Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body

Mo Tianxing recognized the identity of the old man with eagle eyes. He was the old man of Eagle Mountain, a powerful man of the older generation in the Black Horn Region, and his cultivation level was four-star Dou Zong.

"Yeah, the ruins are so big, how can one person eat it all?"

A big red-haired man grinned fiercely, his fighting spirit surging like flames, and the hot breath distorted the air.

"Even Dou Zun isn't invincible. Be careful not to burst your stomach!"

Another sinister old man echoed this, and as his sleeves fluttered, poisonous mist filled the air, instantly corroding the sand and stones on the ground into ashes.

"..."

In an instant, the aura of the powerful men in the Black Horn Region surged, and countless fierce fighting spirits rose into the sky. The violent energy caused the earth to crack into hideous cracks. Everyone worked together to try to make a venerable man give in!

"Noisy!!"

Old man Mu Gu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his dry palm suddenly grabbed forward!

As he moved, the energy of the entire world rioted, the void trembled violently, and dark cracks were torn out. A huge black flaming hand that covered the sky and the sun condensed out of thin air!

The terrifying aura caused the ground to crack inch by inch, and the faces of the powerful men in the Black Horn Region changed drastically in an instant.

"boom--!!!"

The giant palm came down with a loud bang, and the old man from Yingshan who had provoked first was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. The fighting spirit that protected his body melted in an instant like thin paper and turned into ashes, and hundreds of strong men were also annihilated!

The aftermath dissipated, and the raging black flames turned the rocks within a radius of a hundred miles into red magma. Even if those with weaker cultivation were not hit by the attack, the terrifying aura would make them kneel on the ground and bleed to death from all seven orifices!

Miserable screams rang out one after another. Those who had managed to escape, like Mo Tianxing, looked pale and their eyes were filled with fear.

Only now did they realize that numbers were a joke in front of a Dou Zun master! Their so-called alliance was nothing more than a gnat trying to shake a tree!

Old man Mu Gu slowly lowered his hand, his five fingers still retaining the warmth that made the void tremble. His eyes swept over the silent crowd.

"Who else wants to go in?"

Mo Tianxing waved his hands repeatedly: "Not going!"

Everyone in the Black Horn Region fled in all directions!

A sinister smile appeared on the face of the old man Mu Gu, and he said, "Those who are in the way have left. Brother, please go in."

Lingquan and others turned pale as paper. Ziyan was so scared that she hid behind Su Qian and dared not show her head.

Yao Lao sighed: "A Dou Zun strongman cannot resist. Xiao Yan, let's go."

Xiao Yan showed determination and was the first to step into the ruins!

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Chapter 67: Saint's Relics? Doudi's Relics!

The interior of the ruins was as dark as ink, and the terrifying darkness seemed to swallow up all light. Everyone held their breath and stepped into the passage. Their footsteps echoed in the deep corridor, and the eerie echoes made people shudder.

Xiao Yan walked at the front of the team, with ochre-colored flames emanating from his palms. As the flames swayed, they lengthened everyone's shadows, dispelling the darkness and providing light for everyone.

"Xiao Yan, you have always been smart. Your master did not choose to resist, but followed Mu Gu's instructions and entered the cave. You can understand the deep meaning of this, right?

I haven't taught you the art of soul transmission yet. If you understand what I mean, then increase the brilliance of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame a bit more."

Yao Lao's soul shadow was suspended in the air, his lips did not move, but a wisp of obscure soul power entered Xiao Yan's mind.

Xiao Yan's expression changed, and the fire in his palm slowly grew stronger.

"As expected, you can understand... With our current strength, facing the Venerable is undoubtedly like an egg hitting a rock. We can only bet that your ancestor is still alive.

Mu Gu urged us to explore the cave, which actually gave us a glimmer of hope!"

Yao Lao looked stern.

Elder Mu Gu stood behind the group and said coldly, "Why are you dawdling? Hurry up."

Xiao Yan frowned and looked at Yao Lao. Yao Lao nodded slightly, and the footsteps of the crowd became more frequent.

Su Qian was worried: "How can we be impatient when exploring the ruins? This is clearly a test of the hidden traps with our lives!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's heart was shrouded in gloom.

Xiao Yan's heart was also beating fast, but at this point, he could only move forward.

The group continued forward along the deep passage, taking every step with extreme caution. Logically, such ruins should be fraught with danger and hidden dangers, but what they saw and heard along the way left everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

The broken remains of the killing array were scattered all over the ground. The originally precise array pattern was cut off by some fierce force. The broken parts were smooth and flat, emitting a cold light.

The tall puppet guards fell in a mess on both sides of the passage, with huge holes dug out of their indestructible metal bodies, and even their cores were crushed.

In addition, there are all kinds of mysterious mechanisms. The bronze quiver was violently dismantled, the Wanjun Dragon-Breaking Stone was broken into three sections, and the trap chain was turned into powder... It seemed as if someone had been here before, and with absolute strength, cleared a safe passage for those who came later!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't know what had happened, the scene before them could help them escape danger.

Han Feng's eyes flashed coldly: "It seems that someone has already got there first."

Old man Mu Gu looked unhappy. This was not a good thing for him. It meant that the treasures in the ruins might be taken away by the unidentified first comer!

"Ancestor!"

Xiao Yan was filled with joy. Although others didn't know who had destroyed these mechanisms, he was certain that it was the Xiao family ancestor who had been trapped in the ruins a thousand years ago!

