Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

Zhou Xuan was pleasantly surprised.

What the Tianmu Sect lacked most was manpower.

With the Nine Yin Sect joining, this shortcoming was instantly made up.

"Mr. Ling, the Yin Jiao has been killed, and there is no obstacle to the Tianmu Sect anymore. We can go in."

Zhou Xuan continued.

"Yes."

Ling Yun nodded.

Then, the group walked into the valley.

At the end of the valley, Ling Yun saw a cave entrance that looked like a coffin.

This entrance was square and completely naturally formed.

The group did not hesitate and went directly into the cave.

The atmosphere in the passage was extremely cold.

It was indeed the Tianmu Sect, known as the Death Jedi.

This Tianmu Sect was beneficial to Zhou Xuan, Zhou Ya and the people of the Nine Yin Sect. After all, they relied on this power to practice.

Ling Yun was also not afraid.

Now he has cultivated a golden body of thunder.

Thunder naturally has a restraining effect on Yin Sha power, so how could he be afraid of the Tianmu Sect.

This passage is more than 3,000 meters long.

After passing through the passage, the group entered a huge underground world.

In this underground world, there are various ancient buildings, which are undoubtedly the work of the Tianmu Sect.

The people of the Jiuyin Sect were more and more surprised, and felt that this place was many times more luxurious than their sect.

Seeing these ancient buildings, Lingyun was quite speechless.

These buildings look like large tombs, which are really worthy of the Tianmu Sect.

Zhou Xuan took Lingyun to a tomb hall deep inside.

"Sir, this is my Tianmu Sect, the inheritance and savings of the past generations. If you need anything, just take it."

Zhou Xuan said.

He knew very well that if it were not for Lingyun, they would not even have the ability to take back the Tianmu.

Therefore, even if Lingyun emptied the savings of the Tianmu Sect, he would not have any complaints.

The cultivation environment of the Tianmu Sect is the most important for them.

The Tianmu Sect has been passed down for many years, and the savings are indeed rich.

Even if most of the resources are only suitable for Tianmu Sect warriors, the remaining few resources are far more than those giants in the Western Wilderness.

Ling Yun did not look at these resources.

For him now, ordinary resources are not in short supply.

With his status as an alchemist, he can get ordinary resources at any time.

Finally, his eyes fixed on a five-colored stone in the hall.

"Sarira."

Ling Yun was surprised.

He did not expect to see sariras in the treasure house of the Tianmu Sect.

The sariras are the remaining spiritual power, that is, the spiritual power condensed after the death of the monks.

Those who can leave sariras are all monks.

Therefore, each sarira contains strong spiritual power.

This kind of treasure undoubtedly has a huge effect on Ling Yun's soul.

But then Ling Yun felt regretful.

This sarira was obviously eroded too badly by the environment of the Tianmu, and the color has dimmed, and there are even cracks on it.

Therefore, the remaining spiritual power inside is very little.

But for Ling Yun now, this is also very rare.

According to the cultivation standard of the Ancient Continent, to form a relic, one must have at least the cultivation of a Martial Emperor.

Obviously, there cannot be many Martial Emperors in the Ancient Continent, and relics are even rarer.

This is probably the only chance for Ling Yun to get a relic before he becomes really powerful.

"I want this thing."

Ling Yun was not polite.

"Does the young master need anything else?"

Zhou Xuan said.

Ling Yun shook his head: "Prepare a secret room for me, I will retreat for a while."

Seeing that Ling Yun had made up his mind, Zhou Xuan said no more.

At the same time, he was grateful to Ling Yun from the bottom of his heart.

In the secret room.

Ling Yun quickly refined the relic.

The spiritual power in the relic was indeed strong.

Unfortunately, Ling Yun's soul was too damaged, and the relic was also damaged by half.

After repairing less than one millionth, the spiritual power of the relic was almost exhausted.

Ling Yun stopped immediately.

He observed his broken soul for a while and sighed: "It has indeed been repaired, but it can only be used once at most."

Fortunately, it is better to have something than nothing.

