hey demon

Chapter 297
"Sixth Grade Spiritual Object Vermilion Fruit."

Through the array light curtain, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the foot-high tree in the center of the island that was blooming with dazzling aura.

This is a millennium vermilion fruit tree, ranked sixth rank, which can produce millennium vermilion fruit. If a thousand-year vermilion fruit is eaten, it can immediately increase the cultivation base of monsters by 1000 years. If it is refined into a suitable elixir, the effect will be even greater Better yet, a real gem.

"I didn't expect Master Tianpeng to leave behind such a treasure."

Looking carefully at Zhu Guoshu, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts kept turning.

Vermilion fruits are generally divided into three grades. The third-grade hundred-year-old vermilion fruit, the sixth-grade thousand-year vermilion fruit, and the ninth-grade ten-thousand-year vermilion fruit are all first-class treasures that help monsters cultivate.

"Although Hong Yun's current cultivation base is a bit weaker, and the Four Seasons Rain's effect on the spawning of sixth-grade spiritual objects is limited, but as long as you are willing to invest, it will definitely be effective in time."

Zhang Chunyi was not surprised when he saw the vermilion fruit tree with only a few small white flowers and no fruit. This vermilion fruit tree may have been fruit-bearing once, but it must have been used by Immortal Tianpeng, and the fruiting period of this spiritual thing is long , Hundreds of years have passed, it is not enough for it to bear new fruits.

"cut!"

After confirming Zhu Guoshu's state, without hesitation, a bloody sword light was cut out by Zhang Chunyi.

After receiving this blow, the light curtain of the formation was shaken and dimmed a little. Seeing such a scene, Zhang Chunyi once again slashed with his sword.

The defensive power of this formation light curtain is not weak, and it will take a certain amount of time for him to break through it without hurting Zhu Guoshu.

And while Zhang Chunyi was busy deciphering the formation, in the depths of the seabed of the secret realm, a change was taking place, and this was the source of the previous change in the secret realm.

Hurrah, the torrent shuttles around like a dragon and snake, strangling everything. Many monks are curious about the sea under the secret realm, and some even think that the real Tianpeng may have hidden the most important treasure here.

Under such circumstances, monks have always ventured into it, but very few of them can come back alive in the end, and even real Yinshen fell into it, which shows the degree of horror.

Under the surface of the sea, there is a torrent passing through, which naturally forms a killing formation, the confluence of hundreds of rivers. Not to mention the monks of the scattered people, even the monks of the real world fall into it, and it is difficult to retreat completely.

Later, a monk who was good at the way of earth masters spoke out, saying that there was a piece of land under the sea, and it was impossible to conceive spiritual things. This stopped the greed in many people's hearts.

Up to now, almost no monks would risk their lives to explore the situation under the sea surface, and at this moment, a burst of hearty laughter came from the depths of the seabed.

"It's here, it's here, it's here."

"The inheritance in my family did not deceive me. The ancestor really buried himself here."

The bottom of the sea cracked, and the sound of chains colliding sounded, and an ancient bronze coffin as big as a mountain slowly floated up. Seeing this scene, standing on the back of a manta ray demon, a man with white beard and hair, a blue complexion, and a gray In the robes, the tall and thin monk had a happy expression on his face.

Anyone who is familiar with him here will recognize him as Zhang Lingyuan, a well-known casual cultivator in the South China Sea.

At the beginning, it was he who joined forces with another loose cultivator surnamed Lu to promote the opening of the three forces including Jingwangzong to this secret realm, allowing casual cultivators to enter it.

Compared with the Dali dynasty, although the number of real monks in the world of cultivating immortals in the South China Sea is much larger, even if the Taoist ancestors are excluded in terms of top combat power, the two sides are actually similar, and even the Dali dynasty may be even more powerful. Even better.

Because the Dali Dynasty followed the elite way of monopolizing resources and supporting one person with thousands of people, although there were not many Yin God monks from the three families and four sects, many of them had high-ranking Yin Gods in command, and some Even more than one, this is incomparable to many Yin god forces in the South China Sea.

Here, most of the yin god monks stop at the lower ranks, the middle yin god is already a man of the day, and the upper yin god is the real pillar of the sky.

Of course, the reason why the Whale King Sect and other three forces chose to let go was because the great benefits had already been obtained, and the second was because of the common pressure from the outside world, the appearance of the two Sanxiu Yin Gods was just an introduction.

"Everyone in the world knows the real Tianpeng, but they don't know that the real Tianpeng is the ancestor of my Zhang family."

Seeing the bronze coffin rising continuously, Zhang Lingyuan couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart.

Tianpeng real person Zhang Tianze is a generation of arrogance. He rose in the age of fading spiritual power and became the yin god of the nine refinements. He was only one step away from the nine refinements and became the pure yin realm. At that time, he was really only one step away from the yang god One step away.

It's a pity that he was born at an untimely time, when he completed the Nine Refinements of the Yin God, Zhang Tianze's lifespan had already been exhausted, and it was difficult to go any further.

Everyone thought that Zhang Tianze was a loose cultivator, and that was indeed the case, but in his later years, in order to continue his inheritance, Zhang Tianze actually left behind a line of blood, but unfortunately at that time, among his descendants, there were no A person who can practice.

In desperation, Zhang Tianze had no choice but to leave some inheritance and guidance, and buried himself in a secret realm, waiting for future generations to have an inheritor to pick it up by himself.

It's a pity that good fortune tricked people, and in the change of time, the inheritance preserved by the Zhang family was lost, and the treasure map that guided the existence of the secret realm was lost.

When Zhang Lingyuan rose to power by relying on the family's inherited skills, without the guidance of the treasure map, he couldn't find the existence of this secret realm at all, and he didn't realize it until the birth of this secret realm.

"According to the family inheritance, the ancestor wanted to refine the demon oil to prolong his life in his later years. Now it seems that he failed, but with the complete inheritance and treasures left by the ancestor, I should be able to go further."

"At that time, I must make those damn thieves pay the price."

Thoughts turned in his mind, thinking of those treasures taken away by outsiders, Zhang Lingyuan's heart was bleeding, these treasures should have been his.

But at this time, the bronze coffin, which was as big as a mountain, stopped floating, and was suspended in the sea under the drag of the chains. It was tall and quiet, giving people an invisible pressure.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Lingyuan bowed and bowed to suppress all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts in his heart.

"The unfilial son Zhang Lingyuan pays a visit to the ancestor."

"The unfilial children and grandchildren want to revitalize the Zhang family, so I ask my ancestors to help me."

After the ceremony, the eagerness in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, Zhang Lingyuan spat out blood from the tip of his tongue, and began to operate the blood secret method left by the Zhang family.

Hum, the glistening blood flowed, and being drawn by it, the originally silent bronze coffin began to sprout brilliance.

Creaking, as time passed, the long-sealed coffin lid slowly opened, and a bright light began to shine from it. Seeing such a scene, Zhang Lingyuan's eyes were full of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)