Fu Siyuan's face looked even weirder at this time. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, then looked at the nurse and said, "Eleven, that Lei Yuan ran away."
Ran? !
Fu Shiyi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
This Lei Yuan...seems to be timid too.
After the thunder source disappeared, Fu Shiyi and the others reached the ground. When they approached the Thunder Bamboo, no thunder whip appeared. As expected, the two Thunder Bamboo sticks standing on the mound were not noticed until they approached. The three-foot-long bamboo turned out to be a fourth-level spiritual object.
Fu Shiyi knelt down and examined it carefully for a while. He found that in addition to lightning flashing from time to time on the surface of the bamboo, there seemed to be complex runes inside:
"Brother Siyuan, what kind of spiritual thing is this bamboo?"
Fu Shiyi couldn't remember any records of similar spiritual objects.
Fu Siyuan on the side was a little excited. He said excitedly: "It is surrounded by thunder and lightning, contains runes, and has golden leaves. This is a fourth-level spiritual object, the Thunder Bamboo!"
The Heavenly Thunder Bamboo only grows a small section every one thousand years, and it matures once every four thousand years. Even ten thousand years ago, it was a marketable and priceless rarity.
Fu Shiyi was overjoyed:
"Brother Siyuan, according to what you said, Thunder Bamboo has grown three sections today, which means it is three thousand years old?!"
Fu Siyuan nodded, but there was a look of regret on his face. After all, it will take a thousand years before these two Heavenly Thunder Bamboo trees mature, and this Heavenly Thunder Bamboo does not feed on spiritual energy, but draws out the power of Heavenly Thunder. Supplement energy for growth. Without this place, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue growing.
If Thunder Bamboo is already mature today.
Then he can use it to refine the natal magic weapon for the elixir formation period.
Fu Shiyi didn't think so much. Although it was not yet mature, it could still be cultivated if it was sealed with a secret method. She could still continue cultivation when it found a land in the future. She smiled and said to Fu Siyuan:
"Brother Siyuan, I don't know when this thunder source will come back. We'd better collect this thunder bamboo as soon as possible."
........
On the hillside less than a kilometer away from Fu Shiyi and the other two.
Fu Zhihong stood alone on the top of the slope, holding a piece of brown paper that was about to rot, and muttered to himself: "That's not right. The message left by the sixth-generation clan leader clearly said that this is a fifth-level cave heaven paradise. Why? Will he have no spiritual energy at all?"
Fu Zhihong carefully put the kraft paper back into the wooden box.
If the sixth generation head of the family left a wrong last words.
Did the place he was going to next also disappear, or had the treasures inside been taken away?
Think of this.
Fu Zhihong couldn't help but become a little anxious. He raised his flying sword and quickly galloped away due north according to the direction of the brown paper just now.
When he took over the position of clan leader.
Then he learned that in this secret realm, the ancestors of the Fu family had stored a very precious thing, which could not be taken except the clan leader's token. He had been guarding this secret for decades.
The treasure will be available soon.
He doesn't allow any mistakes.
Fu Zhihong kept flying north with his sword. When a sycamore forest appeared in front of him, the worry on his face immediately turned into joy.
The whole secret place.
The rest of the place was very different from what the sixth-generation head of the family described, but the sycamore forest where the treasure was hidden did not disappear. Fu Zhihong controlled the flying sword and landed steadily on the ground.
The sycamore forest stretches for nearly a hundred miles.
But there was neither the chirping of insects or birds, nor the rampant monsters inside. It was quiet, and even the strong wind blew, and the sycamore leaves did not sway.
Fu Zhihong couldn't help but feel vigilant.
He was afraid that something would change if it was too late.
With a flick of his hand, a token engraved with a phoenix appeared in his hand. This token was a fourth-level magic weapon. He was seen muttering words in his mouth, and streams of true energy poured into the magic weapon.
Fu Zhihong has been building the foundation for many years.
Now that he has reached the third level of foundation building, it is a bit difficult to activate the magic weapon that can operate freely in the elixir formation stage. Eighty percent of the true energy in his body is poured into it.
Only then did the token react.
I saw it floating in the air, and a layer of five-color spiritual light suddenly shot out.
Fu Zhihong wanted to control this five-color aura, but found that this token magic weapon was not something he could control with his current cultivation level.
"Boom!"
Wherever the five-color aura passed, all the unmoving sycamore trees were broken in half, and the ones that were closer were immediately crushed into powder. The power of the magic weapon made Fu Zhihong immediately stunned!
Fu Zhihong was horrified as he looked at the sycamore forest that suddenly turned pale.
Although his face turned pale due to the consumption of his true energy, his eyes flashed with joy. This was the first time he had seen the power of the patriarch's token.
Fu Zhihong's excitement only flashed away.
The message left by the sixth-generation clan leader asked him to activate the token to notify the person in charge of the treasure, but he destroyed the entire sycamore forest, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.
Just when he didn't know whether to move forward or wait in place, a slight sound of wind sounded, and then, as if time had reversed, the originally broken sycamore trees returned to the same state from being devastated in just a breath.
"this........."
Fu Zhihong swallowed nervously.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was just a dream.
There must be a great monk hidden in this sycamore forest.
Fu Zhihong cupped his hands and said humbly:
"Senior, this junior was ordered to come and take things from the clan. It was an unintentional mistake just now. Please punish me, senior." Junior.........
"Bang!"
Before Fu Zhihong could finish his words, his figure was like a sandbag and was knocked to the ground by an invisible force. "Poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out directly from his mouth.
Fu Zhihong's expression changed.
From being beaten to falling down.
He couldn't sense the other party's breath at all. This shows how unfathomable the other party's cultivation level is.
"snort!"
A cold voice floated in the air.
Then a wooden box fell next to Fu Zhihong out of thin air.
Fu Zhihong's eyes lit up. He ignored the pain in his body and followed the instructions left by the sixth-generation patriarch. He muttered words and hit the wooden box with a stream of spiritual power.
Suddenly, a bright five-color light was reflected from inside.
In the bottle inside the wooden box, there was a round drop of blood. There seemed to be a virtual phoenix lying in the blood.
First glance.
Fu Zhihong felt a sense of closeness, and his face lit up:
"It really is the true blood of the Phoenix!"
Even through the bottle seal, Fu Zhihong could sense the terrifying pressure emanating from this true blood. It was clear that the origin of this true blood was not simple.
Naturally, it is not comparable to Fu Shiyi's spiritual pet Xiao Huang.
Xiao Huang is just a branch of the ancient phoenix, a descendant that has lasted for millions of years. His bloodline has become extremely weak, otherwise he would not have been practicing for so long and he would be a third-level monster.
You must know the ancient phoenix.
He is a fifth-level monster when he is born. When he reaches adulthood, he directly reaches the seventh level. He is the true darling of heaven.
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