"Let's go!" After his face changed several times, Yuan Mu Zhenren said, "Leave the main hall and leave the underground palace!"

Seeing Mo Tiange, Qin Xi and Jing Xingzhi looked at him, and seemed very surprised. Then he went to see the Vermilion Bird's Bow, without any intention of leaving. Yuan Mu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Several fellow Taoists, the changes in this demonic energy and monsters may be that the Demon Lord of the Ghost Square obtained a treasure. This treasure may not be as valuable as the Vermilion Bird's Bow, but to the demon cultivator, it is definitely more valuable than the Vermilion Bird's Bow! If he really increases his strength with this thing, then..."

"Two seniors, don't want the Vermilion Bird Bow?" They knew the Yuan Demon Stone Monument in the temple, probably more than Yuan Mu. After he said this, Mo Tiange understood the speculation of the two Yuan Hou monks. Such a thing happened in the underground palace, of course he wanted to leave as soon as possible, but no matter how he gave up the Vermilion Bird Bow, it was not something that Yuan Mu would do. If you miss such a spiritual magic weapon, you will have no chance, and now this opportunity is in front of you.

This sentence made Yuan Mu Zhenren's eyes flash. He did not answer positively, but said: "The changes in the underground palace are equally unsafe for the three. Since our purpose is the same now, how about the previous incidents be written off?"

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I had a big fight just now, and the water and fire were incompatible. In just a quarter of an hour, I shook hands and made peace and wrote them off. This change was too fast. However, things in the world were like this. The difference between gains and losses, the difference between enemies and friends is just interests.

However, it is unusual for Yuan Mu Zhenren to avoid answering the matter of the Vermillion Bird's bow.

Mo Tiange's eyes rolled, and when he saw Yuan Mu Zhenren's eyes falling on Ling Yunhe, he asked directly: "Senior, do you want us to agree and ask fellow Taoist Ling to take the Vermilion Bird's Bow before leaving?"

Yuan Mu Zhenren paused for a moment and replied in a deep voice: "Not bad! If you want to save your life, we must leave as soon as possible, but the Vermilion Bird Bow must not be taken away!"

"Ha!" Jing Xingzhi raised his sarcastic smile again, "What are the benefits for us to ask you to take away the Vermilion Bird Bow? You have obtained the magic weapon of spirituality and achieved your goal, and what about us?"

"You--" Yuan Mu Zhenren frowned, suddenly took something from his hand and threw it out.

Qin Xi took it and saw it, it was a ring of Qiankun.

Yuan Mu Zhenren said lightly: "This Qiankun Ring was found from the remains of an ancient cultivator in the God Transformation Period. I didn't lie to you. We took away most of the things inside, but there were some crystal jade and materials. This Qiankun Ring alone is hard to come by in the world of immortal cultivation today. Plus the things inside can be worth the entire wealth of the three of you! How can I compensate you with this thing?"

Qin Xi explored his spiritual consciousness and saw that there were hundreds of crystal jades, tens of thousands of high-level spirit stones, and some strange materials. Magic weapons and some commonly used precious objects were gone, and they should have taken them away.

He threw the Qiankun Ring to Mo Tiange and went to see Jing Xingzhi. Jing Xingzhi hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly to him. He spoke sarcastic, but it was not unclear about the situation. The three of them were not as strong as it was impossible to seize the Vermillion Bird Bow. It was a good result to be able to get some ancient cultivation treasures from the hands of two monks of the Yuan Dynasty.

Mo Tiange held the Qiankun Ring and swept his eyes to Yuan Mu Zhenren and Iron Face Man. If the three of them were just ordinary monks, not to mention the Qiankun Ring, the hundreds of crystal jade inside would be worth their entire wealth, and Yuan Mu Zhenren was quite generous in taking action. Although this is incomparable to the Vermillion Bird Bow, the three of them were already at a disadvantage and it was unlikely that they would want to knock out more things.

The monsters passing through the hall gradually decreased, and the demonic energy became weaker and weaker. Yuan Mu Zhenren was a little anxious: "Three fellow Taoists, make a decision quickly, we don't have much time!"

"Senior Yuanmu," Mo Tiange asked for a moment, "How can you guarantee that you will not turn your back after leaving the underground palace?"

"..." Yuan Mu Zhenren did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the Vermilion Bird's Bow. After more than ten thousand years, the golden bow body still shone with dazzling light, surrounded by surging flames. The Vermilion Bird's Breath was full of power. Even if you just look at it, the invisible pressure made people unable to look at it.

Nowadays, the monks in the immortal world have habitually called powerful magic weapons or materials spiritual treasures. In fact, according to ancient sayings, spiritual magic weapons can be called spiritual treasures. After the changes in the world, the method of refining spiritual magic weapons has long been lost. Even if they have been passed down to this day, it cannot be refined, because all of these materials are amazing treasures of heaven and earth, and there is no trace in the immortal cultivation world today. Even in ancient times, spiritual magic weapons were not available to every high-level monk. Only some major sects have a few spiritual magic weapons.

Now, there is a magic weapon in front of him, and it is the treasure of the ancient sect's sect. How could he let it go?

