【Name: Burial Coffin】

【Type: Magical Weapon】

[Grade: Xuan Grade Upper Grade]

[Features: Space, Bloodsucking, Burial]

[Main material: blood-sucking wood]

[Status: Yin Qi Loss]

【Note: Essential for home and travel】

Xuan-level top grade!!!

Oh my god!

Jiang Li was shocked. He had originally thought that as long as he could get a lower-grade Xuan-level item, he would be satisfied.

However, it is indeed the legacy of a Jindan cultivator! This coffin, which looks plain and can be sold for at most three taels of silver in the mortal world, is actually of the highest grade of Xuan-grade! Although the Yin Burial Coffin may have been ownerless for too long and has not been effectively maintained, and has lost its Yin Qi, a Xuan-grade upper grade is still a Xuan-grade upper grade, which is a high-grade product that ordinary cultivators may not be able to touch in their lifetime.

Big profit! Big profit! With a wave of his hand, the coffin floated up and automatically shrank, and soon turned into a delicate small coffin the size of a palm, flying into Jiang Li's palm.

It can be big or small, light or heavy, and it even has a space inside.

Jiang Li didn’t know the capacity of other storage magic weapons, but this burial coffin was big enough to be astonishing.

Even if it does not have any other functions and is simply used as a magic storage device, it would probably be worthy of the upper-grade Xuan-level grade.

Jiang Li grinned and giggled foolishly, stuffing the coffin into his arms very preciously. Then he stood up and walked slowly towards the flying boat in Sutra Valley with satisfaction.

Eh? Did I forget something? Oh my god, I forgot to take the black zombie away! Jiang Li was eager to collect the treasure, but he forgot about the black zombie who had worked so hard this time.

He hurried back to throw away the coffin, retrieved the black zombie, and then continued on his way back.

Black Zombie:(╬￣皿￣)mmpAfter his own flying boat arrived, there was no loud noise from that side for a while. It seemed that the battle was over.

Sure enough, after he approached cautiously, no accidents occurred.

The Mazu River, which was originally very turbid, has now become pitch black, and under the rising sun, it emits a suffocating stench!

No wonder those Yin corpses are not welcomed by monks, they are simply biological weapons.

The fish in this river are absolutely dying off. It is estimated that it will take at least 50 years for the ecology to gradually recover.

There are still large pieces of floating ice on the river.

Many monks were breaking up the floating ice and casting special fishing nets to fish for something. Their target might be the remains of a monk or the ownerless magic weapon of a fallen monk, but it couldn't be a dead fish.

"Jiang Li, you're back. Are you injured?"

Jiang Li returned to the original location of the Sutra Valley camp. He did not see Elder Weng Sanqi, but saw Yu Banxia, ​​Lu Qianqian and others.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. Why are you here?"

As soon as Jiang Li opened his mouth, he realized that he had asked a stupid question. The flying boat in the sky was still floating there, so shouldn't they be here?

"We came here on the sect's flying boat. Elder Weng Sanqi and several inner sect brothers here have gone on board to recuperate."

"Elder Duan asked us to come down and clean up the battlefield by ourselves. If we gain anything, it will be ours."

Injured? Jiang Li was stunned. His real body was far away, and the black zombie was hiding at the bottom of the river. He really didn't know what the battle was like just now.

"Cleaning up the battlefield? I just saw quite a few monks fishing in the river. Is there anything they can fish out of the river?"

Jiang Li couldn't reveal the fact that the black zombie had been lurking in the water, as that would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble, so he pretended to ask.

"In fact, there is not much to gain. The elders and inner sect brothers do not think highly of it. It is only useful to us outer sect disciples and some independent cultivators. That's all you can see."

Jiang Li understood as soon as he saw it.

The magic weapon of the dead monk.

If a monk's body falls into the river, it will be dragged away by the underwater tree roots and cannot be salvaged at all.

All that could be salvaged were these discarded magic weapons.

"These magic weapons should no longer be usable."

The water of the Mazu River has been completely dyed black by the blood of the Yin corpses. These magic weapons have fallen into the river and been soaked for such a long time. It would be a miracle if they can still be useful, unless they are of evil nature themselves.

"It can't be used, but some of the materials used in the magic weapon can be melted down and reused. Jiang Li, you can pick one too."

Jiang Li understood that there was such a thing, but after making a fortune, he had lost interest in such petty gains... Bullshit.

Jiang Li regretted inwardly: Damn it! If I had known earlier, I would have asked Hei Jiang to search for more down there!

As it was hard to refuse the kindness of Yu Banxia and the others, Jiang Li had no choice but to pick out a damaged hook-shaped magic weapon and put it in his pocket.

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"Jiang Li, thank you so much for the mission. If you hadn't notified the sect in time, I'm afraid all of us would have died there yesterday."

"You contributed the most to this mission. When the sect awards the rewards, you should get the largest share."

After a pause, Yu Banxia talked about the previous mission again. The faces of the other people beside them were not very good either.

After all, all those ups and downs, life and death, happened only yesterday.

Two of their companions died, and the five of them were all injured, with thick bandages wrapped around their bodies. They actually looked much more miserable than Jiang Li.

But Yu Banxia still mentioned the previous agreement, that they would give him a share of their harvest.

Jiang Li was actually a little embarrassed, because under the care of Elder Weng Sanqi, the sect had already decided to give him a reward far greater than that of the other people.

"We are all friends, why say these things?"

"I also heard about the two of them. I'm so sorry. If I had been faster, maybe they wouldn't have died."

Everyone was silent again. Jiang Li was not very familiar with the two dead disciples, but the five of them had a good relationship with the dead, so they must be in a very low mood. He didn't know if this was a comfort to the living.

"I already said we are friends, why are you saying all this? If you want to blame someone, blame those greedy independent cultivators."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. The rewards given by the sect this time are very generous, enough to support our practice for a long time. In the next period of time, we don't need to go on any more missions."

"I plan to practice hard and participate in the outer sect competition this year!"

When Yu Banxia said this, even Jiang Li was surprised.

Not all outer disciples are weaklings. There are quite a few seniors who have high-grade spiritual roots and are in the late stage of Qi training.

They have deeper skills, more sophisticated techniques, and richer experience. A first-year newcomer cannot compete with them.

Jiang Li is fine, but where does Yu Banxia get his confidence from? ? "Are you serious?"

Jiang Li asked in surprise.

"It's just an outer sect competition, there's no need to be so nervous. Even if you can't win, accumulating some experience can give you an advantage in the future."

Oh, so that's how it is. Jiang Li thought he had also obtained some great opportunity in southern India.

"In that case, count me in as one."

Jiang Li stretched his body, and his bones crackled. It was just a mere outer sect competition, so just wait for him to reap the heads!

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