Chapter 56: Dark Room "Does Immortal Venerable Qiongrao have a good relationship with Jiang Lin?" ...
In the dungeon, Jiang Lin's words did not play any practical role. Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou had no idea about the movements of the demons, and could only vaguely guess that it was related to the Nightmare Stone.
This was the case even before Jiang Lin recognized Xie Wuyang as the "Elder Yanque" pretending to be him. Elder Yanque was stubborn and there was no way he could get anything out of him.
Taking advantage of the handover between the patrolling disciples, Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou put on the invisibility talisman again and left the vicinity of the dungeon.
The person who stole the Nightmare Stone has close ties with the Demon Clan and is also deeply entangled with the Wax Apple Sect. If the person behind the scenes wants to take action during the Wax Apple Competition, I wonder if the Nightmare Stone has also been placed in the Wax Apple Sect early on?
Xie Wuyang folded the talisman paper used to seal the Rock Sparrow twice and stuffed it into his waistband, absentmindedly thinking about where the Wax Apple Sect might have hidden the Nightmare Stone.
The forbidden attic of Cangqiong Mountain is rarely visited by people. Except for the leader and several elders, no one is allowed to go there without reason, so they can hide the Nightmare Stone there safely.
If the Nightmare Stone had been hidden within the Lotus Mist Gate after leaving Cangqiong Mountain, it certainly wouldn't be a bustling place with people coming and going...
Are there any forbidden areas in the Wax Apple Sect?
Thinking of this possibility, Xie Wuyang suddenly stopped and looked up at Yun Wanzhou who was not far ahead.
There are many immortal gates in the world of cultivation, dozens of large and small sects. When Xie Wuyang was the Demon Lord, he had fought against countless of them. Xie Wuyang couldn't even remember the names of some of the sects, let alone know where the forbidden areas of each immortal gate were.
Yun Wanzhou took two steps forward before realizing that Xie Wuyang had not followed him. The arc of the tail of his robe in mid-air suddenly stopped, and then he turned around.
The moon hanging high in the night sky had disappeared into the clouds at some point, leaving only a dim glow.
Yun Wanzhou's face was half hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only his deep eyes were left, looking at Xie Wuyang with a little doubt.
He has beautiful eyes with upturned corners.
Maybe it was because he couldn't see Yun Wanzhou's face clearly that Xie Wuyang ignored the coldness surrounding Yun Wanzhou. He actually felt that Yun Wanzhou seemed much softer and more worldly at this moment.
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved slightly, as if he was bewitched and wanted to get closer to him.
The moment he raised his foot forward, Yun Wanzhou narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "There is a secret room in Jiang Lin's room."
"What?" Xie Wuyang paused and was stunned for a moment.
"You and I have seen a spiritual weapon imbued with the power of the Nightmare Stone in Jiang Lin's room. Jiang Lin's secret room is little known, and perhaps we can find clues there."
Only then did Xie Wuyang understand what Yun Wanzhou was talking about.
only……
Since Jiang Lin’s secret room is so hidden, how did Yun Wanzhou know about it?
Xie Wuyang stared at Yun Wanzhou for a moment, and suddenly thought of Jiang Shutong.
As Jiang Lin's last disciple, Jiang Shutong was the person who had the most contact with Jiang Lin, and had ample opportunities to discover the hidden room in Jiang Lin's room...
Could it be that Jiang Shutong told Yun Wanzhou about the secret room in Jiang Lin’s room?
Thinking about how Yun Wanzhou revealed his identity in front of Jiang Shutong when he first appeared after they entered Lianwu, Xie Wuyang felt that this guess was more and more possible.
But Jiang Lin is ill now and has not been out of the house for a long time. How can they sneak into the dark room quietly?
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and asked, "What does Master want to do?"
"Wait." Yun Wanzhou opened his thin lips slightly.
As one of the three major immortal sects, the Lianwu Sect has many disciples, and the slightest movement will cause chaos.
They knew very well that Yanque was an elder of the demon clan and were quite wary of him. If the news of Yanque's escape were to get out, it would certainly cause quite a stir.
