Zhou Yang patted the storage bag, and two ancient luminous stones appeared in his hand. Circles of light spread around, and his eyes followed the halo and looked in all directions.
The next moment, his eyes widened and his mouth opened unconsciously.
"W-Wujin! This is black iron, gold crystal ore! And phoenix, phoenix tree!"
Wherever he looked, Zhou Yang saw high-grade materials for refining magic weapons.
These materials were scattered on the ground in a messy manner, with gold crystal ore and black iron being the most common, followed by black gold and phoenix wood, covering a large area.
Not only that, Zhou Yang also discovered that underneath the gold crystal mines, there was a faint flicker of light, sometimes disappearing.
"No wonder it glows brightly. It turns out there are good things down there!"
Zhou Yang, who was stunned by happiness, took a long time to regain his composure, and ran towards the pile of treasures in three steps and two steps at a time. He kept running, grinning widely, and kept sending things on the ground to his arms. Any pain in the butt or waist has long been forgotten.
But there were too many things. I hugged this thing but didn’t want to let go of that one. For a while, I became like a bear breaking sticks, picking up one thing and throwing another away.
After playing with it happily for a while, Zhou Yang pushed the gold crystal ore away. The originally dark space suddenly lit up, and an even more terrifying air of extreme cold hit his face, freezing Zhou Yang to the point of trembling.
"This is ten-thousand-year black ice! No, the quality is much better than ten-thousand-year black ice. These are more crystal clear, flawless, and much harder than before. Could it be that this is ten-thousand-year-old black ice? It’s getting bigger, it’s getting bigger!”
It turns out that underneath the gold crystal mine are pieces of black ice that are more than ten thousand years old. Thousands of years old black ice of excellent quality!
Although the quantity is not large, if it is more than ten thousand years old, or even reaches a Yuanhui Xuanbing, then all other treasures put together will not be as valuable as these things.
The general name of Yuanhui and Yuanhehui is a way of chronology passed down from ancient times.
One yuan is equal to 10,800 years, and one yuan is equal to 12 hui, which is 129,600 years. It is customarily called Yuanhui.
Under Yuanhui there are luck and armor. One meeting is equal to thirty lucks, which is equal to one hundred and eighty armors. Therefore, one luck is three hundred and sixty years, and one armor is sixty years.
Not to mention a Yuanhui, even if these Xuanbing reached half a Yuanhui, their value would be inestimable.
However, judging from the color and hardness of these black ices, they should have reached Yuanhui's standards.
At this time, with so many bright lights of black ice appearing, Zhou Yang looked around and observed the terrain.
This is another vast space with no end as far as the eye can see.
Of course, you can't see very far with this light alone, but Zhou Yang's spiritual consciousness can detect at least a hundred feet away. Wherever his spiritual consciousness goes, it is still pitch black, which proves that this space is not small.
"In such a large space, wouldn't it be a random landing? Could it be that I was so lucky that I fell into the treasure pile at random?" Zhou Yang calmed down, shook his head that was overwhelmed by ecstasy, and began to think about this problem.
"Whatever, let's collect the treasure first." Where is this place, can I get out, etc. I have to think about these issues, but collecting the treasure is the most important thing.
Zhou Yang's intermediate storage bag has a lot of space, so it is easy to put away these treasures.
Anyway, he had enough time, so he was not in a hurry. He admired each piece of treasure first before putting it into the storage bag, so it took him more than half an hour to collect a large piece of stuff.
He couldn't figure out how much these treasures were worth, but they had grown in size anyway. Compared with this, the trophies in his dozen or so storage bags were nothing more than a pile of rubbish.
"It's a pity that there is no magic grass or medicine." After collecting the treasures, Zhou Yang shook his head slightly, seeming dissatisfied.
In this situation, if anyone knew about his actions, he would be slapped away.
"This, this is..." Zhou Yang searched for a while and was suddenly startled by something on the ground.
In the shadows not far from these treasures, there were two corpses!
The clothes of the two corpses had long been torn, and their bodies had disappeared. Only two pairs of white skeletons were left. It was unknown how many years ago they were cultivators.
Zhou Yang slowly approached it holding the luminous stone, and then looked at it carefully.
Different from the previous corpses in the Xuanbing Fantasy Array, these two skeletons showed no traces of corrosion. The bones were as tough as iron and their luster remained. This proved that their cultivation level was much higher than the previous ones.
"This is the skeleton of a golden elixir master!" Comparing it with the golden elixir level corpse in his storage bag, Zhou Yang quickly made a judgment.
"Could these treasures belong to these two people? How did they get to this dark space? Did they fall down like him, and after a fierce fight, they both died tragically?" Questions emerged in Zhou Yang's mind.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, just get the treasure anyway." Zhou Yang shook his head and kept talking, even the bones of the two golden elixir masters were put into the storage bag. They were completely eaten and wiped, leaving no trace. .
After recovering from meditation for a while, Zhou Yang carefully recalled what happened before.
He remembered that before his consciousness was frozen, a piece of text had entered his mind. However, the laborious recall at this time felt very fuzzy.
