A treasure map every day, I dig for treasure and revitalize my family

The blood pill is like a bloody prison, and the light is filled with innocent souls and resentful ghosts.

With ghosts crying and gods howling, Han Tianming closed the brocade box completely, completely containing all the scenes in the box.

"With such a blood pill, I don't know how much blood will be used up..."

He put away the wooden box and put it away.

Although he cannot use this elixir at this time, there is no guarantee that it will not have other effects in the future.

It is better to harm Tianhe than to die at the end of one's life span.

A gentleman does not care about his heart when discussing his deeds. There is no perfect person in the world when it comes to his heart.

The blood elixir was not made by Han Tianming, and the person was not killed by Han Tianming. When it got to that point and had to take it, he didn't care much.

Besides, it may not be Han Tianming who needs it.

There is no guarantee that the rest of the family will not be short of longevity.

The second item was a bronze lamp, with swaying lights and a mysterious atmosphere.

The flame was also green, only the size of a soybean particle, and could only illuminate a foot of ground.

Within the range of the lights, Han Tianming felt that his soul power had been somewhat nourished.

This seems to be some kind of special rare treasure. I don’t know what the mystery is.

It came from the soul-suppressing tower that suppressed the prisoner Yan Jun.

Zhen Prison seemed to want to refine it into the tower, but failed.

After the soul-suppressing tower was broken, this ancient bronze lamp remained and was not destroyed by the power of the golden body.

The ability to withstand the power of the golden body to return to the Great Perfection has proven that this lamp is unusual.

It's just that the green fire is faint and weak, as if it will go out at any time.

"Senior Feng, can you recognize this object?"

Han Tianming asked.

He really wasn't sure about this treasure.

Anyway, all the resources have been exhausted, and now there are only two mysterious things left. At this moment, it is easy to open Feng Lingyin's perception to the outside world.

"This is... the soul lantern!"

The moment she saw the bronze lamp, Feng Lingyin suddenly lost her voice.

But soon I heard her say again:

"It should just be an imitation, but even so, it's still extraordinary."

"No one should be able to bring that authentic piece back from behind the bronze door."

Han Tianming's heart was pounding, it was related to the bronze door again!

As the strength increased and the more people came into contact, I realized that many places in the world seemed to be inextricably related to the bronze door.

For example, ghost spells, yellow mud, and the soul lamp in front of you...

"Senior, what is the function of the knot lamp?"

Feng Lingyin was silent for a moment, seemingly lost in long-lasting memories. After a long time, she said:

"The soul lantern is the most precious treasure of the ghost king. It illuminates the underworld and is the treasure of the ghost clan's royal court!"

“Wherever the light shines, all ghosts and souls will be nourished!”

"Rumors say that even if there is only a wisp of soul left, as long as it is warmed and raised in the soul lamp, it will be able to complete the whole body sooner or later!"

After listening to the function of the Jie Po Lantern, Han Tianming couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Such an effect is too outrageous.

With only a ray of soul left, the entire soul can be restored.

So, wouldn't it be possible to achieve immortality?

As long as the soul remains, it is not considered true physical death.

As long as you have the Jieyou Lamp, you can achieve eternal life even if you don't practice!

He stared intensely at the ancient bronze lamp on the table, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

"Don't think about it, this is just an imitation."

"It only has the ability to nourish souls and suppress some ghosts."

Feng Lingyin poured cold water on him.

Han Tianming chuckled and said seriously:

"This is a good start."

"It may not be a sign that I will be able to get a real lantern in the future!"

Feng Lingyin smiled brightly and did not hit him again, nor did she tell him that to get the real Jieyou Lantern, he needed to go behind the bronze door.

The dangers involved are unpredictable.

There are some weird things that even the strongest can't stand.

"Whenever you have admired it enough, put it into your Dantian. This bronze lamp will be beneficial to my true spirit."

"Besides, this treasure can also protect your soul."

"If we encounter the Netherworld Spell next time, we will definitely not be as embarrassed as this time."

Feng Lingyin said.

Her true spirit is essentially her soul.

Although this imitation is not a real Jieyou lamp, it has the effect of strengthening the soul.

Since entering the world of Han Tianming's dantian, her true spirit has grown a lot.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to remember so many things.

If they improve further, they may be able to recall more, and their past experiences can help Han Tianming and Feng Qianqian more.

And Han Tianming's own soul power also needs to be strengthened and cannot just stop at the present.

Han Tianming nodded, but he was not in a hurry. He still wanted to see if there was any substance that could be used as fuel for the bronze lamp.

This weak light always made Han Tianming feel that it would not burn for long.

I asked Feng Lingyin but got no answer.

We can only place our hope in Zhen Yu Yanjun's storage bag. I wonder if there is anything useful among the pile of debris left behind.

Han Tianming's eyes fell on the last object.

To be precise, it should be two things.

They were two shrines with the same shape, which came from the storage bags of the Prison Suppressor and the Blood Demon respectively.

Inside the shrine, there are no gods enshrined, and it is even completely sealed. Only the smell of old incense curls into the nose.

It was a special type of wood that Han Tianming had never seen before, and it was not recorded in the books he read.

The shrine was black and metallic, flowing with a special secret force, as if it came from the underworld.

Han Tianming reached out to touch it, and he shuddered unexpectedly.

It seemed to touch the soul with a touch of coldness.

"Squeak--"

The small door of the shrine was slowly opened by him, revealing the scene inside.

In the small space of one foot square, a stack of broken yellow talisman paper lay quietly in it, looking very ordinary.

However, at the moment of seeing this stack of yellow paper, Han Tianming felt that the treasure map in his mind suddenly trembled!

An unbearable soul touch spread from the treasure map to Han Tianming's whole body.

This treasure map actually had an inexplicable desire for the yellow paper in front of it!

Han Tianming and the golden body looked at each other, and they both saw the incredible light in each other's eyes.

Han Tianming picked up a piece and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The closer the distance, the more violent the treasure map trembled.

On the tattered yellow paper, there seemed to be a painting of black and white mountains and rivers.

Han Tianming thought of it in an instant.

The altar he saw in the Black Feather Water Village had a black and white mountain and river map that was very similar to the treasure map.

"Is it that thing?"

Han Tianming murmured, and then slowly placed the tattered yellow paper in his hand on his forehead.

He didn't know how to hand the yellow paper over to the treasure map.

The treasure map was not in the Niwan Palace, or even in Han Tianming's body.

Every time the consciousness entered and exited, it seemed to be a strange space that belonged to the treasure map.

He just instinctively felt that putting it here might be closer to the treasure map.

However, it turned out that it was useless to put it on the forehead.

The treasure map trembled faster and faster, and seemed more urgent.

Han Tianming was at a loss.

At this time, a breeze blew from nowhere.

The yellow paper in Han Tianming's hand was uncontrollably rolled up by the breeze and floated up.

Soon it reached three feet above Han Tianming's head, burning without fire!

Soon ashes fell, and a special secret force hidden in the yellow paper disappeared into the void...