At that time, Jiang Lin, as the head of the sect, will be present, and it will be the best opportunity for Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou to sneak into the dark room and find out what is going on.
As soon as Yun Wanzhou finished speaking, Xie Wuyang instantly understood his plan.
…
There are many barriers in the secret prisons of the Lianwu Sect. No one is allowed to enter or leave without a token given by the sect leader or elders.
But since Yanque is an elder of the demon clan and is quite powerful, the elders of the Wax Apple Clan will still send people to check on him in turn.
Rock Sparrow was imprisoned for only an incense stick of time before Han Kun, following the order of one of the elders, entered the dungeon with the token.
As the best among the disciples, Han Kun always takes things very seriously. Even though he knew that the probability of Rock Sparrow escaping from the dungeon was extremely small, he still used talismans to search every corner of the dungeon.
Han Kun stood at the entrance of the cave, put two fingers together, took out the talisman paper and circled around the dungeon.
Suddenly, the spiritual power at his fingertips continued, Han Kun's pupils shrank, and he abruptly took back the talisman paper he had offered.
The talisman paper was ignited at some point, and a light blue flame burned from the bottom, with ashes falling down.
Han Kun's arm trembled, and without caring too much, he hurried towards the cell where Rock Sparrow was imprisoned.
The barrier in the dungeon was set up by the ancestors of the Lianwu Sect. Although it has been weakened from time to time over the centuries, there has never been any major disclosure.
But when Han Kun just started to explore, he found that the barrier showed signs of loosening. What's more serious is that a crack appeared in the southwest direction at some point.
This means that as long as the Rock Bird notices it, it can easily escape.
The chains were piled up on the ground, and the handcuffs on the cross had been split in half at some point, leaving only the top fragments hanging on it.
Han Kun stared at the scene in disbelief, his fingertips trembling as he cast out a sound transmission talisman.
"Brother Jiang, the dungeon barrier has been damaged, and the Rock Bird has escaped. I hope you will inform the elders immediately so we can discuss countermeasures."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power that Han Kun was transmitting stagnated, and he waved his hand and the talisman paper flew out from his fingertips.
The patterns on the talisman paper lit up and turned into the shape of a paper crane in the air. Soon, it passed through the cracks in the dungeon barrier and rushed out of the dark place.
Over the years, the dungeon barrier has been repaired every five years. Each repair is led by the elders and takes more than a month.
It has only been a year since the barrier was last repaired. The damage this time must be due to a problem with the barrier itself, and the situation should not be underestimated.
Although Jiang Shutong has been consulted, it still takes a lot of time from making the decision to summoning the elders.
There are still many demons and sinners in the dungeon, and we cannot delay any longer.
Han Kun didn't stay here for long before he hurried away and went to the meeting room to inform the disciple in charge.
…
When Jiang Shutong received Han Kun's sound transmission note, he was drinking tea with Jiang Lin in his courtyard.
Jiang Lin's body was getting weaker day by day, and it seemed that he could not bear the burden anymore. In addition, due to Jiang Lin's previous cultivation in a higher realm, his body could no longer suppress the spiritual power in his body. He rushed around, and the spiritual power surged up, causing him unbearable pain.
Jiang Shutong has been searching for panaceas in recent years just to help his master reduce his pain, but with little success.
Looking at the pale-faced Jiang Lin in front of him, Jiang Shutong pretended to be calm and took a sip of tea, thinking of the sound transmission note Yun Wanzhou sent to him the night he sneaked into Lianwumen.
"There's been a demonic presence haunting Lianwu lately. My followers and I have been ordered to investigate. I hope you'll do as you please."
The demons are causing trouble and should not be underestimated.
Jiang Shutong has also noticed something recently and has taken some precautions in advance.
There is still a gap between perception and what actually happens.
On the night after receiving the message from Yun Wanzhou, Jiang Shutong sent his disciples to search Lianwu Gate, but found nothing unusual.
Until last night, Jiang Shutong greeted Jiang Lin as usual. When Jiang Lin opened the door, he inadvertently smelled an unusual scent——
That thing was like demonic energy, but it was several times stronger than demonic energy and extremely sinister.
