures from his arms and handed them over. "I have three volumes of the Green Lotus Sutra. The first volume is passed on to Ye Xiaodaoyou, and the second volume will be passed on to you."

Luo Qiqiang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head, and respectfully took over the scroll.

After that, the two stopped talking. After Ye Jianling came back, Luo Qiqiang happily told him, "The master just sent me a book of scriptures, saying that you also have one."

Ye Jianling took his scriptures and looked through them. Sure enough, he saw the green lotus blooming on the page of the book. The scriptures were pleasing to the eyes: "The master said that he had three volumes of scriptures. At that time, he passed on to me one volume, saying that the rest could only be passed on to the disciples. Unexpectedly, he passed on to you back. In the future, we will change the practice, so that we have two volumes together. Master, won't you mind?" He looked at the Jingmu mage with a smile.

The pure eye mage laughed and praised the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Buddha is predestined!"

When the three walked out of Puxianyuan, Ye Jianling's hands were imprinted, shot out golden light, and melted in the air. His magic formulas were obtained from the core array, a total of 365. In one go, the whole Puxianyuan quickly became smaller, and the rockery pool shrank into fists like a dream and fell on Ye Jianling. In hand.

As soon as Puxianyuan was put away, the original open space became open. Ye Jianling saw the heavenly fire flag outside. This set of flag array is much more powerful than the golden sword array he imitated. He liked it at a glance: "This heavenly fire flag is also Hou Yinbing's, right? Let's take it away together. Anyway, it's a reward to help him collect the body.

"That's just right. You go to collect the flag, and I will also collect a fairy magic weapon!" Luo Qiqiang picked a nearby bone spirit source, which specializes in breeding intermittent bone grass.

Those fierce fire flags did not suffer any real damage, but were polluted and closed by the evil law and temporarily lost their spirituality. Ye Jianling raised his hand and pulled them out without the support of aura. All of them were restored to small flags more than two feet high. He twisted them with his hand, non-filament and non-numb, and I don't know what material was made of. Above The wind and cloud seal is embroidered with gold thread, but the luster is dull and there is no fire. It is just polluted by the evil method. When you go back, you can boil it into medicinal pulp and recover.

Soon, Luo Qiqiang also received the bone spirit source, and the two met and returned to the Baicao Palace Hall with Master Jingmu.

Ning Zhiyuan and the three of them are standing there with disgraced faces. Jinfeng Jin Qianye, Baofeng Liu Zhizhu and Yufeng Zhao Caiyi shouted at them. The two sides are arguing fiercely, almost to the point of a big fight.