Ancestor, you must still be alive!

"Come on!"

Old man Mu Gu roared, and the terrifying fighting spirit emanating from his body made the void tremble.

Xiao Yan had a plan in mind, and his pace quickened: "Let's go!"

After passing through the dark passage, the view suddenly opened up and a magnificent ruined square appeared before their eyes.

The ground of the square is paved with black amber that is ten thousand years old. Four stone pillars with coiled dragons stand at the four corners, and at the end of the square stand four giant portals. The portals are ten feet high and are made of metal of unknown material. They are simple and hard.

There were broken characters carved above the four doors, and one could barely make out what was written.

"Dan Pavilion, Academy, Tomb Inscription, Sword Altar... It seems that the real treasure of this ruins is behind these four doors. Which one should I go to first?"

Yao Lao said calmly.

Old Man Mu Gu snorted coldly, knowing that there would be basically no danger here. He took a step forward and stepped into the Dan Pavilion.

"You guys come in too. You can't go to other rooms without my order, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Yao Lao sighed softly. Elder Mu Gu was an alchemist, so naturally he was most concerned about the things in the Dan Pavilion. As for not allowing them to explore other places, it was because he was afraid that someone would secretly hide the treasures...

Everyone rushed into the Dan Pavilion, and what caught their eyes were rows of medicine shelves filled with weathered and corroded jade slips and broken green jade bottles.

And on the stone wall of the medicine shelf, there are lines of small words engraved.

Xiao Yan leaned forward and read out the words word by word: "I will store all the pill formulas and elixirs I have collected throughout my life here.

Thirty-six ninth-grade pill recipes in total! How many?

Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise.

Yao Lao's brows twitched, and his spirit shadow came to the stone wall: "There are thirty-six ninth-grade pill recipes, one hundred and eight eighth-grade pill recipes, and countless seventh-grade and below ones...

As for the few medicinal pills, let's not talk about them. Since you've come here after passing through so many trials, you can take them for yourself."

Yao Lao looked solemn and said, "To be able to collect so many pill formulas, the owner of this relic must be either a ninth-grade alchemist or a high-level Dou Sheng!

It’s just a pity that although the jade slip can effectively engrave the elixir formula for a long time, after ten thousand years, the traces of the soul inside have also dissipated…”

"Brother! Come quickly!"

Just when Yao Lao was feeling regretful, old man Mu Gu shouted in horror, his eyes full of fanaticism, and he held several pieces of jade bottle fragments in his hands.

At this time, he was no longer the scheming old man Mu Gu, but more like a seeker on the path of alchemy!

"Your eyesight is sharper than mine. Look what this is!"

Yao Lao was shocked, and his soul quickly floated to Mu Gu's side. He bent down and carefully looked at the fragment in Mu Gu's hand.

Xiao Yan stared at the backs of the two men with a strange look on his face. At this moment, the two of them really looked like a pair of brothers who were friendly and respectful to each other.

Perhaps back then, the teacher and Mr. Mu Gu did have a period of diligent study.

"This is the Wanzai Kongqing Bottle!"

Yao Lao's pupils suddenly shrank and he stared at the fragments of the jade bottle!

"Sure enough, there's no mistake. Even though it's shattered and has lost its original function, this is the authentic Wanzai Kongqing Bottle!"

Xiao Yan couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what is the Ten Thousand Years Empty Green Bottle?"

"The Wanzai Kongqing Bottle is a jade bottle used in ancient times to store precious elixirs. It is said to be able to perfectly preserve the medicinal properties of the elixir for ten thousand years.

However, the method of refining the Wanzai Kongqing Bottle was lost ten thousand years ago. Perhaps only the Medicine Clan and the Dan Tower have preserved the only authentic ones.

Today, the Douqi Continent does have a replica of the Wanzai Kongqing Bottle, but it has less than one-tenth of the efficacy of the original and can only preserve the medicinal properties of the elixir for hundreds of years.

I didn’t expect to see the Wanzai Kongqing Bottle here today…”

At this point, Yao Lao sighed again: "However, the age of this relic is too long. Not to mention the elixir, even the Wanzai Kongqing bottle itself is broken!

It seems that this is not a relic that is ten thousand years old. At the very least, it must be traced back to..."

"One hundred thousand years ago!"

Old Man Mu Gu said firmly.

Lingquan felt uncomfortable when he heard this. The inheritance of their eight ancient tribes was only tens of thousands of years, but this relic actually had a history of 100,000 years.

After finding nothing in the Dan Pavilion, everyone went to the Academy, but they no longer had any hope of finding any treasures.

The stone walls inside the academy are also engraved with words left by the owner of the ruins.

Xiao Yan read it out: "I have left here twelve volumes of high-level Heaven-grade techniques, eighteen volumes of high-level Heaven-grade fighting skills, and countless volumes of intermediate Heaven-grade techniques... and fighting skills below the Earth-grade."

Mu Gu hurried to look at the jade slips on the bookshelf, and without exception, they were all broken.

"There are so many techniques and fighting skills, twelve high-level heavenly-grade books, and eighteen high-level heavenly-grade fighting skills. Even the ancient clans don't have this much."

Xiao Xun'er frowned, thinking that the owner of the ruins must be from a prominent family. The previous speculations by Yao Lao and Mu Gu Lao were not quite accurate.

"He's a top-level Dou Sheng, or maybe..."

When she thought of this, the golden flame in Xiao Xun'er's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her fingertips trembled unconsciously.

"There are two rooms left."