After returning to the Taoist temple the next day, he stopped to say hello to his second senior brother and Yue Anyan. Tu Kun then urged the temple owner to go out. He wanted to see the ruins where black crystal black gold was produced, and then come back to refine the flying sword with peace of mind. This retreat will definitely last for a long time.
Of course, the more rare treasures, the better. In the later stages of practice, they are piled up with resources.
Zhang Wenfeng took out the formation flag and talismans that his senior sister entrusted him to buy and gave them to Yue Anyan. He learned that the little fox demon was playing with the little demon spirit in the middle of the mountain, so he sent a summons. Soon the little fox demon flew over wearing straw sandals and holding a wooden sword. Followed by a little elf flying with a sword.
"Guanzhu, you are back. Mr. Tu is well."
The little fox demon greeted them one by one politely.
Because of Sister Mo, the unsmiling Mr. Tu looked at her differently.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Mr. Tu and I are going to the secret room where Mo Ye grows flowers. Will you accompany us?"
The little fox demon cheered and shouted: "Okay, okay, we will go to White Fox Castle as a guest later. My sister spends most of her time in seclusion and practicing hard. It's boring for me to be alone in the mountain."
Tu Kun didn't expect that place to be related to Hairpin Patriarch, so he hesitated and followed.
The donkey ran ahead, and of course he wanted to join in the excitement. He had not been to the haunted forest for almost two years. When it snowed heavily, he almost screamed at the foot of the mountain, feeling so miserable and helpless.
Hu Qiang'er stood on the wooden sword and watched helplessly. He didn't dare to go out and play casually unless the master of the temple called him.
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and waved, then pointed at the donkey running happily.
Hu Qiang'er couldn't help but flew away, landed on the donkey's back, and hung the small wooden sword on his waist. The little fox demon giggled and also landed on the donkey's back. The donkey rose into the air and flew towards the northwest.
We took a shortcut from the air and flew to White Fox Castle, and we arrived in almost half a word.
The little fox demon opened the door and waved to keep the various foxes away. She took four strange combinations of guests and happily skipped inside. When they reached the foot of the mountain, she shook her head slightly and refused Zhang Guanzhu's courtesy invitation.
Her sister had warned her not to walk into Sister Mo's flower garden.
To be able to have the blessings you have now, you must know how to cherish them.
Zhang Wenfeng left the donkey and Hu Qiang'er to play with the little fox demon. He and Tu Kun flew up to the cave, walked to the stone wall, took out the magic wood beads, opened the hidden entrance and exit door, and walked in with Tu Kun one after another.
"This place is the ruins of a witch cultivator more than five hundred years ago. My senior sister and I broke in and accidentally broke through the 'Huanmu Trap Magic Formation'. We obtained the formation's key point to the entire formation, which is the Magical Wood Bead in our hands. . Later, Xin Yue and the others moved here to live, and later Mo Ye needed a place isolated from the outside world to plant flowers. I brought her here once, and she opened a small flower plot and stayed here for some time. "
Zhang Wenfeng simply explained some of the past of this place to Tu Kun, otherwise Tu Kun would not be able to let go.
The cold air remaining in the secret room was reduced by half.
Tu Kun said "Oh", carefully looked at the words and runes on the pillars in the secret room, and nodded: "It is indeed the work of the witch cultivator. What is revealed on the outside wall is the 'Du Yuan Water Element Restriction'. This place is probably a A trap is a cage specially designed to trap other masters."
Zhang Wenfeng was greatly impressed. Tu Kun looked shabby in appearance, had a bad temper and was stubborn, but he was knowledgeable. After all, he was worthy of being an old demon who had survived the decline of spiritual energy and told the truth in one breath.
He then recounted the events when he destroyed and weakened the formation to the extreme and accidentally released the female ghost Fang Bailan, as well as the piles of bone meal remains he swept out from the edge of the secret room wall, and the box of black crystal beads he collected.
"No wonder, it can trap and kill fifth-level masters and use the power of the witch formation to isolate the outside world. All the masters who died here, the natal swords, flying swords and other treasures they carried with them were consumed by the formation and only left residues."
Tu Kun walked around the large secret room, paying attention to the runes carved on the ground and the runes on the pillars. After calculating for a while, he shook his head and said: "This formation has been completely damaged. There are magic wood beads that can restore it." It has some functions, but it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the gain outweighs the gain.
