Painting of the Nine Immortals

As soon as he arrived at Qingmingzong, Ling Xian felt the breath of two important places.

One is the treasure full of treasures, and the other is the scripture storehouse, which is full of scrolls. These two places symbolize the wealth and foundation of the Qingming Sect. They are the most important.

Therefore, when he stepped on the mountain gate, he could leave a little force in these two places. In addition, both the treasures and the Tibetan scripture hall have their own defensive formations. These two places have not been destroyed, and they are still intact.

At this moment, Ling Xian first came to the treasure house.

If, in addition to resolving the grudges and the settlement of the people in the sin city, what is his biggest gain, then it is undoubtedly the treasure house in front of him.

Qingming Zongxiong has been here for a long time, but it is a local tyrant who is thousands of miles away. Lingxian does not know how much wealth he has accumulated over the years. But he can be sure that it must be an astronomical figure.

Even if it ’s a Yuan infant, you will be impressed!

"Let me see how much wealth the Qingmingzong has accumulated." Ling Xian smiled slightly, and then ran the mana, banging on the door of the treasure house.

As an important place to house treasures, the treasure house is naturally a strong defense. It is a pity that in the face of a man like him who has the ability and the skill to play the game, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Therefore, after a bang, the gate of the treasure house was automatically separated toward both sides.

Immediately, a splendid halo was heard from inside, and it was difficult for the shaking person to open his eyes.

When Ling Xian walked into it, she suddenly felt that she was still underestimating the wealth of Qingmingzong.

I saw that the treasure house had three floors, and the space on each floor was huge, filled with various treasures. But the treasure on the first floor only made him smile with satisfaction.

Spirit stone!

The eyes are full of white spirits. If you calculate it roughly, it will cost tens of millions. Moreover, none of them are the most inferior inferior spirit stones, all of which are high-grade spirit stones.

"It is indeed the Qingming Sect who has been here for many years, and the family is really rich." Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, and then stopped talking, and floated on the second floor.

For him, the spirit stone is just something outside of him, and he values ​​the priceless treasure more.

And when he went up to the second floor, his eyes flashed. It wasn't that he found the treasure, but he saw the elixir that was shining brightly.

Looking around, there are thousands of elixir placed on the ground. They each release a brilliant light, dreamlike and blurred.

This made Ling Xian's eyes light up, quite happy.

Although he does not practice alchemy often, he likes elixir because of a natural preference. At the moment, there are so many elixir here that naturally makes him feel happy.

"Yes, alchemy will be much more convenient in the future."

Ling Xian smiled at the corner of her mouth, and then swung her sleeves, taking half of the elixir into her pocket. The remaining half, he intends to leave to those sinners.

After all, these people are all his subordinates, and naturally they must be cultivated.

Immediately, he rose into the air and came to the third floor.

All of them are magic weapons. There are all kinds of attack, defense, and flight, but the grades are mainly from nine to five.

Higher grades have none.

This is also normal. After all, Qingming Sect is just a small sect gate, and having such a rich family base has made Ling Xian very satisfied.

"Not only have we resolved our grievances, but we also have a place to house those people, and now we have harvested such an amazing wealth. It's really worthwhile."

Ling Xian was very satisfied with the gains of this trip, and immediately flew in shape, leaving the treasure house.

He doesn't need it, whether it is a spiritual stone or a magic weapon. Therefore, he did not take away the slightest, intending to use it to train the people of the sin city.

When he strengthened the Treasury's formation, he flew towards the Tibetan Pavilion.

After about a minute, Ling Xian came to the door of a three-story building. I saw it is antique and built of extremely precious Sydney wood, exuding a faint fragrance.

"This is the Zangjing Pavilion."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, there was nothing to look forward to in the star eyes. He is very clear that a small sect like Qingmingzong cannot have a supreme supernatural power, and even a supernatural power may not exist.

Therefore, he does not expect anything.

The reason why he will come to see is that one is already here, and the other is that he wants to look through the ancient books to find out why the Qingming Sect knows the secret of the sin city.

"Let's go in and see."

Ling Xian tied his hands with his hands and played a trick to break the array, which directly smashed the three defensive methods of the Zangjing Pavilion. Then, walked in slowly.

When he walked into the first floor, he roughly swept over the yellowish ancient book with a spirit. Sure enough, as he expected, they were all low-level spells that were useless to him.

The second layer is some small magical powers, precious treasures in the eyes of others, but still useless in his eyes.

He had anticipated this and was not disappointed.

After that, he came to the third floor. The books placed here are not supernatural, but rather ancient books that record some local customs and anecdotes about cultivation.

"That's it, look for it."

Looking at the hundreds of ancient books, Ling Xian grinned bitterly. To find records about the city of sin from so many ancient books is really not a simple matter.

However, since it's already here, you have to try it.

Therefore, he calmed down, picked up a yellowed book, and looked it up carefully.

In this way, time passed little by little.

One book was picked up, put down by Ling Xian, and in two hours, he had read seventy-four books. However, in so many ancient books, he could not find any words about the city of sin.

"Isn't Qingming Sect known from ancient books or put it elsewhere?"

Ling Xian frowned slightly, and after groaning for a while, she decided to read the rest of the books together. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he regarded it as accumulation of knowledge.

When he flipped through a black book, his eyes suddenly turned on.

Although there are only a few two or three sentences about the sin city, and there is no specific description, it can make people fully feel that the city contains an incredible secret.

"Sure enough, there are records in ancient books."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, and after finding out the reason, his last doubt was gone. I am also very fortunate that I have beheaded and killed the top of Qingmingzong.

Otherwise, if someone leaks the news, he will certainly fall into a huge crisis. With a little carelessness, you will fall into a place of nowhere.

"Master's decision with a few immortals is right. Although it is still confused, the secret must be of great importance. If I accidentally expose the wind, I will be miserable.

Ling Xian looked dignified, and decided to bury the sin city as soon as Zhen Xian designed the big battle.

After that, he closed the book, and was ready to take it out of the Scripture Pavilion. However, just as he was about to close, Yu Guang in the corner of his eye caught a few lines.

Suddenly, his brow frowned.

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