After repairing such a little bit of the broken soul, he has a life-saving trump card.

Ling Yun did not intend to waste the remaining energy of the relic.

It happened that he had not yet condensed his spiritual consciousness.

The energy in the relic was barely enough to repair the soul, but it was absolutely effective to condense the spiritual consciousness.

Without thinking, Ling Yun used the remaining energy of the relic to condense the spiritual consciousness.

An hour later.

Ling Yun's thoughts formed a hazy cloud in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is his spiritual consciousness.

It must be said that the relic is very powerful.

Ling Yun's spiritual consciousness was just born, and it was on par with Wu Zun.

Crack!

The energy of the relic was exhausted, completely shattered, and turned into powder and scattered.

But Ling Yun was very calm.

If it were someone else, they might be happy to condense such a powerful spiritual consciousness.

But this is just a small matter for Ling Yun.

"It's time to leave."

Ling Yun stood up.

Now that he has cultivated the Thunder Golden Body, his strength has become stronger, and he is undoubtedly more confident in saving Yu Wanyang.

Moreover, time is really running out.

But Ling Yun said goodbye to Zhou Xuan and others.

"Sir, I have an old friend, who was my friend in the alchemy world in the past. He is a local in Luocheng. You are not familiar with Luocheng. You can go to him after you go to Luocheng."

Zhou Xuan said: "With him here, I believe it will be much easier for you to act."

Ling Yun nodded and did not refuse.

He knew nothing about Luocheng and really needed a guide.

Ling Yun always acted decisively. He set out that day and headed straight for Luocheng.

This time, he did not encounter any obstacles on the way.

A day and a half later, Ling Yun arrived in Luocheng.

Luocheng was extremely prosperous and more than ten times larger than Hecheng.

This is a real big city.

Ling Yun found the residence of Zhou Xuan's old friend according to the address given by Zhou Xuan.

What came into Ling Yun's sight was a manor of considerable size.

However, the manor seemed a little run-down.

Ling Yun was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it and went forward to knock on the door.

"Who?"

A girl's voice came from the door.

"Excuse me, does Master Tang live here?"

Ling Yun said: "I am Ling Yun, and Master Tang's old friend Zhou Xuan asked me to come here."

Zhou Xuan's old friend, named "Tang Long", is also a fourth-grade alchemist.

The yard fell silent.

After a while, there was a creaky sound, and the door opened, revealing a pretty girl.

The girl looked at Ling Yun: "Who are you to Uncle Zhou?"

Obviously, she knew Zhou Xuan.

"I am friends with Zhou Xuan. Because I came to Luocheng for the first time and was unfamiliar with this place, Zhou Xuan introduced me here."

Ling Yun said, taking out a letter, "This is written by Zhou Xuan, asking me to give it to Master Tang."

The girl's expression darkened: "You can come in, but there is no need to read the letter."

"Why?"

Ling Yun was puzzled.

The girl said: "My father, he passed away last year."

Ling Yun was very surprised and could only say: "Sorry."

At this moment, he finally understood why this manor was so big, but it looked so dilapidated.

"This has nothing to do with you."

The girl smiled, "By the way, my name is Tang Qian, what are you doing in Luocheng?"

"I came to pick someone up and settle accounts with some people."

Ling Yun said calmly.

Tang Qian didn't ask any more questions.

When he arrived at the manor, Ling Yun could feel the decline of the Tang family more and more.

The manor of several hundred square meters did not even have a servant.

Entering the main hall, Tang Qian poured tea for Ling Yun with a very polite attitude.

Ling Yun sat quietly.

While drinking tea, his eyes suddenly paused on a portrait on the wall next to him.

The girl in the portrait was very familiar to Ling Yun.

"This is Jiang Yan, the second daughter of the Jiang family."

Noticing Ling Yun's gaze, Tang Qian said, "She is a famous alchemy genius in Luocheng. She studied under Zhou Wei, a sixth-grade alchemist master. At the age of fifteen, she is already a fourth-grade alchemy master.

Jiang Yan is my idol. One day, I will become an alchemy master as powerful as her."