Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Inside the pagoda, Master Miaoshui, Long Shisan and others had already entered. When they arrived at the first floor, there was no one there. Only the smell of blood in the air seemed to tell that a tragic battle had taken place here.

Master Miaoshui glanced at Master Yimei and others behind him, and said calmly: "Master Yimei, your Shenfu Sect has been here once before. You must have taken all the treasures here, right?"

After hearing what Master Miaoshui said, everyone present looked at Master Yimei.

Master Yimei frowned slightly when he saw this, and then gave a wry smile and said: "Master Miaoshui, you don't know something. We did come in before, but we only got to the third floor before we had to retreat. Even Two monks from our Shenfu Sect and a Buddhist from Lingzhou were all damaged inside. As for the treasures, we did get some, but those things may not be able to penetrate the eyes of Master Miao Shui."

"Really?" Master Miaoshui snorted, and then asked, "What's the danger on the third floor?"

Master Miaoshui knew that with the urinary nature of Shenfu Sect, it would be absolutely impossible for them to withdraw from the pagoda voluntarily if they were not in danger. After all, the relics hidden at the top of the pagoda were too tempting for them.

As soon as a monk's cultivation reaches the out-of-body stage, he can start preparing to refine his own magic weapon. However, some monks, until their cultivation reaches the void and underworld stage, still only have ninth-level weapons in their hands.

For ordinary people, level nine weapons are already very good weapons, but for monks in the out-of-body stage or even the void and underworld stage, level nine weapons can no longer fully display their true strength. Magical weapons, for them, It's so important.

Magical weapons are different from level 9 weapons. In addition to the material itself for refining the magic weapon, one factor that monks have to consider is the fit between the magic weapon and themselves, because once the level of the weapon reaches the level of the magic weapon, the monk wants to To perfectly play the role of a magic weapon, you need to identify the owner of the magic weapon by dripping blood, and use your own essence and blood to warm the magic weapon to increase the compatibility between yourself and the magic weapon.

Therefore, for many monks, once a magic weapon is chosen, they will not easily replace it. Instead, they will continue to collect materials and upgrade their own magic weapon as their cultivation level improves.

It is precisely for this reason that monks are often very cautious when choosing magical weapons and do not make choices easily. They will only choose the magical weapons that are more suitable for them to identify their owners. Although Master Yimei and Long Shisan are already The elders of the top sects, but the weapons they possess are only at level nine.

Compared with ordinary monks, they are more demanding in the selection of magical weapons, and the appearance of the nine-story pagoda allows them to see an opportunity.

Once the magic weapon is endowed with sacred attributes, it will make the fit between the magic weapon and the monk reach a perfect level, which is the result that almost all monks dream of.

Hearing Master Miaoshui's words, Master Yimei sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn't say something, he would probably arouse their dissatisfaction even more.

Moreover, with his previous experience, he knew very well that if they wanted to reach the higher levels of the pagoda, it would definitely be unrealistic to rely on their own strength alone. He would also need to rely on the power of the Purifying Water Sect and the Crazy Knife Sect.

Thinking of this, Master Yimei took a deep breath, his face became serious, and said: "On the third floor, we encountered a group of terrifying insects."

"Scary bugs?" Long Shisan heard a flash of surprise in his eyes, "Were they those bugs that made you retreat from the pagoda?"

Master Yimei nodded, with a hint of fear in his eyes, and said: "I heard from several Buddhist masters from Lingzhou that those insects are called Buddha Spirit Insects. A kind of terrifying bug is bred, they are covered with Buddha light, and they are huge in number. Once bitten by one of them, the injury will gradually expand until the whole person is swallowed up, and even the Nascent Soul cannot escape, it is very terrifying."

As soon as Master Yimei finished speaking, an arrogant voice rang out from among the Buddhists.

"Hmph, it's just a group of lowly Buddha Spirit Bugs that scared you like this. Although the Buddha Spirit Bugs are scary, they don't have much fighting power except for their extremely fast speed, so they are nothing to be afraid of." One of them said. A young Buddhist said with an arrogant expression.

Long Shisan glanced at the Buddhist disciple, with a questioning look in his eyes: "According to what you said, you are not afraid of those Buddha Spirit Insects at all, so why did you exit from the third level?"

Hearing Long Shisan's words, a look of embarrassment appeared in the Buddhist disciple's eyes, and he said angrily: "Although those lowly insects are very weak, there are too many of them. We alone cannot pass through their obstacles. Reached the fourth floor.”

When Long Shisan heard this, he sneered, but his heart became serious. The monks who entered in front were probably in danger.

At the same time, when a group of monks entered the second floor of the pagoda, they did not find the monk with the relics. Moreover, the entire second floor was empty, as if it had been looted.

They couldn't help but look a little ugly. They didn't stay on the second floor for too long, and arrived at the third floor in a blink of an eye.

When they entered the third floor through the entrance, their eyes were a little dull when they looked at the scene in front of them.

What caught their eyes were rows of bookshelves. There were no books on the bookshelves, but they were gleaming with gold. The entire bookshelf was actually filled with relics that exuded Buddha light, and the man who had previously obtained The monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was standing in front of the bookshelf with a crazy look on his face, staring at the relics on the bookshelf, his eyes full of greed.

"Haha, the relics are mine, they are all mine."

The monk laughed wildly, stretched out his hands towards the relics on the bookshelf, grabbed a handful, and was about to put it into the storage ring.

When the other monks saw it, their eyes suddenly turned red. No longer hesitating, they all rushed towards the bookshelf. There were so many relics, even just one would make them laugh out of their dreams, and what they saw in front of them was The numerous relics were an unimaginably huge wealth for both of them.

But just when they were running halfway, everyone suddenly stopped. The fanaticism in their eyes suddenly disappeared, and their eyes turned to look of extreme fear.

In front of them, the monk who grabbed a handful of relics suddenly screamed, and his entire right hand disappeared instantly!

Buzz!

At the same time, the sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded, and the relics around him came to life. They turned into small golden insects with fluttering wings, and instantly drowned the monk.