Jin Qilin glanced at Ye Ning without hesitation and said: "Baby? What kind of treasure can you have! Isn't it enough that you have the Demon Refining Pot? You are really greedy. [ ]"

"Haha. Although the demon refining pot is good, I can only exert one thousandth of its power now, so I can't do it at the critical moment. I'd better look for some top-quality treasures."

"It is already very rare to find a low-grade sacred artifact here. I'm afraid it will not be easy to find a top-grade treasure. In fact, it is a bit far-fetched to say that this is the breeding ground of the gods. This is just a corridor leading to the breeding ground!"

"What?! Such a vast space is just a corridor?"

"Yes. The real breeding farm is an independent space, and this corridor is the entrance."

"So can we get into a real feedlot?"

"Just you?" Jin Qilin glanced at Ye Ning disdainfully and said: "The storm when traveling through space will tear you into pieces. Of course, there must be a lot of magic weapons in the breeding grounds of the gods. According to me

As we know, the great elder of the Qingtian Peng Clan is imprisoned there. That is a fourteenth-level monster, only one step away from becoming a divine beast. If you want to defeat him, you must at least use an immortal weapon!"

"Haha, let's go then. Since we're here, we have to take something away from this corridor."

Jin Qilin snorted coldly and disappeared into the Jinlin Sword, leaving only a voice: "You have a beautiful idea. Little baby, I won't come out if nothing happens in the future. I'm too tired."

"Stingy guy." Ye Ning muttered and gave up the idea of ​​attacking Jin Qilin. Anyway, with the Golden Qilin in his hand, he could exploit that thousand-year-old monster at any time.

Then, Ye Ning searched everywhere carefully, but could not find any treasures, and finally left unwillingly. Just after walking out of the valley, he suddenly thought of the "mysterious sarcophagus" mentioned by the Wu Kongmen monk. Since it can attract the attention of the venerable, I am afraid it will also

A good treasure, he hurriedly shouted to Jin Linjian: "Old Jin, Old Jin, do you know where there is a mysterious sarcophagus in this corridor?"

However, despite Ye Ning's shouting, Jin Qilin never showed up again.

"Huh, I'll look for it myself!"

Ye Ning muttered and walked forward.

The road ahead is much smoother. There is no extremely hot wind and sand in the Blood Desert, and there are no sixth-level poisonous fire scorpions that appear all the time. There are even more flowers, plants and trees on the roadside, just like the earthly world. Ye Ning is in a good mood. The harvest from the Blood Forbidden Pool

It was much more than he imagined, not to mention that he also had a storage bag belonging to a monk from the Wu Kong Sect on his waist.

Gradually, the road became smaller and smaller, and seemed to vaguely lead to a certain valley. The trees became sparse, the sunlight dimmed, and the mountain wind blew through the cracks in the rocks and made a cold sound.

"Something weird!"

Ye Ning smelled the faint smell of blood and quickly summoned the pentaprism, turning it into a ball of five-color light to protect him.

Then, step by step, he explored the way forward.

Entering the valley entrance, it suddenly dawned on us that we were facing an extremely tall mountain peak. There was a slit in the middle of the mountain peak, and eight corpses were nailed to the mountain walls on both sides!

Eight corpses, five men and three women, wearing purple gowns, are all second-generation disciples of the Lianyun Sect's sage! One of them is a particularly tall man, Ye Ning had a relationship with him once, he was a cheerful person all day long.

Haha, what a silly guy. However, he was penetrated by a snake-shaped flying sword from his mouth and nailed to the cold mountain wall! The blood had freeze-dried, covering half of his face, except for a pair of round eyes.
Chapter completed!