Dragon and Tiger Taoist

"Sixth-grade spiritual object·Zhu Guo."

Through the formation light screen, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the foot-high tree blooming with dazzling spiritual light in the center of the island.

This is a Millennium Vermilion Fruit Tree, ranked sixth grade, which can produce Millennium Vermillion Fruit. If one Millennium Vermillion Fruit is consumed, it can immediately increase the monster's cultivation level by a thousand years. If it is refined into a suitable elixir, the effect will be as good as It will be better and a real treasure.

"I didn't expect that Master Tianpeng would leave such a treasure."

Looking at the Zhuguoshu carefully, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts kept turning.

Vermilion fruits are generally divided into three levels. The third-grade hundred-year vermilion fruit, the sixth-grade thousand-year vermillion fruit, and the ninth-grade ten thousand-year vermillion fruit are all first-rate treasures that help monsters cultivate their abilities.

"Although Hongyun's current cultivation level is a little weak, and the effect of Four Seasons Rain on the birth of sixth-grade spiritual objects is limited, as long as you are willing to invest, it will be effective over time."

Zhang Chunyi was not surprised when he looked at the red fruit tree that had no fruit and only a few small white flowers. This red fruit tree might have once carried fruit, but it must have been used by the real person Tianpeng, and the fruiting period of this kind of spiritual thing is long. , hundreds of years have passed, which is not enough for it to bear new fruits.

"cut!"

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

After receiving this blow, the formation light screen wavered and dimmed a little. Seeing this scene, Zhang Chunyi struck out with his sword again.

The defensive power of this formation light curtain is not weak. 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, changes were taking place deep in the seabed of the secret realm. This was the source of the previous changes in the secret realm.

Crash, roar, rapids, circling like dragons and snakes, strangling everything. Many monks are curious about the secret realm under the sea. Some even think that Tianpeng Zhenren may have hidden the most important treasure here.

Under such circumstances, monks have always ventured into it, but only a few of them came back alive in the end, and even Yin Shen, a real person, fell into it. The horror is evident.

Under the sea, there are rapids flowing through it, forming a natural killing array and the confluence of hundreds of rivers. Not to mention the Sanren monks, even the real-person monks who fall into it will have difficulty escaping intact.

Later, some monks who were good at earth masters spoke up and stated that there was a desert under the sea and it was impossible to breed spiritual beings. This stopped the greed in the hearts of many people.

Now, basically no monks would risk their lives to explore the situation under the sea. At this moment, a burst of hearty laughter came from the depths of the sea.

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

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

The sea floor cracked, 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 dressed in gray The tall and slim monk wearing a cassock was beaming with joy.

If there are familiar people here, they will recognize that he is Zhang Lingyuan, the famous casual cultivator in Nanhai, Qingmian Zhenren, who possesses the cultivation of the Fourth Yin Shen.

It was he and another casual cultivator surnamed Lu who prompted the Whale King Sect and other three forces to open this secret realm so that casual cultivators could enter it.

Compared with the Dali Dynasty, although the number of real monks in the Nanhai Immortal Realm is much larger, in terms of top combat power, even excluding the Taoist ancestors, the two sides are actually about the same. Even the Dali Dynasty may have more Even better.

Because the Dali Dynasty followed the path of monopolizing resources and supporting one elite with ten thousand people, although there were not many Yin God monks in the three families and four sects, many of these families had high-ranking Yin Gods in charge, and some There is even more than one, which is difficult to compare with the many Yin God forces in the South China Sea.

Here, most of the Yin God monks are in the lower ranks. The middle Yin God is already a famous figure, 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 decisively was because, firstly, great benefits had been obtained, and secondly, because of the joint pressure from the outside world, the appearance of the two Yin Gods of the casual cultivators was just an introduction.

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

Looking at the rising bronze coffin, Zhang Lingyuan could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

Zhang Tianze, the master of Tianpeng, is a genius of a generation. He rose up in the age of declining spiritual intelligence and became the Nine Refinements of Yin God. He is only one step away from the Nine Refinements to unify and achieve the realm of Pure Yin. At that time, he is really just one step away from Yangshen Taoist. One step away.

It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time. By the time he completed the Ninth Refining of the Yin Shen, Zhang Tianze's lifespan had been exhausted and it was difficult to go any further.

Everyone thought that Zhang Tianze was a casual cultivator, and this was indeed the case. However, in his later years, in order to continue his inheritance, Zhang Tianze actually left a line of blood. Unfortunately, at that time, there were no descendants of him. People who can practice.

In desperation, Zhang Tianze had no choice but to leave behind part of his inheritance and guidance, and buried himself in the secret realm, waiting for future generations to pick up the inheritance.

It's a pity that fate has played a trick on people. In the changes of time, the inheritance preserved by the Zhang family has been lost, and the treasure map guiding the existence of the secret realm has been lost.

When Zhang Lingyuan rose to power with the help of his family's inherited skills, without the guidance of the treasure map, he could not find the existence of this secret realm at all. It was not until later that this secret realm came out that he realized it.

"According to the family's inheritance, my ancestor wanted to refine demon oil to extend his life in his later years. It seems to have failed now. But with the complete inheritance and treasures left by my ancestor, it should be possible for me to take a step further."

"When that time comes, I will make those damn thieves pay the price."

The thoughts in his mind were spinning, and Zhang Lingyuan's heart was bleeding when he thought of the treasures that had been taken away by outsiders. These treasures should have been his.

At this time, the bronze coffin, which was as big as a mountain, stopped floating, and was suspended in the sea under the pull of the chain. It was majestic and quiet, giving people an invisible pressure.

Seeing such a scene, Zhang Lingyuan suppressed all the distracting thoughts in his heart and bowed.

"Unfilial son Zhang Lingyuan pays homage to his ancestor."

"Now that the unfilial descendants want to revitalize the Zhang family, I ask my ancestors to help me."

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

Hum, the glimmering blood flowed, and under its pull, the originally silent bronze coffin began to glow.

Creaking, as time passed, the dust-covered coffin lid slowly opened, and a bright light began to shine from it. Seeing such a scene, Zhang Lingyuan's eyes were filled with anticipation.