Everyone used magic tools to make rubbings of several ancient techniques that were suspected to be lost, and prepared to take them back to the sect and hand them over to the elders, which was considered a gain.

After doing this, Anle turned to look at Lin Zhao not far away, only to find that his mood had stabilized. Although his face was still dark, he was no longer as broken as before.

In order to prevent him from suddenly losing control and making any irrational behavior, Anle asked in a soothing tone: "Fellow Daoist Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Zhao shook his head: "I'm not good."

"But don't worry, Fellow Daoist An, I won't cause any trouble for you."

Hearing this, Anle became even more worried, so he asked Xiang Tieta to follow Lin Zhao and take care of him.

He was not worried about Lin Zhao's safety, but he was worried that Lin Zhao would trigger the ban in the palace and cause them to suffer.

The group continued deeper into the palace.

They were highly vigilant and scanned their surroundings with their spiritual senses at all times, but still found nothing.

Suddenly, Anle's heart beat violently. He looked up and saw a platform appearing in the center of the palace.

When I got closer, I saw a silver-gray cube hanging in the air on the platform, spinning quietly and emitting a blue halo, which looked very magical.

Even Zuo Yu, who is well-informed, has never seen such a strange existence. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What kind of object is this?"

Xiang Tieta frowned. For some reason, he felt that the square looked familiar.

Lin Zhao, who had braced himself up, was slightly startled: "This looks a bit like a magical weapon from the Great Spirit Dynasty!"

"Great Spiritual Dynasty?"

Anle knew that Daling was another divine dynasty as famous as Datai, but he didn't know much about the customs and customs of the Daling divine dynasty.

After Lin Zhao looked at it carefully, he nodded and said, "It's really similar!"

"Da Ling's magic weapon is the best in the world. I was lucky enough to see it once. It is very extraordinary. The style is very close to it. It can be controlled directly with arithmetic models without having to identify the owner. It is said that they are still studying to give the magic weapon intelligence

, I don’t know what the result will be.”

Hearing this, Anle looked strange. In his opinion, the silver-gray square in front of him had an absurd sense of technology, which was incompatible with the painting style of this world.

But Anle didn't expect that there was actually a divine dynasty in the world that specialized in the research and development of magic weapons, and from what Lin Zhao meant, the technical level was already very high.

He sighed inwardly: "The world is so big, and there are so many wonders there."

Now that I think about that weird female voice, Anle is no longer so surprised.

The sloppy old Taoist heard Lin Zhao's admiration for the Great Spirit Magical Artifact and sneered: "It's just a heretic. If you are weak, what's the use of the magic weapon no matter how strong it is?"

Lin Zhao was too lazy to argue with him, glanced at him and stopped talking.

At this time, the strange Nascent Soul who was traveling with them suddenly increased his speed, turned into a shadow, and rushed towards the silver-gray cube, reaching out his hand to pocket it.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

This person had been extremely honest from the beginning and had no sense of presence along the way, but suddenly he got angry at this moment.

Lin Zhao's expression suddenly changed: "You!"

This Nascent Soul was extremely fast, as if it had used a unique escape technique, and arrived in front of the cube in the blink of an eye. Its eyes were full of greed, and it looked back and sneered at everyone.

He thought to himself: "With this treasure in hand, where in the wilderness can I not go?"

But just when the monk's outstretched hand was about to touch the silver-grey cube, the cube buzzed for a moment.

The next second, the Nascent Soul cultivator's flesh and blood exploded, and the sound of "Peng" turned into a ball of blood mist.

The Nascent Soul in his Dantian was not spared, and was torn into countless tiny pieces while showing a look of horror.

But even this blood mist and the Nascent Soul that escaped from the body only appeared in front of everyone for a very short moment, and then disappeared.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they may only see a flash of red in the field of vision, and then the Yuanying monk completely disappears, leaving neither his robes nor his storage bag behind.

Lin Zhao's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the silver-gray cube.

The platform was still as smooth and clean as before, without a trace of blood stained on it, as if the monk had never appeared.

An Le Tong's eyes narrowed, and his eyesight was excellent, so he could clearly see what happened at that moment.

After a buzzing sound, the cube turned into countless small squares that were almost invisible to the naked eye. The small squares exploded violently, smashing the monk's body into extremely small powder, and then quickly gathered together, bringing the powder with it into the cube.

.

It's not complicated to say, but it's just that its speed is too fast, which creates incredible effects.

The sloppy old man did not hide his sneer: "Today's young people are just too impatient."

"Where can such a treasure be so easy to get?"

The old Taoist glanced at Anle and others, and said in a polite tone: "You guys, why don't you let me try it first."

An Le said without changing his expression: "Please."