In addition, he didn't recognize those words at all, so after thinking hard for a long time, he could only remember a few lines. Of course, all I remember is the appearance.
"It's ancient writing again. It's really troublesome. It seems that I have to focus on practicing it in the future, otherwise I won't be able to recognize it even if it's a treasure. Wouldn't it be a big pity!"
Even when he came up with this line of text, Zhou Yang's head was filled with pain, which scared him to stop thinking in a hurry, for fear that the old disease would relapse.
In this unknown space, if there is a problem with the divine consciousness, it will be fatal.
After recovering for a while, Zhou Yang held the ancient luminous stone, pointed in a direction, and stepped forward.
After half a cup of tea, Zhou Yang dodged in shock, but something fell heavily, almost hitting him.
Zhou Yang held the luminous stone high, turned his head to look, and couldn't help shouting: "Cui Kai!"
The person who fell down was none other than Cui Kai, who was covered in blood.
At this time, Cui Kai's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, his breath was as thin as a thread, and he was motionless.
Zhou Yang was shocked, he was a master of Tianyuan, why did he fall so miserably?
At this time, he didn't care about thinking about this. Zhou Yang hurriedly took out several pills and put them into Cui Kai's mouth. Then he pressed his Tianling Cap with his hand and input the pure spiritual power from Baihui Point into his body. .
After a full stick of incense passed, Cui Kai's face showed a trace of blood, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then passed out again.
Zhou Yang let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his life was saved.
It was also considered that he was very lucky. If he hadn't happened upon him by chance, and if he hadn't had the Qi-Building Pill and other ancient elixirs, he would have had no chance of surviving.
Cui Kai was so seriously injured that Zhou Yang naturally could no longer explore the way forward, so he sat cross-legged next to him and closed his eyes to practice.
In other places in this dark space, many people fell down. Those who were physically strong or had higher cultivation levels were just seriously injured. But his strength is not high and his physical body is average, so he can only blame himself for his bad luck.
After three days and three nights, Cui Kai slowly opened his eyes and murmured: "Is this hell? Am I dead?"
"Are you awake?" Zhou Yang, who was in trance, was awakened by Cui Kai's weak voice and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
If you can't get out of the boundless black ice formation, it won't be the same as hell.
"Yes, welcome to Abi Hell!" Zhou Yang said leisurely. But he regretted it as soon as he said it. This kid was so seriously injured, why were you teasing him?
"You, are you a ghost judge?" Such a penetrating voice came from the darkness, and Cui Kai was indeed frightened.
"What a punishment for you!" Zhou Yang couldn't help but cursed as he shook the luminous stone.
"You, you!" Cui Kai was dazzled by the bright light, and his eyes closed involuntarily again. After a moment, he opened them again. The face in front of him turned out to be very familiar.
"Oh, it's me, you're seriously injured!" Zhou Yang shook his head.
"Team, captain! Is it really you?"
"It's me, how do you feel?"
"I can't die. Captain, you saved my life again!"
"Yes, you owe me two lives. How are you going to repay me?" Zhou Yang teased.
"I will repay you with death, and I will follow you forever!" Who would have thought that Cui Kai would take it seriously, saying weakly but solemnly.
"Okay, I finally saved you, but don't die again. By the way, don't talk, rest first, heal your injuries before talking about anything else." Zhou Yang also saw Cui Kai's sincerity, but he changed the subject. .
"Okay. Captain, do you still have some wine?"
"Yes, want a drink?"
"Drink some."
"Open your mouth!" Zhou Yang took out a bottle of wine, lifted Cui Kai's head up, and gave him a big sip.
"Oh...I feel much more comfortable. Thank you, captain."
"Would you like something to eat?"
"I don't want to eat it yet, let's have another bite."
It wasn't until he finished the bottle of wine that Cui Kai closed his eyes comfortably again.
"Your bones are broken in more than a dozen places, and your internal organs are also seriously injured. You will have to recover for a while. When you get better, I will set your bones."
"Captain, I'm so kind, I..."
"Okay, okay, you and I, brothers, don't talk about this, just take good care of yourself." Zhou Yang quickly stopped Cui Kai.
"Don't say it, don't say it anymore." Although Zhou Yanghun didn't care, Cui Kai was secretly determined. As long as the captain gave the order, no matter it was a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, or an abyss, he would never look back, move forward indomitably, and follow him to the death.
His life belongs to Zhou Yang.
Half a month later, under Zhou Yang's careful care, Cui Kai could stand and walk.
A month later, Cui Kai basically recovered.
In this month, Zhou Yang's Five Elements Seeds have become stronger and stronger, and he can use more mana. However, he cannot rely on these mana to fully perform Taoist magic, and can only assist in attacks.
Even so, the power of Taoism and magic weapons has increased a lot.
Zhou Yang also focused on trying to figure out the previous Mysterious Ice Formation. After a month, he finally realized something.
He believed that his previous speculation was correct. There was no sun and moon in the illusory formation, and there were no cultivators. The sun and the moon cannot coexist, so there is only the sun or the moon, plus the cultivator.
However, it will not be so easy to break the formation. Although he is still in the introductory stage of the formation, he still understands some of the mysteries of the formation.
