Lingyu First Bank

This is a method of information transmission that Wang Yuan has never been in contact with. All information is transmitted to his sea of ​​consciousness through his spiritual consciousness, but this kind of transmission is a bit like cramming. He can't understand it at all during the process. A spell called Transition.

"Senior, I have received your grace to teach the Dharma, but I still don't know your name?" Wang Yuan quickly thanked after receiving the spell.

"Go, I'm going to disappear into the void."

"Senior, you are the elder of the Tianhuang Palace, do you know why the Tianhuang Palace was abandoned?" Wang Yuan asked anxiously.

But there was no answer. Wang Yuan asked twice, but there was no more sound.

Wang Yuan raised his head, feeling lost. A life that had been trapped in this lamp for tens of thousands of years just disappeared.

Apart from being exquisitely crafted, this chandelier is not a magic weapon. Wang Yuan didn't collect it, so let's keep it here as a souvenir.

Wang Yuan realized the spell he had just received.

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Damn, this bull is big!

The teleportation technique can transfer the opponent's spiritual power attack or magic weapon attack to a designated location. With Wang Yuan's current strength, the transfer distance is three feet, which is about ten meters.

……

This spell is too good, Wang Yuan is very happy.

After communicating with Xiaobei, Wang Yuangao went out and spent 100 kill points and [-] spirit points again, and learned the teleportation technique. This powerful spell brought him an unprecedented sense of security, even though he was facing too many opponents stronger than himself Sometimes, this spell will also fail, but at least he can deal with the Golden Core cultivator.

After entering Tianhuang Palace, he killed a Golden Core, and used the 100 kill points he gained again, but Wang Yuan felt that he got a big deal.

After tidying up his mood, Wang Yuan came out of the Zhaixing Building and set off again according to Dabao's instructions.

Wang Yuan found that this building occupies a very large area, and the design is exquisite and complicated. Some places are dead ends, because of the air ban, it is impossible to fly over.The building was solid beyond imagination. With Wang Yuan's current strength, he blasted a wall seven or eight times in a row, without even breaking a single brick.

It's hard to imagine how powerful this sect used to be, an ordinary wall that even the Dzogchen Foundation Establishment monks can't shake.

Here Wang Yuan repeatedly moved forward in one direction like walking through a maze.

During this period, he also entered many rooms. I don't know whether it was too clean or searched by the predecessors. Wang Yuan didn't find anything good.

When he came to a corner, Dabao's voice came: "There is a restriction here, wait a minute."

Wang Yuan scanned with his spiritual sense, but found nothing, but he absolutely believed Dabao's words.

After waiting for a while, Wang Yuan stood in front of a huge door in a daze. This black door was ten stories high.There was a heavy coercion, and there seemed to be a thin smoke around the gate, but when I really wanted to look for it, I couldn't find it.

Looking at this extraordinary gate, Wang Yuan's eyes lit up. Looking at the grandeur, there must be good things inside.

"Dabao, let me in quickly." Wang Yuan rubbed his hands, planning to do something big.

……

a long time.

"Can't get in."

"What?" Wang Yuan was a little confused: "You said you can't get in? Isn't there a way to stand?"

"It can't be broken either, let's go to Mimizhan first, the restriction here should only be broken by Huntian."

Wang Yuan……

I've taken off my pants, can you tell me it's inconvenient?

A basin of cold water was poured down, and you brought me in just to let me see the gate?

Dabao was probably also a little ashamed and angry, and didn't say a word.

"Let's go, are you going to let me look through the gate here?" Wang Yuan was a little bit resentful.

In the next second, Wang Yuan appeared in the corner.

Wang Yuan wiped his face, there is still hope.

Misty lamp, here I come.

Wang Yuan didn't even search for the room anymore. Although there are many buildings here, for more than 1000 years, there has been a group of people every 20 years. Although some stranded people are completing certain ecological control, there are still hundreds of people leaving with treasures. So there should be nothing on the ground except very remote places, but there are no real treasures in remote places.

Of course, the gate he saw just now was an exception. Wang Yuan believed that no descendant had entered it, and there must be something good inside.

Wang Yuan flew all the way, because there was no delay in finding the treasure, he soon came to the place that Dabao said, this is a very empty place, looking around, all the places the naked eye can see are open spaces, the ground has not been treated, It's rocks and dirt.

There is a very conspicuous place in the middle of the clearing. The reason why it is so conspicuous is that there are large clouds of fog in the middle, which are very thick, and nothing can be seen inside. The area should be about three acres in size.

When Wang Yuan walked into the fog, he couldn't see his fingers, and his consciousness was compressed to less than 50 meters.

Wang Yuan came to a place according to Dabao's instructions.

"One foot ahead."

Although Wang Yuan couldn't see it with his eyes, he could "see" it with his spiritual consciousness.

In front of it is a small pool, round, only about five meters in diameter, only half a person deep, and there is no water in the pool.

A rock beside the pool has three characters: Zigui Pond.

Seeing the pond, Wang Yuan thought of Yinyang Pond and felt a little uneasy.

Although the benefits brought to Wang Yuan by the Yin Yang Pond were not small, the pain was real.

However, there was no water in Zigui Pond, which relieved Wang Yuan a lot.

In Wang Yuan's consciousness, there are six round stone slabs in the Zigui Pond, forming a circle along the Zigui Pond, each of which is only the size of a futon.

Wang Yuan was planning to enter the Zigui Pool to check, but a figure came quickly in his consciousness, without any hesitation, he went directly into the Zigui Pool, and immediately found a stone slab, and sat cross-legged.

It was the cultivator who threatened Yin Bingling.

Wang Yuan admired this man's courage, but his threatening act of disregarding the situation of the three of them made Wang Yuan feel that he was impulsive and childish, and he was cold and disliked.

This person was able to find here at this time, probably because he didn't do any search in Tianhuang Temple, it seems that the purpose is clear.

Wang Yuan also took a few steps forward and walked into Zigui Pond.

The strange thing is that there is no fog in the sub-gauge pond. Looking around, it looks like a small pond surrounded by cotton piles.

As soon as Wang Yuan entered Zigui Pond, the person who came first opened his eyes to look at him, and found that he had never seen Wang Yuan. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't make any further moves, but closed his eyes again.

Wang Yuan was not in a hurry to sit on the stone slab, the main purpose of his visit this time was to find Mimizhan.

"Dabao, where are you?"

"It's here, but the spirit of the weapon seems to be damaged, and I can't tell the specific situation. Use your spiritual sense to look for it?"

Wang Yuan summoned his consciousness and scanned Zigui Pond, and there was nothing abnormal.

Six stone slabs are good things, but nothing unusual.

Up, the limit is only 50 meters, and there is no abnormality.

Downward, the limit is only 50 meters, and the whole sub-gauge pool seems to be a whole. After a few meters down, there is only soil.

Wang Yuan's consciousness swept towards the stone slab under the monk who came first, a familiar force!

The cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Yuan, and asked uncertainly, "Are you using your divine sense to investigate?"

Wang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, he curled his lips, and did not say a word.

The monk looked at Wang Yuan for a while, as if he didn't believe his own judgment, and finally closed his eyes.

What Wang Yuan felt just now in the passage in the stone slab under that monk was divine consciousness, a kind of powerful but somewhat special divine consciousness.