At first, Anle only thought that this sloppy Taoist was an ordinary monk participating in the training, but along the way, the other party's performance made him change his mind, and he actually had a feeling that he could not see through this person.

In fact, except for Lin Zhao, Su Dai and the others had already noticed this, but they just tacitly understood it and did not expose it.

Seeing their solemn eyes, the old Taoist felt refreshed and refreshed as if he had eaten watermelon fished out of a well in the summer. The depression he had suffered in Lin Zhao's previous life was gone.

"These juniors know their stuff!"

"It's time for me to show off my power, Master Dao!"

The old Taoist plucked out a greasy hair from his head, took out the spell in his hand, and threw it in the direction of the cube.

The hair instantly turned into a large dark net, covering the cube without disturbing it.

Then, the old man pulled gently, and the big net immediately closed, and he was about to pull the cube over, but there was another buzz, the black net disappeared, and the silver-gray cube was still floating quietly on the platform.

I wonder if it is an illusion of comfort, but the cube seems to show a bit of disdain for the old man?

The old Taoist was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared, his big hand grasped down, and the palm with extremely strong spiritual power appeared out of thin air and grabbed the silver-gray magic weapon.

This spiritually powerful hand seemed to be real, and the lines on it were extremely clear and lifelike, exuding a tyrannical pressure that made Anle and others secretly frightened.

An Le said solemnly: "This is definitely not the spiritual power that one can possess in the Nascent Soul stage."

Lin Zhao's expression also changed slightly, and he guessed some clues.

But even such a palm, which could crush a mountain, only lasted a few seconds longer in front of the cube. Countless tiny cubes penetrated the palm and swallowed up all the spiritual power.

Then, the cube suspended in mid-air spun twice, as if... burping contentedly?

Lin Zhao leaned close to An Le's ear and whispered: "I discovered a secret. This Taoist priest is very advanced!"

"However, it seems that he can't do anything with this magic weapon?"

Hong Yingxue next to her was having a hard time holding it in: "Obviously you are the only one who discovered it now! And, do you think he can't hear you if you lower your voice?"

The old Taoist naturally heard what Lin Zhao said, and his face turned livid: "It seems, Master Tao, I have to show some real skills!"

As he said that, he actually walked directly in the direction of the cube.

The veteran's steps were not fast, but he had an unstoppable momentum, approaching the silver-gray cube step by step.

Everyone watched this scene nervously, and they could not tell whether the final outcome would be for the old man to take out the magic weapon, or whether the magic weapon would tear him into pieces.

I saw Lao Dao walking onto the platform and extending his right hand towards the cube.

Buzz——

The magical weapon kept buzzing and turned into thousands of tiny cubes, trying to cut and crush this arm.

But this invincible attack method was thwarted for the first time. The block passed through Lao Dao's right hand, just like passing through a piece of air, unable to cause any damage.

The Taoist's old face looked dull, as if he was strolling in a courtyard. His right hand came closer and touched the body of the silver cube.

Then, the old Taoist pulled hard and actually pulled it a little bit!

Just when Anle thought he was about to succeed, the ground suddenly shook, and the ruins also shook violently. The muffled roars of monsters came from afar, with strong fear in their voices.

"What happened?"

Just when Anle thought of this, he suddenly looked up at the dome of the hall. The extremely intense darkness seeped in from there like a tide!

Anle was shocked, but he saw an invisible barrier seemed to appear above his head, blocking the darkness. However, the darkness did not give up, but violently attacked the barrier, trying to submerge the entire palace.

This barrier was distorted and deformed by the darkness, sinking little by little, but it never broke.

As the barrier deforms, the darkness takes on various strange shapes, either sharp spikes, countless slender fangs, or dry palms one after another, which is extremely terrifying.

Anle glanced at the Taoist who was still struggling with the cube, and instantly came to his senses: "Taoist, stop it. This magical artifact is the core of the ruins. Once taken away, the protection will no longer exist!"

The old Taoist was stunned, quickly let go, retreated further away, and hid his right hand in his Taoist robe.

His old face was a little hot: "Oh no, I almost made a big mistake this time. Now I'm going to be very embarrassed."

At the same time, the darkness no longer impacted, and the surroundings became quiet again, but there was a sense of oppression when a storm was about to come.

After a while, the barrier gradually bulged downwards, as if something was pressing on it.

Everyone soon saw that it was a huge rotten human face that occupied the entire palace dome. Abscesses and scars were all over the surface of the face. A pair of cold eyeballs stared down with endless hatred and greed.

's palace.

Its voice was wild and low, like thousands of voices overlapping together, and what it said seemed to be an extremely ancient language, full of strange power.
To be continued...