Fairy Winner

Standing in the hall, Zhou Shu took out the heavy gold sword and looked around with cold eyes.

Here, Lin Zhu has not been before, he is likely to face a powerful formation, or other more terrifying.

After sinking more than a mile, the hall stopped.

Wan Lai was silent, and there was no more sound.

Yan Fujing used it, his whole body as tough as wood, Zhou Shu clinging to a heavy golden sword, looked at the only exit in the hall, and walked slowly and steadily.

Opening the door, a deep passage appeared before his eyes.

The passage is very tall, surrounded by iron coral wood, with long lights hung on it, which is exactly the same as the tunnel outside, and was built probably together.

Zhou Shu walked very well. He had a good reason. Several puppets would jump out of here at any time and launch a fierce offensive against him.

As expected, two puppets strode towards him before they walked tens of feet away, holding huge shields in their hands, and the puppet Zhou Shu encountered before [无][False] Novel 3. Compared with quu.cm, they are taller, more than two feet and five feet, and their bodies are shiny and majestic.

But seeing that there were only two, Zhou Shu was a little more relaxed.

Soon, they fought together.

Although the puppet is taller and its power is much greater, Zhou Shu is already familiar with this puppet's fighting method in the days of fierce battle. Compared with the previous one, it is completely handy, but it consumes a little more.

About seven or eight hours later, the two puppets fell to the ground one after another.

The phantoms formed by the divine art also dispersed. They didn't sleep long in the puppet, and their strength was lost a lot, but they still had not weak power. Most of these puppets also contain materials similar to the soul-raising wood, which can preserve the phantom of the soul left by the monks for a long time.

Zhou Shu took out a Naxu ring and put all the remains of the puppet in it for later study. The parts he attacked are basically joints. If a suitable substitute is found, the puppet may be able to move again.

Moving on, after about three or four miles, a hall appeared under the ground.

There are almost no furnishings in the room, only three gray bones sitting on three futons, a green jade pillar is placed among them, and a white object three inches long is supported on the jade pillar. Somewhat weird.

There should be no formations around, Zhou Shu walked closer and took the object on the jade column.

Starting with a slight sinking, crystal clear as jade, with a little touch, you can feel the power contained in it, vast as the sea, Zhou Shu can hardly judge the power, but judging from the breath of life inside, it must be alive.

This is not jade, but a fragment of bone.

"Remnant bones?"

After making this judgment, Zhou Shu was stunned. This sinking island was at least tens of thousands of years old. Can a fragment of bone left outside like this be preserved until now?

It is indeed a residual bone, but it is definitely not an ordinary residual bone.

Either it was the bones of a monk who crossed the Tribulation Realm, or it was the bones of a monster of rank 7 or higher or other beasts, no matter what, the value was amazing. Judging from the classics Zhou Shu has read, such bones are all excellent materials for refining high-level magic weapons, and they contain the principles of cultivation that monks had comprehended during their lifetimes, and they will be infinitely useful if they get a little bit.

Of course, he has not yet come into contact with this level, and what he understands is only a few words, not exhaustive details.

When a monk cultivates to the realm of crossing the calamity, his original body and his physical body are basically one, and his body is extremely difficult to decay. After that, every time he crosses a tribulation, his body becomes solid and complete, until he becomes immortal and immortal after ten tribulations and becomes a Mahayana.

"Unexpectedly to get this..."

Holding the remnant bone, Zhou Shu still dare not feel the vast aura in it.

It is unbelievable that the Golden Core Realm can obtain such a treasure, and he does not even use it.

After looking at the residual bone a few more times, he put it away, very cautious. His residual bone is of great value, but with his current level of cultivation, it is not useful at all.

The few bones on the side have fallen down and turned into powder to dissipate. Perhaps they stayed here just to gain the strength from the remaining bones, so as to improve their cultivation and resist strong enemies, but unfortunately they did not achieve their goal until death. It was also sighing, but the remaining bones that didn't know where they came from, ended up in Zhou Shu's hands.

Among the scattered ashes, several Naxu rings were revealed, as well as a very different ring.

The ring was the size of a thumb and was dark gray, with many runes engraved back and forth on it, and on the side of the ring, the word "Jianji" was written in ancient characters.

"Holding machine ring, is it a token of the door?"

Zhou Shu picked up the ring and tried to input a trace of spiritual power, but there was no response. Obviously, this drag ring was at least a Tier 5 magic weapon, and he couldn't use it.

"It's the same again."

He had expected such a result a long time ago, smiled indifferently, and put away the driving ring.

Most of the sunken islands are monks, and most of the items are naturally only for monks.

After thinking for a while, he collected the ashes on the ground, took out a jade box separately and installed it, then left the hall and returned to the hall.

There were also some bone remnants in the hall, all of which were gathered by Zhou Shu.

Immediately, he opened the mechanism again and let the main hall return to the island.

He spent a lot of time collecting all the ashes in the pagodas and pavilions, leaving nothing ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ into a few jade boxes, and then on the island Niangu Matsushita built a mound and buried all the ashes that had not been in the past few years.

He cut out a jade stele with a heavy gold sword and stood on it.

"The ancestors of Qianjimen, who fought with foreign races, died on Shendao, and have aspirations for death. They are models in the world of cultivating immortals, and those who come later can only admire them."

After doing all this, Zhou Shu leaned over and worshiped a few times before turning to leave.

After taking so much, it should be done for the dead.

I was about to leave along the original road, and it always felt like I was missing. After thinking for a while, Zhou Shu patted his head, turned his head, and walked towards the back of the hall.

When he came in, he was there. There was a large sea pond with a lot of iron coral trees planted in it. He had thought about it before, but after so much good, he forgot them.

The iron coral wood isolates the spiritual energy, and can also limit the divine sense. Although it can't be used to refine magic weapons, it can't be used as a defensive facility and puppet building. He must prepare some for repairing those puppets in the future.

When you come, don't miss any, it shouldn't be Shendao again.

The iron coral wood is shaped like a coral, with branches and branches covered with small bumps like iron sand.

These iron coral trees should have been transplanted to the island when they were very young, but after tens of thousands of years, they have not grown very tall, because this is not the bottom of the sea. The seawater in the pool is stagnant and cannot flow. They cannot grow normally. Reluctantly maintained alive.

But for Zhou Shu, such a large size is enough. Even bigger, I am afraid that he will not be able to take it away, and they will not grow up for tens of thousands of years, making them stronger and tougher than usual. (To be continued.)

Chapter 582

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