I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The damage to the rear of the ruined hall was the least.

But there aren't many things.

It's just a soft couch gathering dust, a few desks, and a wooden pavilion.

There was nothing in the pavilion. I don't know if it was there or if it was taken away by the monks. It was quite clean.

The most special thing is the tables carved with unique patterns.

There wasn't even a trace of dirt on it.

Gong Xuan stepped forward, took one look, and said in a deep voice: "There is indeed a restriction. I don't know how many years have passed, but the restriction is still intact."

Not only the cases are well preserved, but also the objects placed on them.

An inkstone, a writing brush, and an unfinished painting.

Next to the painting, there are several jade slips.

"Miss Ning, seniors, this restriction is quite special and is a very ancient technique. We really can't break it..."

The monk who first opened his mouth to lead the group inside explained with a wry smile, "We have tried every method, but it still doesn't work."

From the Hurricane Mercenary Group, a middle-aged man with a ninth-level cultivation walked out, frowning and walking around several cases.

Then make a secret gesture with both hands, pointing in a certain direction from time to time.

A moment later.

Fang stopped and shook his head, "No, this restriction is a bit powerful. I have never seen anything like it."

"You can't do it either?" Gong Xuan and the other deputy captains showed surprised expressions at the same time.

This person is the best at restraint in the entire deserted city.

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, "If you can give me time to study for a few months, it may be possible to crack it... Or if you call the tenth-level demon to join us, we may be able to break it by force..."

But how can the tenth-level demon cooperate with them?

If you really cooperate, it's impossible for them to take a second look at the things inside.

Just now.

The monk named Wan, who wore a black mask and spoke taciturnly, also slowly stepped forward.

But he didn't wait for any action.

Ning Ruan took off the sword case behind him and threw it in the direction of several cases.

"Miss Ning, this is an ancient restriction, you little..."

Gong Xuan subconsciously exclaimed, but the word "be careful" has not yet been uttered.

There was a 'bang' sound in everyone's ears——

The ban... is broken? ! ! !

"Miss Ning...this..."

Not just Gong Xuan, almost everyone present was stunned by the scene in front of them.

That sword box...can actually break the ancient restrictions for the first time?

While everyone is still in a daze.

Ning Ruan didn't hesitate, stepped forward, took a jade slip, and threw it towards Yun Bufan: "Take a look first."

Yun Bufan was stunned: "Miss Ning, this thing may be an ancient skill, but you should do it first..."

"I don't know how long this thing has been there. What if someone tampered with it and I was attacked as soon as I opened it?" Ning Ruan said confidently.

This kind of thing must be left to the prisoners.

Yun Bufan:...

Okay, I'm not afraid, right?

Taking a deep breath, Yun Bufan tremblingly put his consciousness into the jade slip.

After a while.

He successfully recovered his consciousness.

Facing Ning Ruan and the slightly expectant eyes of the Western Zhou monks after they recovered, he swallowed with a slightly strange look on his face:

"This thing seems to be something related to spirituality, but..."

Yun Bufan didn't know what to say.

The inspiration recorded above seemed a little different from what he knew.

For example, the sentence, 'A clever idea is powerful,' was a bit difficult for him to understand.

But in this situation, there was no time for him to continue to look back...

As soon as Ning Ruan heard the 'inspiration', he immediately lost interest.

But when I was about to give up.

Suddenly, the elder brother's amiable and gentle face like a loving father appeared in his mind.

Ning Ruan: "..."

That's it.

Just keep it.

That’s all my hobby is...

"Look at the other jade slips."

Ning Ruan pointed casually.

Yun Bufan almost vomited blood:...

The life of the prisoner is not life, right?

Ning Ruan held the jade slip that recorded the inspiration and tilted her head to look at the people in the Western Zhou Dynasty. "I want this thing. If you have any opinions..."

"No objection, just take it if Miss Ning likes it."

"Yes, I don't have any objection either. The idea is just useless to me."

"……I agree."

"..."

They had an idea, but it was useless.

Who has time to study this?

Of course, this could also be directed and acted by the bad old man and the little girl from the Western Region opposite.

But who allowed others to break the ban?

Coupled with the support of the Nine Realms experts.

They don't even have the position or strength to question...

**

soon.

Yun Bufan also checked all the jade slips one by one, and gave the first reply, "It's all about inspiration."

Ning Ruan said "Oh" and naturally collected all the jade slips.

Honestly.

She didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Without the jade slips, all the monks in the Western Zhou Dynasty dispersed.

In the entire case, only the jade slips may have some value.

As for everything else, they are all mortal things.

Just now.

Han Ze stepped forward.

He reached for the unfinished painting.

"Sister Ning, can you give me this?"

Ning Ruan:? ? ?

Is the protagonist's halo turning on the treasure identification function?

No matter how you look at it, isn't it just an ordinary painting that is ugly and unfinished?