"...As such a thing, I swear with the inner demon, and in the Immortal Palace, I will never take the initiative to attack the three fellow Taoists. If I violate the oath, I will be trapped by the inner demon, become possessed by the inner demon, and lose all my cultivation. How about it?"

Mo Tiange looked at Qin Xi in surprise, and even Jing Xingzhi was stunned. For a Yuanhou monk, being obsessed with devils and losing all his cultivation was a very serious oath, and it was also an oath of the inner demon.

It seems that Yuan Mu Zhenren is very sincere to be able to make this vow.

"If a fellow Taoist makes such a vow, then we have nothing to be trusted." Seeing that Mo Tiange and Jing Xingzhi had no intention of objection, Qin Xi said.

Yuan Mu Zhenren was overjoyed when he heard this and looked at Ling Yunhe who was stopped by Jing Xing: "No matter how, this fellow Taoist Jing..."

Jing Xingzhi was not a person who was dragging the water. He sighed lightly and took back the sword energy that enveloped Ling Yunhe.

Although he simply let go of Ling Yunhe, he still looked at the Vermilion Bird's Bow unwillingly. Such a spiritual magic weapon was right in front of him, but he had to watch it being taken away by others. This feeling was really unhappy. But what could he do? He hadn't been a baby for a long time and was no match for others. This is how the world is. With strength, he can seize more treasures. With treasures, his strength will be even stronger.

"Yunhe, go!"

Under the earnest gaze of Yuanmu Zhenren, Ling Yunhe took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the altar.

Before the birth of the sacred object, he never knew that the martial arts he had practiced since childhood were for such a spiritual magic weapon.

When he was young, he felt strange. He was just a side branch, not a single spiritual or a strange spiritual root. The ancestor of the Ling family clearly had his own descendant, that is, he was injured in Guixuhai and could not participate in the selection of the leader, but he was only very eyed by him. His skills were passed down by Taigong himself, and he often received guidance during the practice. This made other brothers very jealous.

They always say that the reason why he is far superior to his peers is because of Taigong's personal guidance. Otherwise, how could he be able to compare with those geniuses with single and alien spiritual roots with his two spiritual roots? For this reason, he practiced hard and never slacked off because he wanted to prove that he deserved all this.

In fact, if the two spiritual roots with balanced water and fire are not inferior to single spiritual roots or strange spiritual roots, the Ice and Fire Art handed over to him by Taigong is still one of the top-level exercises of this ancient sect. Excellent qualifications, top skills, good understanding, and his unremitting efforts have made him a name for genius.

It is precisely because he is not arrogant or impatient, hardworking and hardworking that the grandfather is more satisfied with him, and even the first Supreme Elder praised him very much.

He thought that he had finally proved his value with his actions. However, decades ago, when the Demon Tower was born, he realized that there was such a reason why he had received so much attention.

The Bow of Suzaku, it turns out that he is the one who has chosen every generation of Jiuyan Sect for 100,000 years to get the Bow of Suzaku.

It is undeniable that when he learned the truth, he was a little disappointed. It turned out that no matter whether he worked hard or not, as long as he practiced the Ice and Fire Art, he would get such attention. But then he thought about it and felt relieved.

Even so, so what? During the 100,000 years of the existence of Jiuyan Sect, countless ancestors were selected to practice the Ice and Fire Art. Most of them practiced the Nascent Soul Stage, but until they sat in the transformation, they could not wait for the opening of the secret land of Guixu Sea or the Bow of the Vermillion Bird. In comparison, what is wrong with him?

From another perspective, the opportunities passed down by the ancestors and the biggest secrets of the Nine Yan Sect are all dependent on him. What a great honor is this? As the head of the Nine Yan Sect, the elite disciples he has trained since childhood, he has already obtained enough. What is the point of doing some things for the sect? What's more, the Bow of the Vermilion Bird will eventually be controlled by him, so what else is he not satisfied with?

Spiritual magic weapon, a spiritual magic weapon that has never been seen by ancestors in the past ten thousand years, and a spiritual magic weapon that no longer exists in the entire human world, finally fell into his hands. This is an almost unrealized dream for a monk—

"Swish--" His hand touched the Vermilion Bird's bow, and the flames on it jumped twice, making a slight sound, as if they were resisting, but this resistance was not fierce. At this time, a faint ice mist rose up in his arms, wrapping himself up. The ice mist touched the flames, swallowing each other, and finally suppressed the resistance.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Mu Zhenren showed joy on his face, while Mo Tiange and the other two couldn't help but look disappointed.

Although they had given up the Vermilion Bird's Bow rationally, they still felt unwilling to accept the feelings when they saw Ling Yunhe being able to pick it up. But what can I do? They are not as strong as others, and they cannot take the Vermilion Bird's Bow. It is said that the spiritual magic weapon itself has spirituality and will choose its own master. They have no chance to be with it, so they can only sigh.

Ling Yunhe smiled and exerted force, and was about to pick up the Vermilion Bird's bow when suddenly, a powerful force surged out of the bow and instilled into his body!

"Ah..." He exclaimed, and the pain was unbearable!

This power was too domineering. It poured in from his palms, passed through his meridians, rushed into his dantian, almost tearing him apart!

"Yunhe!" Yuan Mu's face changed drastically and he rushed forward. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian() to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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