Shen Long activated the sound insulation array and took out the small tower that was about a foot tall.
The small tower is heavy in the hand, with mysterious lines engraved on it.
He poured mana into the small tower, which lit up with a dazzling blue light and grew in size.
When the small tower rose to the height of a person, Shen Long stopped injecting mana, and the blue small tower stopped growing.
There is a plaque above the tower door with three mysterious characters on it. Shen Long doesn't know what it means.
"Barbarian text?"
Shen Long said doubtfully.
The barbarians are a powerful race in the world of immortal cultivation in Donghua. They are mortal enemies of the human race. The barbarians have their own civilization, writing and cultivation system.
If it is a magic weapon, it can be used after being refined.
Shen Long sat down cross-legged and began to worship the small pagoda.
After the sacrifice was completed, he squeezed the magic formula, but there was no reaction from the small tower.
Shen Long frowned and asked doubtfully: "Is it a magic weapon?"
The magic weapon is more advanced than the magic weapon, and can only be used by monks with elixir formation or above.
When he thought of this, Shen Long's breathing became heavy. If it was really a magic weapon, he would make a fortune.
He calmed down and thought carefully about how he got the small tower. The magic weapon was a weapon used by high-level monks. How could it be in the body of a mid-level first-order soul-eating rat?
He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. Maybe the magic weapon had a special way to control it, which was different from the magic weapon.
Shen Long is just a Qi-refining monk, to him the Foundation-building monk is an expert, and the Pill-forming monk is a legend to him.
With his current level of cultivation, he couldn't access the method of driving the magic weapon, so he had no choice but to give up.
"The shopkeeper once said that a magic weapon needs blood to identify its owner."
Shen Long had a look of reminiscence on his face and muttered to himself.
Sun Huowang has access to foundation-building monks and has extensive knowledge. He once said that a magic weapon requires blood to identify its owner before it can be used.
Shen Long bit his right index finger and dropped three drops of blood essence on the small tower. The small tower quickly absorbed the three drops of blood essence.
He tried to inject mana into the small tower. The small tower suddenly emitted a bright blue light, and a powerful suction force emerged out of thin air. Shen Long's body flew towards the tower door uncontrollably.
He felt his eyes flash, and he appeared in a spacious and bright hall. There was a pool of more than a hundred feet in the center of the hall, and some patterns of monsters were carved on the stone walls.
"Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, Xuanwu, Suzaku..."
Shen Long recognized the origins of some monsters. He had only seen written descriptions in classics, but had never seen living creatures with his own eyes.
These monster patterns resemble dragons, phoenixes, unicorns and other powerful monsters recorded in classics. He only recognized the origins of some monster patterns, but did not recognize many others.
"Is it the treasure of the Yuling Sect?"
A bold guess emerged in Shen Long's mind.
The Yuling Sect is one of the five major forces in the Qin Kingdom. It has a long heritage. It has Yuanying monks who are good at expelling insects and controlling beasts.
When he came to the pool, it was empty.
He walked around the hall and found nothing.
"Wait a minute, this space is too big! Space treasure?"
Shen Long was slightly startled. The stone house he lived in was not large, and the area of the hall in front of him was far larger than the stone house.
Both the patterns of monsters on the stone wall and the size of the hall were beyond Shen Long's knowledge. This small tower was definitely not an ordinary treasure.
He walked towards the tower door, put his hands on the tower door, and pushed hard. A strong suction force appeared out of thin air and pushed him out.
Shen Long appeared in the stone house, and the small tower returned to its original size.
Shen Long tried it several times and mastered the skills of using the small tower. As long as he injected mana, there would be a strong suction force to bring him into the tower, and he could leave by pushing the door of the tower.
"Let's call it Yuling Pagoda!"
Shen Long gave the small pagoda a name. He could not recognize the words on the plaque on the pagoda door. Considering the patterns of monsters in the pagoda and thinking of the Yuling Sect, he named it Yuling Pagoda.
He put away the Yuling Pagoda, ate a can of Jinzhuling rice, and started practicing his martial arts.
Ten hours later, Shen Long walked out of the stone house and walked towards the martial arts garden on the mountain to practice his skills.
Two days later, Shen Long was practicing spells in a secret room of the Yanwu Garden. He stood in front of a sandpit.
The green light in his right hand burst into the sand pit a little, and a ray of green light flew out and submerged into the sand pit.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Shen Long walked out of the stone room. There were more than a dozen white ice picks stuck in the sand pit.
He walked down the mountain and met Qin Qing on the road.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, I knew you were here. Fellow Daoist Xu has something to do with us."
Qin Qing said with a solemn expression.
Shen Long nodded and followed Qin Qing to Qingzhu Courtyard.
Xu Lei, Sun Yang and Liu Xin were sitting in the stone pavilion, Liu Xin looked haggard.
Seeing that Shen Long was safe and sound, they nodded.
"What happened? Fellow Daoist Xu."
Shen Long asked.
"Fellow Daoist Chen has died. We don't have enough manpower. We need to find new teammates before we can go into the mountains to hunt monsters."
Xu Lei said.
They ran faster. Chen Qiang and Liu Xin were attacked by dozens of fire crows. Chen Qiang stayed behind to cover Liu Xin's retreat, but were killed by the fire crows.
As a result, they were left with five people and needed to supplement their manpower.
"I have no objection, but the newcomer must be reliable and not too weak."
Shen Long said.
"Yes, I agree with Fellow Daoist Shen's opinion."
Qin Qing deeply agreed.
Sun Yang and Liu Xin had no objections. Xu Lei nodded and said, "Mrs. Liu, people cannot be resurrected. Have a good rest. We will find new teammates as soon as possible, and then go into the mountains to hunt monsters."
After chatting for a while, Shen Long and the others left one after another.
After leaving the Green Bamboo Courtyard, Shen Long walked down the mountain.
Arriving at Qingshi Square where casual cultivators set up stalls, Shen Long took a walk around.
"Are the strange insects on the list of strange insects in the world real or fake?"
"Real gold is not afraid of fire, so how can it be fake? If you don't believe it, ask someone who knows the goods to take a look."
"These insect eggs of yours are weak in vitality. Whether they can hatch is still a matter of course."
"Yu Ling Sect! List of strange insects in the world!"
Shen Long became interested and walked quickly forward.
Not long after, he came to a small stall. The stall owner was an old man in green robes who was over sixty years old. There were many things on the stall, including ores, elixirs, spiritual trees, monster materials, and a blue jade. The box caught Shen Long's attention.
There are dozens of white insect eggs inside the cyan jade box, and the insect eggs emit weak vitality fluctuations.
Huang Xiuyun stood in front of the stall, looking at the insect eggs in the jade box with curiosity.
"Judging from the appearance, who knows what kind of insect eggs they are. If they are cheaper, I will buy these eggs."
Huang Xiuyun bargained.
"These are the eggs of the Snow Crystal Spider. One egg costs fifty spiritual stones, no two prices."
The old man in green robe did not give in at all.
"Fifty spiritual stones and one insect egg are too expensive."
Huang Xiuyun frowned and said.
"This is not the egg of an ordinary spiritual insect. Just forget it if you don't know the goods. You want to take advantage of it and go to other places."
The old man in green robe said angrily.
"If it's really the eggs of the Snow Crystal Spider, one egg is worth fifty spiritual stones."
A loud male voice sounded.
As soon as he finished speaking, a fat young man in a golden shirt walked over. The young man in the golden shirt had a fair face and a cyan spirit beast bag tied around his waist.