Legendary Pharmacist

"No matter how you explain today, breaking into Wentian Pavilion by force has become a fact.

Qian Yunzong is not the back garden of Tianming Palace, since he dares to mess around, he has to pay the price. "

Saying that, Mingkong Aoqing raised the folding fan and waved forward, and rushed out first.

The anger in his heart has already burned his internal organs red, and his eyes have already changed from anger to sharp and cold.

At this moment, even if the Mandate of Heaven comes in person, it is useless, he must make the mansion of the Mandate of Heaven in front of him pay with his life.

Seeing Ming Kong Aoqing rushing forward, the other elders raised their weapons and leaped towards the enemy without any hesitation.

The Star Officer Left Palm was listening to his disciples report on the situation, when he saw Ming Kong Aoqing rushing over, the muscles in his hands tensed instantly.

"Fold!"

The star official with the left hand crossed the five-foot-long black iron rod, first swept across Ming Kong Aoqing's fan bone, and then suddenly turned the black iron rod into a straight line.

Quickly twist to bring a strong torque, and deflect the fan by a quarter of a turn.

Mingkong Aoqing didn't expect that the left palm star officer's fighting skills were so good, so he quickly turned around, flipped half a circle in the air and kicked out.

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Kicking back the star official with the left palm, Ming Kong Aoqing turned around on the ground, and began to use the moves in the Iron Fan Breaking Art of War.

The star official with the left palm did not back down, he waved the black iron stick and waved "Wheel Style!", facing Mingkong Aoqing head-on.

The weapons collided again, and a large number of figures passed by.

Elder Qian Yunzong had already rushed into the crowd, fighting with the disciples of Tianming Palace.

On the 1002nd floor of Wentian Pavilion, Mo Junrong hugged the handrail of the stairs and sat down on the steps, gasping for breath.

He ran all the way, wanting to quickly reach the top floor of the Wentian Pavilion, to see if the handle of the axe of the divine soldier Tianming was hidden at the highest place.

I originally thought that the Wentian Pavilion was just over a thousand stories high, so it was about as high as a mountain peak.

It is so difficult for a person who is a cultivator in the False God Realm to climb a mountain.

And there are stairs inside, which are easier to climb than peaks without mountain roads.

However, the reality is not what he thought. If you can't move your kung fu in the Wentian Pavilion, you can't fly if you want to.

What's even more troublesome is that due to the influence of the law-breaking power, it is also very difficult to let Qi Jin and the power of heaven and earth flow along the meridians in the body.

It seems that the meridians are filled with sand and stones, and not a drop of water can flow through.

If you can't mobilize the flow of power, you can't infuse power into the muscles.

Therefore, the strength consumed by climbing stairs is completely taken from the muscles themselves.

Mo Junrong is not a cultivator with a background in body training. His muscles are of average strength, and he is stronger than ordinary peasants.

Encountering the unusually high floor of Wentian Pavilion, this little muscle strength is not enough.

The more I walked, the more painful my feet were, and the more I lifted my legs, the heavier I was.

The body seems to be filled with lead and mercury, and it is heavily pressed on the two knees.

Mo Junrong kept rubbing the muscles of his legs. He hadn't experienced the soreness and numbness of exhaustion and the cramps and pain from time to time for decades.

"Damn it, I never thought that I, Mo Junrong, would experience the pain of climbing stairs again."

While rubbing his legs, he counted with his fingers.

From the outside, Wentian Pavilion seems to have 1,020 floors, or maybe 1,008 floors.

Mo Junrong can't remember the exact number, but it's just in the early 1000s anyway.

Just now, if the count is correct, it should be one thousand and two floors.

In other words, there is not much left from the top floor of Wentian Pavilion.

Thinking that he was about to touch the fate of the divine soldier, Mo Junrong suddenly felt his blood surge, and the excitement made the fatigue subside by five points.

"Get the handle of the ax of destiny and return to the Chentian Wonderland, and you will be the Supreme of the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Land.

A bright future is just around the corner, hahahaha, I am the only one in the world! "

Laughing, he strode forward, grabbed the banister, and struggled to climb to the top.

After two sticks of incense, Mo Junrong stepped on the end of the stairs smoothly, turned his head and looked behind him, there was no further upward stairs.

This is the top floor of Wentian Pavilion, where the most precious treasures of the entire Qianyun Sect are hidden!

Same as below,

It was dark in the attic, like midnight without moonlight.

The walls don't even have windows, but the cold current in the sky still penetrates inward along the walls.

Mo Junrong lit the lamp stand, letting the soft light of the lamp stone illuminate the five-foot-square space.

The attic on the top floor is smaller, and the ground and walls are covered with hoarfrost due to the cold.

There are no display shelves in the entire attic, and there are no boxes for things.

On the empty ground, there is only a giant ice jade square pier two people tall.

It was placed in the center of the pavilion, exuding bursts of icy white air.

Mo Junrong leaned over to check and found that it was a whole piece of ice jade without any cracks on the surface.

The square pier is eleven feet high, seven feet long and wide, and looks like a large square box.

Frost Jade is a precious ore with a very low temperature, and it is the favorite weapon material for those who practice cold techniques.

Under normal circumstances, the mined ice jade is only the size of a fist.

The larger ones are also full of cracks and are very easy to break.

Like this ice jade in front of me, it is so huge and flawless.

I am afraid that there is only this piece in the entire Yunxiu Continent, which can be regarded as a priceless treasure.

But Mo Junrong was suspicious, even if the ice jade was precious, there was no need for Qian Yunzong to regard it as the treasure of the clan.

Wouldn't the Meteor Streaming Shadow be more expensive, wouldn't it be better to enlarge the Meteor Streaming Shadow?

He circled the ice jade, his fingers gliding across the surface of the cold ore.

There must be a reason for putting this thing here, perhaps to cover up something more important.

Bringing the lampstand in his hand close to the ice jade, there is actually a blurry black shadow in the ice-white ore.

What is this black shadow? It looks a bit like a human.

Could this huge ice jade be used to preserve someone's body?

Once this idea popped up, it lingered in my mind.

Mo Junrong hesitated for a moment, and decided to smash the ice jade into pieces.

Anyway, this thing belongs to Qian Yunzong, so it doesn't hurt to break it, it's more important to see what's sealed inside.

He raised the firestone long sword and smashed it at the ice jade.

The long sword is a magic weapon, with a heating array embedded in it, which can maximize the fiery effect of the firestone.

This heat offsets the cold air of the ice jade, making the ice jade less firm.

Under Mo Junrong's repeated slashing and smashing, the ice-white cold jade quickly cracked.

The broken pieces of jade fell like crushed ice and scattered all over the ground.

Soon, Mo Junrong chiseled the ice jade out of a big hole and touched the shadow inside.

He held up the lampstand and looked in.

Hey, it's really a humanoid thing.

But it's not a physical body, it's a set of clothes supported by iron frames.

Upper body robe, lower body trousers, middle belt.

Coats, underwear, headscarves, everything is available.

Judging from the style of the clothes, it is an ancient style thousands of years ago, and the pattern is also long.

It should be an old object, could it be a magic weapon made into clothes?

Isn't that similar to the magic weapon armor of Qianqi Silver Fort!

Mo Junrong stretched out his hand, carefully stretched into the big pit, and slowly touched the fabric of the dress.