Chapter 426 Bodhi Tree

Soon, they came to the hall that had completely collapsed and was buried by earth and rocks.

However, this had no effect on Tujialong and Zhan Nianchuan, and they soon found the items they wanted.

Zhan Nianchuan happily put away the array platform that had imprisoned the magic hand for tens of thousands of years. This thing was definitely a treasure, and the array pattern on it was of great significance to Zhan Nianchuan, especially the divine thought of the shriveled magic hand that repeatedly examined him several times before leaving, which made Zhan Nianchuan feel secretly shocked.

He was sure that his true appearance had been spied out by the magic hand. After all, although he had a changing appearance, he did not wear a mask, and this magic hand must be the limb of a super strong man, with an unimaginable realm. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why a broken hand could survive tens of thousands of years of suppression and still be immortal and indestructible, and still have such a terrifying power.

Under the prying of such a super strong man, his appearance must be revealed, which made him feel strongly insecure, and this array pattern must have the effect of suppressing and sealing the magic cultivator, and he might be able to use it in the future.

The Tujialong on the side picked up the magic blade used by the previous demon cultivator, and then threw it away in a panic.

Feeling Tujialong's panic, Zhan Nianchuan smiled slightly, stretched out his arm and grabbed the black and inky sharp blade.

The moment he took it, Zhan Nianchuan's body felt cold, and a surge of resentment and strong murderous aura rushed directly towards his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to completely destroy his consciousness and mind.

However, this uncontrolled evil resentment was nothing to Zhan Nianchuan, who had just experienced the test of the shriveled demon hand. He slightly activated the soul refining formula to suppress this negative emotion, and then put the magic blade into a large jade box, and specially pasted several sealing talismans on it.

This magic blade must be of a high level, and it is unknown how this demon cultivator with such a low cultivation level can activate it, but now it is naturally put away first. Even if he can't use it, he can use it to exchange for the same spiritual materials or magic tools.

Seeing that there were no other valuable items in the field, Zhan Nianchuan was about to leave when he felt Tujialong pulling his legs hard.

Looking at the place where Tujialong pointed, Zhan Nianchuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned:

"Do you mean there are treasures below?"

Tujialong nodded repeatedly with an impatient expression, which made Zhan Nianchuan mutter a few words in his heart.

There are treasures, why doesn't this guy go up? It seems that most of them are magic items.

However, he remembered this place very clearly. It was just below the previous suppression magic hand array. At this time, there was still a dark magic energy lingering there. Even if Zhan Nianchuan released his consciousness completely, he could not penetrate it at all, let alone see what items were below.

After pondering for a moment, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand to summon three fist-sized golden flying ants, and then gave them the order to devour the magic energy.

As the three Wanshi Devouring Ants swallowed the extremely pure demonic energy, it was quickly devoured, revealing three black and crystal-like objects below.

After swallowing a large amount of demonic energy, the three Wanshi Devouring Ants fell asleep directly. If Zhan Nianchuan had not felt that they still had a strong vitality, he would have thought that the three little guys were corroded to death by the demonic energy.

After covering his palm with a layer of protective aura, Zhan Nianchuan grabbed it in the air, and a black and crystal appeared in his palm. It was only the size of a palm, and except for the color of black ink, it looked no different from an ordinary spirit stone.

However, Zhan Nianchuan knew how terrifying the power contained in this thing was. In just a moment, Zhan Nianchuan's protective aura was completely melted, forcing him to throw the crystal down.

Now he and Tujialong stared at each other, feeling troubled. This thing was so corrosive that it might even corrode the earth-level storage bag. What item should be used to take it away?

After thinking about it, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes lit up, and he took out the golden bowl with his backhand, and then raised his hand to take the three crystals into the bowl.

"You bastard boy is up to no good!"

The sudden voice startled Zhan Nianchuan's hands and he immediately sacrificed the Burning Heaven Sword. At the same time, he held several talismans in his left hand and carefully used his spiritual sense to repeatedly explore everything around him.

The Tujialong had jumped several feet in fear and slipped into the spirit beast bag at lightning speed. He trembled inside and kept praying for Zhan Nianchuan.

"Don't look, I'm here."

However, no matter how Zhan Nianchuan looked, he still couldn't find the source of the sound, which made him extremely nervous.

"Hey, you kid are really ignorant. I can't find it even when I'm so close to you."

Under Zhan Nianchuan's unbelievable gaze, a vaguely visible figure appeared above the golden bowl, and this figure turned out to be a tree!

Zhan Nianchuan opened his eyes wide and took a closer look. Yes, the figure that appeared on the golden bowl was indeed a tree, but it looked thin and weak, with only a few curled leaves hanging on the branches, without any vitality or energy.

"You...what are you?"

"Asshole! How dare you speak rudely to me? I'm a Bodhi tree!!!" The phantom roared at Zhan Nianchuan with an extremely bad attitude.

Zhan Nianchuan's face turned cold, and he didn't care whether this guy was a Bodhi tree or an Arhat tree. He directly took the three black and transparent crystals and put them all into the bowl.

"Damn kid! How dare you bully me like this!"

The shadow roared in anger, shaking several leaves on the branches and making them fly continuously, as if he wanted to jump out and teach Zhan Nianchuan a lesson.

However, without spiritual power, Zhan Nianchuan was not an evil demon, so it was useless to roar, so it shouted angrily:

"Asshole boy, you are so ungrateful. If I hadn't helped you, you would have been sucked dry by that guy now!"

"You flew into my hands on your own initiative?" Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed.

"Of course, otherwise do you think I would be so suitable to be shaken into your hands?" The shadow said unhappily.

Zhan Nianchuan nodded, put the bowl into the storage bag amid the shadow's loud curses, and then quickly left.

Although he had many questions that he wanted to get answered, the most important thing now was to leave quickly. Whether the magic hand came back or the masters of the two sects came to explore, it would be extremely troublesome.

On the way up, Zhan Nianchuan saw some shocking scenes. Dozens of disciples from the two sects fell to the ground, all shriveled and withered, and all their blood and essence were sucked away.

When he came to the ground, Zhan Nianchuan saw a corpse that was extremely shriveled. The long beard made Zhan Nianchuan recognize it at a glance. It must be Fang Jianxiong, the leader of the Shuiyun Sect, while Ye Ziyi was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhan Nianchuan threw down his sect token and urged the White Cloud Boat to shoot towards his cave.