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Chapter 87 Treasure Mouse

Treasure hunting rats have an unusual sense of smell for spiritual objects. As long as the spiritual objects are within the sensing range, they cannot escape their search. Since they advanced from ordinary animals to become spiritual beasts, this treasure hunting rat has been idle in the Spirit Beast Garden. Before coming to the Million Demon Mountain, Mo Wentian specially brought it with him to seize the opportunity in treasure hunting.

At present, the treasure hunter has advanced to a second-level spirit beast. The range of sensing is very wide. It sniffs on the ground, and it seems to have some sensing. It turns along the corner of the wall to the passage, bypassing several cabins containing weapons, porcelain, and armor, and suddenly drills into a cabin along the crack of the door. This cabin exudes a disgusting smell of rottenness, and the cabin door has been broken by someone with magic. It seems that some monks have already come here.

Listening outside the door for a long time, he was sure there was no danger. Mo Wentian walked into the cabin, but the scene in front of him surprised him. He saw that wooden boxes were piled up like mountains in the palace-like cabin, and each was half a foot square. Some of them were already rotten. The goods inside fell out and broke on the ground. They were actually pots filled with human heads. On the way through, there were many such broken pots buried in the desert.

Under the box that was scattered, the corpse of a monk was sniffing lightly in the monk's hand. Mo Wentianxun looked over and immediately found that the monk had a spiritual medicine on his hand, which was actually a earth spirit grass. He was excited, but at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes flashed with a look of horror. The monk's death was extremely strange. His face was hideous and terrifying. There was a blood hole on the skull, and it was empty inside. It seemed that something had sucked away from the brain marrow?

"What kind of monster is this? It actually ingests the brain?" Mo Wentian was shocked, and he felt a little alert in his heart. He walked forward slowly, took a breath of cold air, took off the earth spirit grass and the monk's storage bag, and then put it away after checking it with his mind.

This cultivator has a low cultivation level, and is also a disciple of a small sect in Qinghe County. Apart from a single earth spirit herb, it is very shabby. There are only twelve low-grade spirit stones in the storage bag, and there are no other spiritual elixirs and other spiritual medicines.

It seemed that the entire giant ship was mainly to transport the human-headed pot. Mo Wentian passed by several cabins in a row, and there were mountainous wooden boxes inside, which emitted a stench of rotten corpses. It was obviously a human-headed pot.

Following the treasure hunter, he came to a palace-like cabin, which seemed to be a place to discuss matters. It was well preserved, and the carved railings and painted buildings were vaguely visible, which was very magnificent.

On the golden silk carpet in the cabin, three monks' bodies were quietly lying, all of which were extremely miserable. The skull was covered with a small hole, and the brain marrow inside was sucked away, and the waist was empty. It was obvious that someone took the lead and took away their storage bags.

Along the wall, a huge sandalwood screen stood with six huge paintings carved on it. Although the lines were rough, they were simple and powerful. The six paintings were visited one by one. The pictures were carved with powerful carvings. The elixir paint on it was like blood, which stated a bloody thing. Mo Wentian was puzzled on the road. He immediately figured out why a huge head could be put in a clay pot with a diameter of only the thickness of an adult's neck?

In the first painting, there are many young children, with a huge clay pot on their little heads. When eating, they hold the food in their hands and stuff it into their mouths.

There are many teenagers in the second painting, because they are covered with clay pots above their necks, and they are unable to see things. They are tied to thick ropes like grasshoppers in thread. At the front of each rope, there is a soldier wearing a sharp edge, leading them to walk with the rope.

In the third painting, there are many young people, all naked, with their heads still wrapped in pottery jars. In each of them, there is a naked girl sitting in their arms, as if they are thriving.

In the fourth painting, there are many adults who are kneeling neatly on the ground, lying on the ground, and putting their heads in the clay pot into the side knife. There is a vicious hand next to each side knife. It seems that with a command, the heads of these people will move and be sealed in the clay pot forever.

The fifth painting carved many nobles in brocade clothes and clothes. They ordered the guards to place hundreds of pottery jars on the altar, and then knelt on the ground, praying to the sky, and seemed to be worshiping something?

