mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 254
"Brother Deng, could it be?" The old man's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

"That's right, this is the birth of a strange treasure!" The man in the iron mask laughed loudly, and suddenly turned into a faint blood shadow, shooting towards the island.

The expressions of the other two changed drastically, and they hurriedly wanted to follow.

Just at this moment, a huge blue shadow suddenly appeared, and smashed into the sea with a 'bang', stirring up waves tens of feet high.

The two quickly stabilized their figures and looked at Yujiao with ugly expressions.

If they hadn't reacted fast enough to escape in time just now.Then the two of them will be smashed into meat by the jade dragon's tail.

The two looked up, and saw that the jade dragon's pupils, which were originally like top emeralds, had turned blood red, exuding an astonishing hostility.

"This jade dragon is going to fight for its life!" The old man clenched his fists angrily.

"It's just at this time." Confucian scholar let out a low growl with a gloomy face, swiping the brush in his hand several times, releasing a large golden rain. "Don't worry about anything else, let's repel this beast first."

Hearing the words, the old man also gritted his teeth violently, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and silver thunderbolts gathered in the air, forming a huge thunderball with the size of tens of feet.

"Go!" The old man shouted.

The thunder ball fell instantly, Yujiao saw that the situation was not good, and fled into the sea quickly.

'Boom'!
Accompanied by the sound of thunder roaring, dazzling white light suddenly appeared, and thunderstorms swam across the sea surface, turning it into a desperate thunder prison.

After a while, the white light dissipated.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar opened his eyes, and the figure of the old man was already hundreds of feet away.

"You..." Seeing that on the small island, Dao Dao's spiritual light has completely dimmed, and a strange treasure may be born at any time, he quickly sacrificed the brush in his hand, and waved a golden bridge of light.Immediately stepping on the light bridge, the whole person merged into the golden light, and flew towards the island at an extremely fast speed.

When the two arrived on the island one after the other, the vision on the island had completely disappeared.

The man in the iron mask hovered above the small island out of thin air, looking at Wang Yueying and his wife opposite with unfriendly eyes.

The two stopped on both sides of the man in the iron mask, one on the left and the other on the right. After glancing at him covertly, they turned their attention to the two people on the opposite side.

"Tsk tsk... This must be the head of the Wang sect, right?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar stroked his long beard, and his eyes lingered on Wang Yueying's plump and delicate body for a while, with a faint hint of greed.

"From this point of view, Miaoyinmen should be secretly refining some rare treasures here, but why are there only two people?" The old man glanced coldly at the two of them, and said expressionlessly.

"No, it's three people." The man in the iron mask stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountain not far away.

"There is also a monk in the early stage of alchemy, who is refining treasures in the mountain, and it seems that he will succeed soon."

"Really?" The old man smiled coldly and said nothing more.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stepped forward slightly, and said to Wang Yueying and his wife: "Sect Master Wang, I have known you for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet here. I can only blame Sect Master for your bad luck."

At this time, he seemed to have just noticed Yun Ming beside Wang Yueying, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"It's just that I don't know who this is the head of the Wang family? It seems that he is very close to the head of the Wang family."

"Hmph!" The man in the iron mask snorted coldly, raised his hand and released an extremely fast blood shadow, heading straight for Wang Yueying.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned a little annoyedly, and waved forward with the brush in his hand as well.

At this moment, Kojima suddenly trembled violently.

The movement was so great that it could be called landslides and ground cracks. The entire island was shaking to the east and west, and the mountain peaks were even more densely covered with cracks, revealing a huge space inside.

At the same time, a high-pitched buzzing sound like a dragon's chant rushed straight at the bullfight, shaking the surroundings, and even the air was buzzing.

Even the few people suspended in the air couldn't help but quickly cast spells to stabilize their figures.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the entire mountain suddenly exploded, and a huge white beam of light shot out from the mountain, straight into the sky.

In the beam of light, a stone tablet filled with golden seal characters slowly took shape, exuding an astonishing aura.

After a while, the beam of light dissipated.

The stele seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, trembling slightly, and rushed straight down.

"Stop it!" The old man yelled, and the ancient jade in his hand turned into silver thunderbolts again, rushing towards the stone tablet.

