But at this moment, something strange happened.

The scroll in Tang Xiaobao's hand suddenly turned into a point of light and dissipated in the wind.

What's going on?

Tang Xiaobao was dumbfounded.

Moreover, there was another book on the table.

He tried to open it, but couldn't.

He is strong enough now, but he can't open the scroll, which really makes him speechless.

Is it to be left to the right person?

The destined person later?

Tang Xiaobao is in pain.

He could imagine that the contents of the book would definitely change.

Does it change depending on who comes?

His mind was a little confused.

Bing'er on the side reminded: "I think it was the master who made the decision. I think you should hurry up and collect these five-colored divine stones. If you are late, I am afraid that there will be changes again."

Tang Xiaobao nodded and took a breath.

He did not collect the divine stone, but wanted to collect the tree of life as well.

However, he was disappointed.

As he expected, it was impossible.

The art of life is like a root that has taken root and cannot be taken away.

Tang Xiaobao looked a little depressed.

Never mind. This is the inheritance left by the goddess Nuwa. It is indeed excessive to uproot it.

He comforted himself in his heart.

Next, he began to pick the divine stones. This time there were no accidents and he harvested a wave smoothly.

But in the end he became depressed again.

There were still many magical stones behind, but he could no longer collect them, and it was impossible for him to pick them.

Damn...

Staring at these magical stones, Tang Xiaobao felt so upset.

I'm so tired.

Entering a treasure mountain... Although he did not return empty-handed, he was still unwilling to give up.

It would be great if we could collect all of them.

He was used to this, and would dig three feet into the ground to search thoroughly.

Then, he and Bing'er's bodies suddenly shook and disappeared from the spot.

They emerged at the other end of the bridge.

The small bridge disappeared, the light gate disappeared, and the island began to sink. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

By this time, Tang Xiaobao finally understood.

My own chance has already come to an end, it is useless to think about it anymore.

For the next two days, Tang Xiaobao spent his time refining his magic weapon.

He sacrificed and refined the Shenyue Peak once again, turning it into a high-level artifact, increasing its power by more than ten times.

He also sacrificed and refined the soul-calling flag again, and refined it into

He first obtained a top-level divine weapon, and then he also refined many of the semi-divine weapons he had.

He didn't stop until there were only a few sacred stones left.

What a pity...

He sighed inwardly.

If he had enough divine stones, he could refine a few more divine artifacts.

That is a magic weapon. Even if it cannot be eaten, he has little use for it, but it is pleasing to the eyes. When fighting with others in the future, suddenly showing off a string of magic weapons will be too cool. It will blind many people's eyes, right?

This is done.

The Nether Valley is right in front of us, and we have obtained everything we need.

It cannot be said that there was no gain.

Although there are some regrets, the gains are still quite fruitful.

Especially the news about Nuwa, Tang Xiaobao also found out. Even though he was a little confused, his trip was not in vain.

Especially since he picked up a son for free, who was an invincible monster, and also had the Yellow Springs Legion, it can be said that Tang Xiaobao's gains were really great.

Then we are faced with a choice.

Whether to return to the first heaven now or go to the ghost clan is a question.

Tang Xiaobao did not forget that he had promised Emperor Huangquan that he would help him get back what he had lost.

At that moment, Tang Xiaobao decided to hold a meeting for everyone to discuss and see what to do next.

Release the people of the Yellow Springs Legion and the Immortal Emperor as well.

Bing'er was shocked when she saw these people.

Especially the group of people led by Emperor Huangquan, which made him feel incredible.

These are all her kind, and they are all so powerful.

The worst ones are the Ghost Emperors. How shocking it would be if hundreds of people went to the ghost clan.

She was certain that among the ghost clan today, there was absolutely no force that could be so powerful.

Where do these people come from and where are they going?

This is what she is thinking about now.

Tang Xiaobao said straight to the point: "Okay everyone, our trip to the Nether Valley has come to an end. Let's discuss what we should consider next and what we should do next. Let's talk about it."

He thought that the first person to speak would be Emperor Huangquan.

But he was wrong.

Bing'er was the first to speak: "I want to go back to the ghost tribe. I want to see my father."

Her cultivation level was not very high, and she had not yet broken through to the Ghost Emperor. Emperor Huangquan and others had not taken her seriously at first, but only at this moment did they look at her straight in the eye.

Emperor Huangquan said, "Master, I also want to go back to the Ghost Clan. There are some things that we must face eventually."

He has been imprisoned in the Nine Nether Death Land for so many years, the hatred in his heart must be very strong.

Yes, he couldn't stay for a moment.

This is something Tang Xiaobao can understand.

But how to get to the ghost clan?

This is a problem that Tang Xiaobao needs to consider.

"Okay, I agree with your suggestion, but the question is, how should we go to the ghost tribe?"

Emperor Huangquan suddenly became listless.

Yes, how to go back?

After so many years, this is the Nether Valley. How can we get to the Ghost Clan?

No, how do I get out of here?

These are all problems that he cannot solve.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

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