Although Jiang Lin was domineering and independent, he had never done anything detrimental to the Immortal Sect. In addition, he had raised Jiang Shutong for decades, so Jiang Shutong did not want to doubt him too much.
Hearing Jiang Lin's cough, Jiang Shutong tightened his grip on the cup and cup, and spoke as usual, "The demon clan has been moving unusually recently. Even the demon elder Yanque has come to the Lianwu Sect. Master, as the Sect Leader, please be careful."
"Yeah." Jiang Lin nodded absentmindedly, not taking Jiang Shutong's words to heart.
Five years ago, the relationship between Jiang Lin and Jiang Shutong was quite harmonious. Although Jiang Lin was the head of the sect and was very busy, he would still spare one or two hours every day to teach Jiang Shutong swordsmanship.
In the eyes of the disciples of the Lianwu Sect, Jiang Shutong's rise from a low-level disciple who was bullied by everyone to the chief disciple today is extremely glorious, and this is inseparable from Jiang Lin's contribution.
Jiang Shutong also thinks so.
Even though he was later forced to take the position of the head of the sect by the elders, and Jiang Lin became increasingly distant from him, and even to the point of being on the verge of a war, Jiang Shutong still felt grateful to him.
Everyone has a jealous heart, not to mention that his master is already arrogant. It is natural that he cannot tolerate being publicly criticized by the elders for not being as good as his disciple.
The tea passed through his throat, leaving a faint bitter taste. Jiang Shutong couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. He really didn't expect that he and Jiang Lin would come to this point today.
The master and the disciple are like mortal enemies, and even talking to each other properly has become a luxury.
Jiang Shutong was silent for a long time, lowering his eyes to suppress his emotions, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, are you still blaming me?"
Jiang Lin sneered, his expression sardonic. "Blame you? It's just the law of the jungle, how can you talk about right or wrong?"
Jiang Shutong curled his fingers under the table and pretended to be calm, "That's not what I meant. I have no intention of becoming the Sect Leader. If it's Master..."
"Since the elders have chosen you, you should shoulder the responsibility of being the sect leader and stop procrastinating."
Jiang Shutong was startled, then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Lin in disbelief, "Master, do you mean... Master, you don't blame me anymore?"
Jiang Lin stood up and turned to look at the woods outside the pavilion.
The sun was at its brightest at this time, and the forest was filled with light and shadows, with no end in sight.
Elder Yanque was captured here by Jiang Shutong last night.
Jiang Lin didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes flashed, and he sighed for a long time. He turned around and patted Jiang Shutong's shoulder.
Just like many years ago, whenever Jiang Shutong encountered setbacks in sword practice, Jiang Lin would comfort him in the same way, "There's nothing strange about it."
"Master..." Jiang Shutong's throat tightened, and he raised his hand to grab Jiang Lin's sleeve like he did when he was a child, to say thank you or something else to his master, but he only touched a small piece of clothing.
Jiang Lin withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
Just when the communication between the master and the apprentice reached a deadlock again, a yellow paper crane landed steadily on the table and stopped between Jiang Shutong and Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin took the initiative to raise his hand and pinched the paper crane. After applying spiritual power and finding that he couldn't open it, he casually threw the paper crane to Jiang Shutong, "This is for you."
The paper crane turned into a white light in Jiang Shutong's palm and entered Jiang Shutong's ears. Jiang Shutong's expression changed instantly.
"What happened?" Jiang Lin asked casually after noticing Jiang Shutong's abnormality.
Jiang Shutong pursed his lips, his expression grim. "Yanque has escaped. I'll go inform the elders. Master, please return to your room and rest."
"The dungeon's barrier is so tight that not even a fly can get in. How did the Rock Bird escape?" Jiang Shutong didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Jiang Lin's voice was a little tense, as if he was eager to ask something.
Jiang Shutong was silent for a moment, then told Jiang Lin exactly what Han Kun had said, "The dungeon barrier is damaged."
"The barrier is damaged?" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes.
He had clearly used the master's token to open the barrier for Yanque. Could it be that Yanque did not escape honestly, but instead took the opportunity to trick him?
