The old man with yellow hair shouted, and Xu Yi took out the ban sign and threw it into the air. The rippling wave net in the air seemed to be spiritual, automatically sucking all the ban signs in, and each ban sign was accurately embedded into a grid.

In an instant, the entire grid was inlaid. Immediately after a rippling ripples, the entire light net disappeared suddenly. Then, the light net blocked the position and revealed a wide white marble-shaped stone door in the shape of a palace.

Everyone was excited and there was no need for anyone to give orders. Hundreds of monks shot into the palace almost at the same time. Even if the Heavenly King ordered, they could not suppress the greed in everyone's hearts.

Xu Yi was not very excited. There were too many people. He was pessimistic about finding the treasure he liked. He had little hope and no desire. However, since he was here, he always had to go in and tantan.

The last group was just a few breaths late, and Xu Yi entered the dome-shaped hall gate. The one in front was really too fast and too fast.

The moment he stepped into the entire palace, Xu Yi understood that this was not an ancient tomb at all, but a palace, the residence of the living.

He also read in the classics that monks learn to build fortunes and know that their lives will be gone, and they will often sit in their place of residence before their lifetime. In order to avoid disturbing the world, they will make enough pretentiousness and restrictions around their residence.

In Xu Yi's view, the pretense of this palace-like divine tomb is the endless mountains.

But no matter how perfectly or with the strong ban, it cannot resist the passing of time, and even more so, the greed of the younger monks.

At this point, Xu Yi felt no shame at all, and did not realize that he was also one of the greedy people in front of him.

He walked very slowly, not like a treasure hunter, but like a traveler, carefully looking at the patterns on the surrounding walls, various text information, and the limited furnishings in the hall.

He was even imagining the trajectory of his master's activities during his lifetime.

Xu Yi was leisurely and suddenly burst into a shocking cry in the crowd. Xu Yi jumped up and saw a huge golden wall appearing in front of the crowd. Many grids were taken out of the wall. He saw a box of golden wish beads, a large number of blue sky spirits, as well as his dream of thousands of snow jade dew, and the secrets for refining top magic weapons.

Even though Xu Yi was calm, he couldn't help but feel excited at this moment. Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly heard the idea in his mind, "Do not to go away! Illusion!"

Xu Yi suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and his mind instantly became clear. Then, a huge light burst out, and countless golden lights shot towards him, and dozens of people rushing in front were instantly shot by the golden light.

These people rushed the most urgently, had the most desire, and had no intention of being guarded. When the golden light came, they had no time to organize effective defense. In an instant, they were penetrated by the golden light, and more than thirty lives were instantly lost, and countless resources were rolled all over the ground.

It was these people who slightly blocked them, which won valuable time for the people behind them. All the monks took action. For a moment, the clouds woven by magic power resisted the puncture of the golden light and kept retreating.

Finally, everyone retreated to the vicinity of the hall gate, and the golden light stopped firing.

"The Three-Derivative Light Distribution Technique, I didn't expect to see you again today. If it weren't for the large number of people and the large number of people, this formation was old and greatly damaged, I'm afraid anyone would have to be repaid for their lives."

An old man in brocade robe said with chilling eyes.

"How much I die, I feel less dead."

A very inappropriate voice suddenly sounded, and everyone instantly glared at him. The person who saw the speaker was Qiu Bojun, a young man in blood who had previously asked for three rules. Many people lowered their heads again.

Qiu Bojun sneered, "Qiu made three rules, but his words were still in his ears, but he never played a role. He still fought for what he should fight for, and he still robbed him. He really was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the heat when he ate feces. It seems that this kind of person has ended up like this, what's the pity..."

Qiu Bojun scolded him with a sharp voice, but no one jumped out to fight back.

Xu Yi knew very well that Qiu Bojun was completely wishful thinking. He was originally a loose organization of alliances and required discipline. What's more, when he was a huge profit, he was a brother and sister. He would be a rebellious person. He would be a rebellious person. What kind of discipline is purely unnecessary.

There are many people who see through but not tell the truth. After Qiu Bojun had a chance, Yuan Zichu, a yellow-haired old man who was also one of the three leaders, glanced at Qiu Bojun and said, "Brother Qiu said a lot. Everyone, which god tomb does not have a large formation? Even if you are rushing to get treasures, you have to see if the protection formation is broken first. Well, it's not too late. Brother Gu, you are famous and well-known, and you have the ability to judge ancient objects. You are even unparalleled in the world. Can you tell me, who is the owner of this god tomb?"

The old man in brocade robe who had previously expressed the "Three-Instrumental Light Distribution Technique" said, "If I expected it was right, this should be the residence of the old man Xinghai who was spreading all over the world eight thousand years ago, the Emerald Palace."

"What, the old man from Xinghai, Bai Gu, is the best book of this man. It is complicated to collect treasures. It is rumored that this man has already achieved enlightenment and ascended to the Tao. How could he die here?"

"Isn't the Emerald Palace built in the west of the ocean? How could it hide into the Kunlun Ruins?"

"According to legend, the old man from Xinghai has a magical treasure refining technique, accompanied by the magic treasure, the mountain and river seal, which is the treasure of the heavenly spirit. Is it also here?"

"What, the treasure of heavenly spirit, is there really such a thing in the world?"

“…………”

The discussion and concern among the crowd gradually shifted from the initial judgment of the hall master to the treasures in the hall.

"A treasure of heavenly spirit!"

Even Xu Yi couldn't help but feel excited.

There are high and low levels of magic weapons. These high and low levels are the differences in the number and quality of heavenly spirits that are integrated into magic weapons.

The treasure of heavenly spirit is a treasure of nature, not made by monks, but at most it is just warming up.

Such treasures are often powerful, but the biggest advantage is that as long as one thing can successfully penetrate the mind, it can control the treasures.

Who can't be moved by such a treasure?

The old man with yellow hair, Yuan Zichu, waved his hand to suppress the hustle and bustle in the venue, clasped his fists to Gu Zhongtong, "Brother Gu may be sure?"

Gu Zhong nodded arrogantly and did not make too many statements. This is his dignity as a top ancient critic.

Yuan Zichu clasped his fists to Ping Botao and said, "Brother Ping, you are the master of the formation, now it depends on your ability."

Ping Botao nodded slightly, but saw him waving his hand and pulling it in the air. Countless rays of light gathered into a human form. Then, he dug out a piece of paper man. The paper man fell into the human form of light gathered, and instantly turned into a young monk with red lips and white teeth.

"Puppet technique!"
Chapter completed!