Dragon and Tiger Island, a corner.

Position near the sea.

Five or six overseas monks who were taken here by a beautiful girl tour guide were discussing the gains along the way while enjoying the scenery along the way.

"Haha, it's true. Don't look at the South China Sea Fairyland quite inconspicuous in the Four Seas Fairyland, but there are quite a lot of good things inside."

An overseas monk who was vaguely about to break through to the divine mirror in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm, with his hands in his vain trail.

The beautiful girl next to him was holding a few wooden boxes in her arms, all of which were the gains of the monk along the way.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that there would be treasures like the top-quality spiritual fan on this Dragon and Tiger Island."

Another monk of the same realm walked aside and sighed slightly: "You know, the fan technique has been lost for thousands of years, and there are very few people practicing it, and the magic weapons are rare. Even at the largest magic weapon auction gathering in the Qingfu Fairyland, it is difficult to see a fan that can catch my eyes. But I never expected that in this South China Sea fairyland, there is also a top-grade spirit fan that has been preserved in such a complete manner. Although it cost me a top-grade spirit stone, it is also worth it, worth it!"

"Haha, the South China Sea Wonderland is worth this trip!"

While the two were chatting, the beautiful girl guide who was following him kept lowering his head and said nothing.

Although they serve free of charge, these young men will reward them with some spirit stones while they are happy. Although there are not many, they are one step closer to the amount they can redeem themselves.

"Um?"

Just when the two of them were having the most fun chat, they suddenly stopped and seemed to feel something.

"I didn't feel wrong, did I?"

One of the monks smiled and replaced it with a solemn and solemnity.

The footsteps of another monk also paused beside him.

The two looked at the same side.

I saw that on the beach not far away, there were several people sitting cross-legged.

These people sat cross-legged, with their hands folded on their chests and their eyes closed, and they obviously entered a state of cultivation.

Moreover, judging from the aura emitted from their bodies, the strength of these people is not simple!

"How could anyone meditate here?"

The monk frowned even more violently, "And this breath..."

The two walked directly towards the beach, but before they could take a few steps, the two of them stopped as if they had agreed.

Following the dumb eyes of the two, I saw that in the beach in front of me, in addition to the few monks sitting on the ground they had just seen, there were more monks sitting cross-legged here!

Looking at the beach, dozens of monks, from the realm of transformation to the realm of divine realm... all sit here, sitting cross-legged, and practicing with their eyes closed... and some people are even in seclusion!

And in the heart of these people, only a huge black stone pier was seen standing between the beaches.

The stone pier is extremely flat and there is no obvious thing to see.

But when the two of them looked up, their legs became weak and they collapsed to the ground!

Suddenly, a black dagger was hovering over the black stone pillar.

This dagger looks extremely irregular and has a rough and uncommon surface.

And I thought there was a stream of air rising continuously along the stone pillar, covering the dagger and floating in the air, turning.

But what shocked them was the breath released on this black dagger!

"Yes, it's the ancestor's dagger..."
Chapter completed!