Jiang Shutong nodded, "Perhaps it's because too much time has passed, and the spiritual power of the barrier left by our ancestors has weakened."
"I'll go with you." Jiang Lin said coldly.
"Master's illness has not healed yet..."
"What?" Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Do you think I'm useless too?"
Jiang Shutong's expression froze, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Disciple doesn't dare."
"That's better." Jiang Lin walked around Jiang Shutong with a gloomy brow and didn't pay much attention to him.
Jiang Lin did not believe Jiang Shutong's respect for his teacher. Even though he had raised Jiang Shutong since he was a child and taught him every move, Jiang Lin still did not think there was any master-disciple relationship between them.
What Jiang Lin wanted was an obedient dog, not a wild wolf that would bite people to pretend to be good.
not to mention……
If Jiang Shutong really regarded him as his master, he should not have accepted the position of the head from the beginning, and he should not have stepped on him as his master in every aspect!
At the moment they passed each other, a cold light flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes, and a black gas flew out from his fingertips and silently merged into the flesh and blood on Jiang Shutong's neck.
After finishing everything, Jiang Lin pretended to casually adjust his cuffs and said calmly, "Let's go."
Facing the master's invitation, Jiang Shutong quickly came back to his senses and nodded in response, "Yes, Master."
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The forest in Jiang Lin's courtyard is evergreen and lush, making it particularly easy to hide people.
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou hid in the forest, watching the backs of Jiang Shutong and the other man walking farther and farther away until they disappeared at the end.
Xie Wuyang took off his amulet, walked out from behind the tree, stared at the empty courtyard gate and pondered for a moment, then heard a familiar sound of footsteps behind him, stopping behind him.
At some point, Xie Wuyang had become extremely familiar with Yun Wanzhou, and could immediately distinguish even the slightest movement.
Feeling the cold air behind him, Xie Wuyang retracted his gaze from the front and instead fixed it on the white hem of his robe at his side, "Master."
"Yeah." Yun Wanzhou replied calmly, "I don't know when Jiang Lin will be back. Time is running out."
"Okay." Xie Wuyang nodded, turned and walked towards Jiang Lin's door, naturally drew out the Broken Snow Sword from Yun Wanzhou's waist, gently picked up the door lock, and broke the chain on the door lock.
People who practice Taoism would meditate and cultivate every day, so it was inevitable that there would be some spiritual energy left in the house. But the strange thing was that the moment the door was opened, the only smell that hit me was the smell of years of rotten wood, as if no one had lived there for a long time, and it was damp and stuffy.
Xie Wuyang frowned, raised his hand to cover his nose, and walked into the house.
The night they first arrived at the Lianwu Sect and stayed in front of Jiang Lin's room, they could only see a small part of the furnishings in the room because of the effective range of the talisman. It was not until now that Xie Wuyang had a clear view of where the Lianwu Sect leader lived.
The room was spacious and fully furnished. A cup of cold tea was placed on the mahogany table facing the door, and a mural of soaring auspicious clouds hung on the ceiling.
This mural looked strangely familiar to Xie Wuyang, with its unrestrained and free-spirited brushstrokes.
Xie Wuyang looked at it for a long time, then turned his gaze to look for the painter's signature. Yun Wanzhou's voice came from the side, "This was painted by Qiongrao Immortal Venerable, and it copied the one in the mountain hall."
"Does Immortal Venerable Qiongrao have a good relationship with Jiang Lin?" Xie Wuyang still frowned.
For some reason, he always felt that this painting was quite strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it.
Yun Wanzhou nodded, "They used to be close friends."
"Jiang Lin is extremely weird. How could the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao have anything to do with such a person?" Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to touch the mural.
The mural was made of top-quality rice paper, which felt smooth and delicate. Xie Wuyang stroked it from the bottom up, carefully examining it until he reached the top. He stopped and a gloomy look appeared between his brows.
The original body had not yet grown, and coincidentally, Xie Wuyang could not reach the top floor of the mural.
Just as Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and said nothing, wanting to withdraw his hand in embarrassment, a slightly cool touch suddenly fell on his fingertips.
