"ah!"
The liquid dripping from the pot of creation turned into a spirit when the object touched it. Then he screamed and died suddenly. Su Yan was stunned. He glanced at the womb-shaped pot body in his hand, and then looked at the dripping dirty blood. .
"Can you take it back?"
Su Yan looked at the Good Fortune Pot in his hand, but the Good Fortune Pot was as silent as a dead thing. Seeing this, Su Yan put the Good Fortune Pot back on the display stand and bowed tentatively.
"Click"
The lid of the pot of creation opened automatically, and a targeted attraction burst out, sucking back the dirty blood.
"You should have a weapon spirit, right?" Su Yan looked at the Pot of Creation with suspicion, but the Pot of Creation didn't respond to Su Yan at all and remained silent.
"That's all."
Su Yan didn't feel dissatisfied when he saw the Creation Pot was silent. He just picked it up again and slowly floated it outside the hall.
The Pot of Creation obviously has some powerful supernatural powers. As for the specific effects, facing the Pot of Creation that remained completely silent, Su Yan felt that it might need to be enlightened by Senior Nu Nu.
But getting the Pot of Creation was definitely a good thing for Su Yan. He had not forgotten about mixing the eye drops in the Ten Thousand Immortals Banquet.
Hunyi is the sect leader of the Daosheng family. The Daosheng family is a demon sect that has completely transformed into the demon god of chaos. In the fairy world, their disciples are regarded as monsters and monsters, and are far more evil and sinister than the Daoyu family.
Su Yan felt that even if the Fortune Pot couldn't restrain the Daosheng family's Hunyi, it could still cause mental harm to them.
The Pot of Creation can be said to be Hunyi's birthplace. Now that his birthplace is carried by him, it is very strange that Hunyi can still remain calm and calm.
Su Yan walked out of the room and came to the hall at the bottom of Yinglong's treasure house. Holding a pot, he squatted under the crystal chandelier and looked at the doors.
There are many treasures in Yinglong's treasury, but most of the treasures are souvenirs that bear witness to history. All of them are treasures specially selected for the users. There is no universality, and they are all highly targeted treasures.
After everyone arrived at the bottom floor of Yinglong Treasure House, they began to explore inside. Su Yan casually entered any of the corridors around the hall. The walls inside recorded the history of the birth of the human race until they reached the magnificent cabin at the end of the corridor. Su Yan See the pot of creation.
Su Yan stood still in the hall for a while, then looked at a corridor again and continued to explore inside. The murals on the walls on both sides of the corridor were painted with a Holy Spirit that Su Yan was very familiar with. It was Duke Dong!
Both the East Prince and the West Queen are on the mural, but the East Prince appears as a male Taoist. The indifferent East Prince manifests the sun behind his back, holding a black sword and looking at a place of chaos. The West Queen looks towards him with a smile on her face. The demon gods in the sky gradually manifested themselves into men with horns and leopard prints all over their bodies.
Obviously, the mural records the family history of the Queen Mother of the West and the Prince of the East. They were slashed and killed along the way to completely transform their reputation as evil gods into lucky gods.
In the end, the Queen Mother of the West and the Prince of the East proclaimed themselves emperors.
Su Yan's cheek twitched slightly and he looked inside the magnificent hut. As expected, there were no treasures inside, only a temple with the head of a beast.
Witnessing the history of the Queen Mother of the West and the Prince of the East, there were no shocking treasures or tyrannical treasures. All they had was a tower hundreds of meters high, made of the remains and broken corpses of the defeated. The beings piled inside had the lowest level of cultivation. They were all in the realm of gods and humans, and Su Yan didn't dare to count the number of holy spirits inside.
"I seem to understand why Senior Zhuyin described the ancestor's treasure house as a garbage dump." Su Yan looked at the demon corpses in front of him that had obviously been shrunk and neatly stacked. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he opened the universe to collect them all.
The Queen Mother of the West has no weapons, and the Prince of the East only has a long black sword in his hand. Obviously, if Yinglong wants to record the historical moment when the two emperors became emperors, he can't get anything from the Queen Mother of the West and the Prince of the East. He can only get the demon gods in the sky. Corpses can be used as witnesses to history.
In fact, Su Yan was wrong here. When the Queen Mother of the West and the Duke of the East faced Yinglong's appeal, they both knew about Yinglong's collecting habit, and they were acquaintances, so they actually gave them things to bear witness to.
However, those two items were not spiritual objects. Yinglong placed them on the top of the Jingguan to suppress the corpses of demons and gods in the sky, so Su Yan naturally ignored them.
One is the medicine gourd used by the Queen Mother of the West, where elixirs were once placed, and the other is an iron tool once used by the Prince of the East. Although it is not too precious, these are Yinglong's efforts!
If she saw her descendants devouring their treasure house like this, her ancestors would probably faint to death. Therefore, Ying Long didn't bother to look at it at all, and gave the key directly to Su Yan, letting them do whatever they wanted. Get it inside.
As the saying goes, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. After giving the key to Su Yan, Yinglong was able to avoid seeing scenes that made him suffocate.
Su Yan held the pot of creation with a melancholy expression on his face, walked out of the corridor, and returned to the hall. He was going to choose an unmanned corridor and continue to run in to hunt for treasures and feel the depth of the ancestral treasure house.
I have to say that relics, mausoleums, and inheritance sites are not as reliable as the treasure house of my ancestor.
There are no traps or routines here, and there are no unknown objects chasing him to chop down. At present, all Su Yan can feel is the care and kindness of the ancestors towards his descendants.
Su Yan loved the ancestor so much that he said from the bottom of his heart: Yinglong’s mother is reliable and steady, I love her!
"Tap tap tap——"
Just when Su Yan relaxed his thoughts and tried to choose an unmanned corridor with the help of luck, a burst of footsteps interrupted Su Yan's meditation. The figure of Father Long slowly walked out of the corridor, his clothes were ragged, and there were still stains on his cheeks. With a purple mark that cannot be erased.
Seeing this scene, Su Yan was slightly startled and looked at his father who had lost his bearings with a puzzled expression.
In Su Yan's memory, Father Long always had a cold and elegant face, with a sense of nobility. He was calm and collected at all times. When he was in the world of cultivation, his cultivation was always sufficient, even when he came to the fairy world. Seeing him kill Xuantong All Souls Holy Mother, he asked Father Long how his cultivation level was, but he just said lightly that it was enough.
It doesn’t look like it’s enough now, does it?
Father Long looked at Su Yan, was silent for a while, and then explained: "The elixir turned into essence. I spent a lot of time to subdue it and fell into my belly."
As soon as Father Long finished speaking, a small-scale landslide occurred in the corridor that had lost the support of Father Long's spiritual thoughts.
"Father."
"Um?"
"When the ancestor came to us in his dream, Qian warned her not to damage the treasure house. She loves this place very much. She arranged and painted everything here personally. You are messing with the treasure house of the ancestor like this."
Father Long's face changed slightly, then he turned around and walked back into the corridor to use the method of controlling objects with his spiritual mind, repairing the cave-in, and using the power of freezing to glue all the scattered mural bricks back together.
"I can still imagine the scene. The ancestor's face was suffocated, and he had the expression of collapse and pain like a girl screaming." Su Yan complained.
(End of chapter)
