Qingcheng, who was beside him, couldn't help but look at him, but his eyes were charming and charming.

"So, brother, those gods and Buddhas who sent you and me out are to retain the last trace of fire for the entire human race. The hope of killing the Lord of the Source Tianchi will fall on us."

Chu Yu nodded: "Do you have a clue?"

"Of course!" Xuan Wei nodded confidently, then looked at Chu Yu: "Look at life and death indifferently, do it if you don't accept it!"

Chu Yu: "..."

"No more nonsense, come on, I'll show you some things." Xuan Wei stood up, walked towards the wall in the east, reached out and pressed it gently, and then there seemed to be a turning door, which was pushed open directly.

It exposed a smaller room inside, less than ten square meters.

But there was a jade rack inside, with seven or eight magic tools displayed on it.

There is a yellow gourd next to the Vajra Carving, a purple gold gourd. There is an exquisite little flying knife on the mouth of the gourd, and there are three bird feathers next to it. The feathers look gray and ordinary.

In addition, there are several magic weapons, such as a tower-shaped whip and an ancient scroll, which seem to be an ancient picture.

There is also a dragon-shaped crutch, curved and erect on the jade frame, which is extremely vivid. At first glance, I really think it is a dry dragon posing there.

Finally, in the corner, there was a black bead. Although there was no dust in this place, the bead gave people a dull feeling.

"These..." Chu Yu's eyes showed shock.

Except for the dragon-shaped crutch and the black bead, the others should be able to correspond to the myth.

In theory, Chu Yu had seen too many mythical people, but these magical tools in front of him still gave him a strong shock.
Chapter completed!