Yun Wanzhou's fingers were white and slender, as delicate as jade. As he moved, the protruding joints rose and fell slightly, almost blending into the painting created by the Immortal Lord Cang Qiong.
"There's nothing unusual." Yun Wanzhou's fingertips stopped at the far left end and he said in a calm voice.
Xie Wuyang suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his hand as if pricked by a needle, and nodded hurriedly, "Yes."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang lowered his head silently, stared at his fingertips for a long time, and gently twisted them.
Yun Wanzhou picked up the teacup on the table and looked at it for a moment. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he turned and walked into the inner room.
Only when Yun Wanzhou's figure was completely blocked by the wall did Xie Wuyang breathe a sigh of relief.
Recently, Xie Wuyang always felt a little distracted and his thoughts were confused.
If you think about it carefully, it seems to have started after he took the Iceberg Snow Lotus.
Could it be that Elder Wushuang's elixir has started to take effect?
The situation was urgent now, and Xie Wuyang had no time to think about too much. He glanced at the inner room where Yun Wanzhou was, quickly suppressed his thoughts, and continued to move around in the room.
The furnishings in the inner room were much more complicated than those outside. There were piles of miscellaneous items, and cabinets of various sizes were arranged in a row, with dark red boxes on top.
That day, Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou stood outside and cast a spell to see the furnishings in the inner room where Jiang Lin lived.
Xie Wuyang remembered clearly that on the table in the middle was a sword that was exactly the same as Chen Ziyi's spiritual weapon.
But now...
Xie Wuyang's gaze moved from Yun Wanzhou's back at the table to the chopping board, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
The sword rack that should have held the spiritual weapon was empty. That sword...
disappeared.
"Master..." Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, "Where is the sword that Jiang Lin left here?"
The power of the Nightmare Stone is extremely strong, and even the slightest breath will attract the attention of others.
If Jiang Lin had any brains, he would not carry such a dangerous thing on him.
If he wasn't carrying it with him, could it be that Jiang Lin put it in the dark room?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up and he suddenly looked up, "Master, do you still remember Chen Ziyi's sword?"
Yun Wanzhou paused in mid-air while stroking the sword rack, and nodded at Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang continued, "If Jiang Lin wanted to wait until the succession ceremony of the Lianwu Sect Leader to start his plan, he would definitely not carry a spiritual weapon that could reveal his identity. Jiang Lin was cautious and worried that it would be unsafe to leave it in the room, so he most likely hid it in a dark room. If Chen Ziyi's sword could resonate with Jiang Lin's sword..."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang turned his palm, summoned the sword, and began to inject spiritual power into the sword.
Both swords are imbued with the power of the Nightmare Stone, and their power comes from the same source. As long as they are used slightly, they may resonate with each other.
That day, because of the attraction between the two swords, Jiang Lin was slightly aware of their infiltration, and now it should be able to help him find the secret room.
As Xie Wuyang injected his spiritual power, the power of the nightmare stone surrounding the sword began to move strangely. A few strands even climbed up to Xie Wuyang's wrist, but were cut off in time by Yun Wanzhou's spiritual power.
At the same time, the abnormal power was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly became agitated, and then the sword in his hand began to tremble.
The sword hummed, as if searching for something.
Controlling the power of the Nightmare Stone is not an easy task, not to mention that Xie Wuyang's body has just been established. In addition, he needs to supply spiritual power. It didn't take long before the blood color on Xie Wuyang's face began to fade.
The sound of the sword did not receive any response for a long time. Xie Wuyang was exhausted and his hand holding the sword suddenly loosened.
When the hilt of the sword fell off, Yun Wanzhou quickly grasped Xie Wuyang's hand and said, "I'll do it."
There was a faint scent of grass and trees lingering in his nostrils. Yun Wanzhou passed his arm through Xie Wuyang's waist and held him in his arms almost in a half-hug.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword and crawled out of Yun Wanzhou's arms.
"Thank you, Master." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xie Wuyang realized that his throat was extremely dry.
He seemed to still be carrying the aftershocks of the sword's sound, causing his chest to vibrate constantly.