"Stop!" The silk in Wang Yueying's hand turned into a ribbon of light and flew out, but was firmly stopped by streaks of golden light rain.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar chuckled and looked greedily at the stele.

Seeing that the thunder was approaching, the golden script script on the stele suddenly flew out of thin air, and each script script was connected to each other, like tiny golden chains, climbing on top of the silver thunder in an instant.

The silver thunder died down in an instant, without any trace of prestige.

"Impossible!" The old man's eyes widened in horror, and he was unwilling to believe what he saw.

His silver thunder was transformed by ancient treasures!Over the years, I don't know how many monster monks have died under this treasure.

No matter how powerful the stele was, it was just a magic weapon that had just been born, and it hadn't even been refined by anyone, so how could it be able to control it!

This is totally unreasonable!

Just when the old man was stunned by what he saw, the golden scriptures flickered slightly, like real chains, pulling the silver thunderbolts back to the stone tablet, without a trace.

At the same time, on the stone tablet, the golden seal script returned to its place, and a small ancient jade ornament emerged, pressed down by the seal script, like an ordinary stone tablet decoration.

Just when the few people were terrified and inexplicable, a figure suddenly appeared beside the stele, and picked it up.

The stone tablet, which was still full of spirituality just now, stayed obediently on the palm of this person, like a child returning to the arms of his biological parents.

"As expected of a rare treasure that has absorbed the entire spiritual vein, it can display such power without being refined." Lu Yunze nodded in satisfaction, and wiped it on the stone tablet. He took out a piece of ancient jade out of thin air, and looked at it The two eyes were stored in the storage bag.

The old man's eyes were wide open, and a long knife suddenly appeared in his hand, but he dared not do it.

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw this scene, he quietly held the brush in his palm, rolled his eyes slightly, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Lu Yunze ignored them, but looked at the man in the iron mask with great interest.

"My friend, my spiritual sense is not bad."

The man in the iron mask nodded slightly, then turned and ran away without hesitation.

The old man and the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at each other in shock, and they flew out in two different directions at the same time.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, we can't let them go!" Seeing this, Wang Yueying's expression changed drastically, and she quickly said to Lu Yunze.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to leave." Lu Yunze casually threw the Zhenling Monument into Wang Yueying's arms, and he disappeared abruptly on the spot.

Wang Yueying was startled for a moment, her hand sank, the small and exquisite stone tablet just fell into her arms, and she struggled a few times unwillingly.

She picked it up and looked at it carefully, still a little unbelievable.

After planning for such a long time, this top-notch magic weapon, which is comparable to the eight-door golden light mirror, just fell into her hands.

For a moment, Wang Yueying felt a little unreal, like a dream.

"Ying'er..." Yun Ming squeezed Wang Yueying's wrist.

Wang Yueying was startled, and then remembered that their lives were still in other people's hands, so she couldn't help laughing wryly.

After a while, Lu Yunze's figure reappeared, holding a golden brush and a glass-like blood-colored dagger in his hand.

"The matter is over." Lu Yunze grinned, looking in a good mood.

"Thank you, Senior Lu, for your help this time." Yun Ming pulled Wang Yueying and bowed deeply to Lu Yunze, and at the same time handed over a bulging storage bag.

"This is the reward that was agreed in advance, a piece of refining materials for the Lingling Monument." Yun Ming coughed twice, his expression as calm as ever.

"Senior, do you need Miaoyinmen to find an uninhabited spiritual island for you?"

Lu Yunze waved his hand with a smile. He personally tried the refining process of the Zhenlingbei once, and now he has some ideas of his own.

The spiritual island that Miaoyinmen could provide no longer met his requirements.

It just so happened that he and Han Li had been in the outer seas for six years, most of the time they spent hunting demons and obtaining pills in the depths of the remote seas.

During this process, the two saw many unknown features in the open sea, and naturally saw more than one small island with excellent spiritual veins.

In his memory, there are several islands that fully meet his requirements.

"Fellow Daoist Lu..." Just as Lu Yunze was thinking whether to forge an improved version of the Zhenling Tablet for himself, Wang Yueying suddenly pointed to the glazed dagger in his hand.

"Can I have a look at this thing through my concubine's body?"

(End of this chapter)