The sixth painting is extremely strange. There is no one on it, only a mountain of clay pots. Many clay pots have a blood hole on the top. The skulls stored inside are cracked, and the heads are empty, with no brain marrow. It seems that there is a monster lurking on the clay pot.

When he saw the last painting, a chill rose inexplicably in his heart. The four monks who died in front were vividly remembered. How similar was their deaths? Could it be that the monsters sacrificed by ancient humans not only survived to this day, but also lurked in the giant ship.

As soon as this thought came, he was frightened. At this time, the treasure hunting rat squeaked. He saw it go around the screen and walk straight along the wall. Suddenly, there was an underground passage not far ahead, which was very secret. If it weren't for the treasure hunting rat leading the way, it would be very difficult for anyone to discover it.

Following the treasure hunting rat, Mo Wentian walked down the wooden steps, and his eyes were suddenly cheerful. Unexpectedly, there was another layer below. The cabins looked more delicate and orderly, and the items stored were more expensive. Some cabins stored mountains of gold and silver jewelry; some cabins stored rotten silk and satin; some cabins stored mottled and defective glass objects; they were all items without spiritual energy. The treasure hunting rats turned a blind eye, but just sniffed along the corner of the wall, and suddenly turned around in front and entered a cabin.

There are dozens of sandalwood boxes in this cabin, which are placed in a mess. It seems that several monks have searched this place. More than a dozen boxes have been smashed open, with low-level spiritual medicines inside. However, because they have been stored for too long, they have lost their medicinal properties and have become worthless. The patience of those monks is obviously not very good. They just hurriedly smashed some of the wooden boxes and were in a hurry to leave the place and go to other places to search for treasures.

The treasure hunter sniffed around the ground, and suddenly squeaked around a well-preserved wooden box, which obviously contained spiritual objects.

Mo Wentian was delighted and used the wind blade technique to split the wooden box. Suddenly a ray of light overflowed. Unexpectedly, it would be a half-foot-square jade box with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, with a stream of light and dazzling light.

At first glance, I knew it was a treasure. I was delighted and quickly used insight to check it out.

The elixir is stored in the elixir. Not only will the spiritual energy be lost, but the medicinal properties will become more and more pure as time goes by.

What? There is such a treasure? Mo Wentian was shocked. He held the elixir box in his hand in a daze. Suddenly, he had a thought. If the elixir was stored in the jade box, how pure the medicinal properties would become with tens of thousands of years of nourishment?

Speaking of this thought, he was about to open the jade box when suddenly a warning suddenly appeared in his heart. He suddenly saw a figure on the ground swaying and subconsciously fell to the ground. A wind emanated from his head. A light blade passed by, and a few strands of long hair fell down. Half of his head seemed to be frozen and was rolling on the ground. The light blade swirled back in the distance, like a sharp light in the darkness, silently breaking through the sky, very sharp.

"Cold Light Blade?" Mo Wentian was shocked and obviously recognized this object. In the midst of lightning, he mustered up Yu Yong, slapped the ground and completed the casting in an instant. The ground roared and the water wall gushed out. At the same time, Mo Wentian used a third-level freezing technique talisman. When the cold light blade flew, the water wall turned into an ice wall, and the water curtain was generated on it. The water wall magic and the freezing technique talisman combined each other and turned into a pseudo-magic magic spell ice wall water curtain.

Even so, it could not withstand the power of the lower-grade magic weapon. The cold light blade hit the above with the momentum of slashing gold and slashing stones, and the ice wall and water curtain collapsed like a destruction.

After one blow, the Cold Light Blade cast slightly less. Mo Wentian had already expected this. With a slap in the storage bag, a third-level golden light shield talisman flew out. In an instant, it turned into a dazzling golden shield that blocked the front. At almost the same time, the Cold Light Blade slashed on it. The Light Shield was immediately dim and was actually dispersed by a blow.

However, it was not without effect. The cold light blade was hit by the golden light shield and flew away. Although it was separated from Mo Wentian's vital parts, it still did not leave his body. The air conditioning in front of him was so cold that the cold light was coming suddenly. Mo Wentian suddenly shone brightly, as if it was covered with a thick layer of rock armor. The cold light blade slashed on it, and the gravel cracked, but it did not pierce into the skin.
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