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Shi Feng smiled bitterly, "Of course it counts..."

The white fox suddenly shouted, "Shi Feng, cheer up! You haven't walked the last mile yet, so you can't fall down.

Think about your blood feud, think about Miss Qin, your sister, and your master, they all hope that you can return safely!

You have now dismantled the high-level magic weapon, and there are only thirty stone chambers left. Even if twenty years is not enough, will two hundred years be enough for you?

You spent six hundred years in Yuchang Palace, you can always get out, right? When you came in, your bone age was one hundred and thirty years, and you will be out for seven hundred and thirty years, so there are still seventy years left, right?..."

The horned dragon echoed, "Yes, yes! A mortal who can live for seventy years is considered a long life! When you find Junior Sister Qin, get married, and You can do a lot of happy things.

There are 365 days in a year, twice a day, and 70 years is..."

"Shut up, old lecherous dragon!" The white fox scolded angrily, "Shi Feng, you have been working tirelessly in Yuchang Palace these years, disassembling magic tools, understanding the intention of Taichu Sword, and practicing the Five Color Eyebrow Heart Sutra.

Recently, I have learned the Great Vajra Subduing Demon Skill, the Golden Body and the Xumi Mountain Fist, and the harvest is also amazing.

As for the life span of only 70 years, hehe, things are unpredictable. If the opportunity comes, let alone 70 years, I have heard of a baby in seven years. "

The white fox scolded and made Shi Feng regain his spirit, "Master Hu blamed me for not giving up even if there is only a glimmer of hope."

Next, Shi Feng began to disassemble the magic tools again.

The second 200 years passed like this, and he was trapped in Yuchang Palace for a full 400 years.

Countless times, Shi Feng sent out letters, hoping to get a response; countless times, he hoped that the underground spiritual veins would riot and destroy the inner hall magic array.

Countless times, he dreamed of his younger sister, master, uncle, and senior brother...

Of course, the most common dream was of Qin Bing, or the wedding ceremony, the phoenix-like dress; or listening to the piano, the wind passing through the fingertips; or even dreaming of having a bunch of children, and working hard every day.

But after waking up, the stone room was still empty, the door was locked, and there was no sunlight.

Every time at this time, Shi Feng would be stunned for a while, and Long Er didn't dare to talk nonsense at this time, for fear of touching bad luck.

Four hundred and ten years, four hundred and twenty years, four hundred and thirty years...

Shi Feng's weapon refining skills are getting better and better, and the speed is gradually increasing.

After five hundred years, Shi Feng finally broke through the stone halls of thirty-six high-level magic weapons.

When he stepped into the 217th stone hall, he felt a chill in his heart.

After dismantling the high-level magic weapons, there was still no end. This was still a stone room. The magic weapon placed on the stage was a post-natal spiritual treasure.

Post-natal spiritual treasures are already the highest level of magic weapons that a weapon refiner can refine. As for the innate spiritual treasure, it is not made by refining, but a spiritual object born naturally between heaven and earth.

Long Er took a look and said in surprise, "Hey, isn't this the ghost scorpion tail shield?"

There was a black shield on the stone platform, with a curved hem, shaped like a tail hook, and a fist-sized hole was punched out of the shield surface.

"Ghost Scorpion Tail Shield?" Shi Feng asked, "Is it the shield that Taoist Fan made for Chongchi and sealed the spirit of the Insect King?"

"Yes. It is the same treasure, but it is not the one made by Taoist Fan. Chongchi's shield killed many masters of the human race in the Ten Thousand Years War and was completely destroyed in the end."

Shi Feng held up the heavy shield, "Although I can't leave Yuchang Palace, I can see the spiritual treasure before I die, which is not in vain.

Master Long, since you have witnessed the whole process of refining the Ghost Scorpion Tail Shield, do you remember anything?"

"I don't know how to refine weapons, but the Ghost Scorpion Tail Shield was made by the old Taoist Niubi and several disciples. I still remember some of the conversations."

"Well, write down how much you remember and tell me."

For the acquired spiritual treasure, it was impossible for Shi Feng to disassemble it with his attainments.

But this treasure happened to be made by Taoist Fan. Shi Feng held up the shield, studied it carefully for a day, and nodded slightly.

He had already understood that the power of the Ghost Scorpion Tail Shield lies in the monster sealed inside. This monster can practice on its own and breathe vitality, so that the power of the shield is constantly increasing and becoming a spiritual treasure.

Putting down the shield, Shi Feng picked up another jade slip, which was the complete "Sealing Spirit Sutra" he got in the secret room of Taisu City.

Taoist Fan has unique experience in the art of sealing spirits, and even Peacock Master admits that he is not as good as him.

In addition, as the gatekeeper spirit beast of the black tortoise bone, the Horned Demon Dragon remembered some details of the original refining of the Ghost Scorpion Tail Shield. He wrote down 20 to 30 dialogues between Taoist Fan and his disciples.

These dialogues are naturally vague and seem to be true and false. Fortunately, with Shi Feng's current refining attainments, the truth can be seen at a glance.

The Sealing Spirit Sutra plus Long Er's memories made the impossible possible.

Shi Feng first studied the Sealing Spirit Sutra for ten years, and then disassembled it for ten years. Finally, he decomposed the Ghost Scorpion Tail Shield into more than a thousand materials and put it into the groove.

The stone door slowly opened, just as Shi Feng was wondering what the second spiritual treasure would be?

However, the scene that he had dreamed of countless times suddenly appeared after he lost hope.

The stone door opened, and it was no longer another square room, but a round stone hall.

There was no stone platform in the stone hall, no magic tools to be dismantled, and there was only a Buddha statue in the middle, holding a flower and smiling.

As Shi Feng stepped in, the ground in front of the Buddha statue flashed with bright light, and a teleportation array slowly emerged.

Long Er laughed loudly, "Haha, haha! Finally got out of the maze, damn it!" He couldn't help but hug Xiao Hei and cheered.

The white fox was also smiling, "Congratulations, Shi Feng, you crawled through the last mile! Although you didn't meet a savior, you saved yourself."

Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and Shi Feng felt his body weakened and slowly sat down.

Five hundred and twenty years, a full five hundred and twenty years, he finally walked out of the Yuchang Palace maze.

Although he is now six hundred and fifty years old and his promotion to the Nascent Soul stage is almost a bubble, at least he can still see her.

Shi Feng stood up and kowtowed three times to the Buddha respectfully.

The stone flower in the Buddha's hand suddenly broke, and a round ball inside slowly flew towards Shi Feng.

Shi Feng stretched out his palm, and the round ball fell into his palm.

This thing is cold and transparent, with an irregular shape, like a piece of glass fragment, and there is no spiritual power fluctuation on it.

"What is this, a refining material? Is it a reward for breaking the Yuchang Palace maze?" Shi Feng guessed secretly in his heart.

Long Er urged, "Little Stone, stop looking, let's go quickly. If something unexpected happens, it will be troublesome."

Shi Feng looked at the teleportation array, "Where does this teleportation array lead to?"

"Why do you care where it leads to? Don't you want to go?"

"Of course I have to go."

Shi Feng walked around the stone hall and searched it, confirming that there was nothing else inside except the Buddha statue.

"Alas, I have been trapped in Yuchang Palace for too long! After a thousand years in the mortal world, I suddenly have to go out, and I seem a little uncomfortable."

Shi Feng looked back at the silent stone hall, which swallowed up his five hundred and twenty years of youth.

He sighed and slowly walked into the teleportation array.

A mysterious light covered Shi Feng, and his figure disappeared instantly.