My suggestion is to dismantle the inner array pillars, the ground, the ceiling and the stone wall array symbol node materials, and move them all back to the Fairy Spirit Temple. It would be a waste to put them here. You can get a lot of second-level and third-level materials. There are also fourth-level and fifth-level materials, not too many, which just complement the Taoist temple's warehouse. "
Zhang Wenfeng told himself that he was the master of one view, so he had to be stable and not show off as an ignorant person who only cares about money.
One word popped out from between his teeth: "Demolish it!"
Mo Ye looked down upon this little fuss, and he didn't ask about it at first.
He suddenly found that he and Tu Ling had a bit of a mutual affinity. Ah, they were like-minded. They both liked to move good things to their homes. He didn't have the ability to dismantle formations before, but now that Tu Ling was his helper, he didn't do much dismantling. Digging three feet into the ground?
Tu Kun's approach was more ruthless than digging three feet into the ground. He turned invisible and dust flew up wherever he passed, digging several feet into the ground.
The pillars were dismantled one by one into piles of materials, most of which were clumsy jade and spiritual jade that were not completely consumed, as well as other inlaid crystals, metal materials, etc. Even the metal lines tracing the runes were destroyed. The spirit is extracted by burning and melting the earth with real fire.
Tukun built caves very quickly, and demolished them without hesitation.
Like a comb or a grate, it's a mess.
Zhang Wenfeng was eating dust in the back and was responsible for collecting materials. In order to free up the storage space, he threw out all the dry food, water tanks, tables and chairs and other items accumulated in the space. He picked up the important materials and put them into the storage space. In two quarters of an hour, the two treasures were filled to the brim.
There are piles of materials on the ground, as many as bricks and stones, placed randomly.
Tu Kun spent more than an hour dismantling the entire secret room.
It had been a long time since he had been so active and felt so comfortable. He found several fifth-level materials here. Although his spiritual energy was lost, they were still rare treasures. The small bag given to him by the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch was also full. .
"Please run more often, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are."
"Yes, it can't be wasted."
The two hit it off immediately, cherished each other, and their relationship became somewhat closer and more harmonious.
After cleaning up the dust on his body, Zhang Wenfeng used the Magic Wood Bead to open the unopened door on the wall. The two stepped out with leisurely expressions as if nothing had happened. Under the warm invitation of the little fox demon waiting at the foot of the mountain, the group went to White Fox again. Fort as a guest.
Xin Yue interrupted her practice and came out of her residence in the back mountain to entertain the guests invited by her sister.
He greeted Tu Kun, teased Guanzhu Zhang for being a rare guest that he couldn't even invite, said hello to the donkey, and touched the boy's bun on the little demon's head. He covered everything, even though it was winter, and he was wearing a pair of nondescript hemp straw sandals.
There are many products on the hills around White Fox Castle. The little fox demon brought out various kinds of preserved fruits, tea snacks, honey and fruit wine, and set up a table full of them.
"Above Heaven"
The donkey drank the mead and muttered that he would come often. Xin Yue had promised it that as long as it came, the wine would be enough.
It feels that it needs to give Xin Yue a chance to fulfill its promise, and it needs to be generous as a donkey.
This wine tastes unique.
In the next three days, Zhang Wenfeng, in addition to daily practice, instructing apprentices, and cultivating the spiritual plant seeds he purchased, made three more trips to White Fox Castle before emptying all the materials disassembled from the earth spirit from the secret room.
I took the second senior brother and Yue Anyan to visit Tu Ling's newly built warehouse in the back mountain. There are layers of restrictions outside, and inside there are piles of clumsy jade, spiritual jade, crystal stones, materials, etc. like a hill. There are rare treasures placed on the stone shelves on the wall. One grid after another, neat and tidy.
The second senior brother smiled so hard that his eyes were not eyes and his mouth was not his mouth.
Xianlingguan suddenly gained some knowledge of the great sect.
The feeling of having a warehouse full of materials is simply too good to be true.
He can laugh out of his dreams.
Yue Anyan quietly sent a message: "You and Mr. Tu, demolished the secret room of the witch cultivator?"
That day, Mr. Obito, the viewer, went to the White Fox Castle. After that, the viewer made several trips in a row and found this newly built warehouse. She immediately guessed the truth. She and the viewer had experienced that thrilling experience together, and the memory was too much. profound.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and nodded.
Yue Anyan sent another message: "Master Guanzhu, Uncle Lame and his friends are back from Zhangjiazhuang."
No matter how good the treasure is, it is not as important as the talent. Yang Shuilan, whom she misses so much, has a haggard face and a small face that makes her heartache. She doesn't know how many nights she has stayed awake.
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