Xie Wuyang licked his pale lips silently, once again lamenting his original body's fragile physique.
Yun Wanzhou replenished Xie Wuyang's spiritual power before it was exhausted, so the sound of the sword did not stop in the middle, which saved him some effort.
Not long after Yun Wanzhou took the spiritual weapon, an unusually weak sword sound came from the left.
Even though it only sounded for a moment, Xie Wuyang still clearly captured the specific location where the sword sound came from.
Not in the inner room, but in the front hall.
The two men walked towards Jian Ming, one in front and one behind, and stopped in front of the mural copied by the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao.
Xie Wuyang felt that there was something wrong with the painting as soon as he entered the room, but he and Yun Wanzhou searched for a long time and found nothing, so they dispelled this doubt.
Thinking of the sound of the sword, Xie Wuyang raised his hand again and touched the mural.
He suddenly remembered what he had missed when he first compared the murals—
Behind the mural.
What if this mural is just a cover-up?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang carefully rolled up the mural, revealing the scene behind it.
On the wall behind the mural, a piece of yellow talisman paper was pasted in the middle. Below the talisman paper, light blue lines occupied half of the wall, flickering.
This is……
Barrier?!
Yun Wanzhou frowned and tentatively released a burst of spiritual power, but before it could get close to the wall, it was bounced back by a strong force.
If Yun Wanzhou had not been prepared, he would probably have been affected by this force.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed, "This barrier is really powerful."
Anyone who can set up a barrier to this extent must be at least a Nascent Soul.
But hasn’t Jiang Lin’s spiritual power been declining for a long time?
Thinking of what Jiang Lin said and did in recent days, Xie Wuyang had a vague guess in his mind.
"Back off." Yun Wanzhou said coldly.
Xie Wuyang subconsciously took two steps back, but before he could steady himself, a powerful spiritual force came at him.
Even though the main force was not directed at him, the aftermath still made Xie Wuyang stagger twice.
Yun Wanzhou held Shattered Snow in his hand, his brows stern, and the hand holding the sword was wrapped in a layer of faint spiritual power, connected to the hilt of the Shattered Snow sword.
In order to prevent any passing disciples from hearing the noise, Yun Wanzhou set up a sound-absorbing barrier in time when he swung his sword.
As the spiritual power dissipated, the wall behind the mural collapsed, revealing a dark path behind it.
The more powerful the spell, the more difficult it is to break. They have just witnessed the power of the spell behind the mural. If it is not the person who cast the spell, there is no other way but to destroy it by force.
Yun Wanzhou gathered the broken snow and turned to look at Xie Wuyang standing behind him. He glanced at the collapsed wall and said, "Let's go."
This scene was extremely familiar, just like the time when Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou went down the mountain to look for the Nightmare Stone and accidentally entered Lin Jinghong's secret realm at Dashipo.
When Yun Wanzhou took a step, Xie Wuyang moved his fingertips, and a red thread came out from his cuff and tied around Yun Wanzhou's wrist.
The discomfort in his wrist caused Yun Wanzhou to look down, then he looked up in surprise.
Xie Wuyang tugged at the red string and said with a smile, "Master, I'm afraid I'll get lost."
…
Facts have proved that compared to Lin Jinghong's secret realm, there is no other danger here except for the powerful barrier. Naturally, the red line is of no use and hangs loosely on the wrists of the two men.
The secret passage was not long and we reached the end soon.
Jiang Lin's original purpose of building the dark room should be to hide some rare treasures, high-level magic weapons and elixirs.
When Xie Wuyang came in, there were objects piled up everywhere. Any item he picked up was something that cultivators in the cultivation world would fight to get.
Even when Xie Wuyang was the Demon Lord, he had never seen so many heavenly-grade objects.
The difference is that here in Jiang Lin's place, these things are like useless junk, piled up everywhere and covered with dust.
After seeing this scene, Xie Wuyang had a new understanding of the wealth of the Wax Apple Clan.
There are not many things in the dark room, and finding the Nightmare Stone is not an easy task. One can only rely on the sound of the sword again to find the hidden spiritual weapon.
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