It must be said that there are quite a few treasures inside this main hall.
Some factions even fought each other over a single high-level Xuan-rank martial arts manual.
"Master, look, what is this?" Just then, a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect shouted to Ning Tian.
Upon hearing this, Ning Tian looked over.
It was a tiny black sphere, and he said, "It should be a magical artifact; you can keep it for yourself."
"I see..."
The disciple was clearly disappointed, but he could only put the magic weapon away.
For ordinary disciples, having a ritual implement is already quite good.
It is much better than ordinary weapons.
"Alright, let's keep looking. Hehe, there are quite a few treasures in this main hall." Ning Tian smiled and called on the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples to continue searching.
As time went on, many people found good things in the main hall.
But no one noticed that three figures were quietly stepping onto the palace steps and moving towards the throne.
These three were disciples of the One Sword Sect.
"Brother Sword, do we really want to get close to that skeleton? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" A handsome disciple looked at the skeleton on the throne with some fear.
"Yes, Senior Brother Swordsman..."
Another disciple also spoke with a bitter expression.
"What? You're afraid of someone who's been dead for who knows how many years?"
Seeing how worried the two of them were, Jian Wusheng immediately let out a cold laugh.
"Are you afraid that this dead man will suddenly bite you?"
"No, that's not it." The two disciples quickly shook their heads.
"no?"
"No, then hurry up and come with me!"
Jian Wusheng glared at the two of them, then kicked them directly in the buttocks.
Even though the two of them almost tripped and fell flat on their faces, they didn't dare to utter a single word of complaint.
Sword is silent, but the Sword Sect has the best chance of producing a disciple who can reach the God Emperor realm!
"yes..."
"Brother Jian, let's go over there now."
The two nodded hastily and scrambled up the steps.
Seeing this, Jian Wusheng smiled and slowly followed.
The three of them arrived beside the throne, and upon seeing the maggots wriggling among the bones, the two disciples nearly vomited.
"Brother Sword, these skeletons look so shabby, there probably aren't any treasures here, right?"
"What do you know?"
Jian Wusheng snorted coldly, examining the skeleton, a smug smile appearing on his lips.
"You think I'm one of those stupid guys? Searching the main hall? Heh, this good stuff is definitely hidden near the throne."
After saying that, his gaze sharpened as he looked at the skeletal finger.
There seems to be a ring there.
"Hehe, here comes the good stuff!"
Jian Wusheng sneered, took out a piece of cloth, and gently wiped the dusty ring.
The ring is set with a black gemstone, giving it a very antique look.
"This is......"
Jian Wusheng's pupils contracted, and he gasped, "A storage ring!"
This thing is at least a magical artifact!
But this is merely a magical artifact, which shouldn't have surprised Jian Wusheng so much!
Rather, this storage ring has the characteristic of storing things. Even if a Heavenly Venerable expert dies, he will still wear it. What does that mean?
That means they're all treasures!
"Hahaha!"
"I sent it!"
Jian Wusheng laughed, a burning greed flashing in his eyes. He immediately reached out and touched the storage ring.
He was filled with pride.
This storage ring must contain all the treasures from the entire Heavenly Venerable's tomb.
Once he obtains this storage ring, all the treasures in the entire tomb will be in his hands, while these foolish people will remain in the dark, slowly searching for the treasures!
Jian Wusheng became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his hand landed on the storage ring.
Immediately, exert force.
He wanted to pull the hidden ring off his bony finger.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
"I refuse to believe this nonsense."
A flash of anger crossed Jian Wusheng's eyes. He was a Saint Emperor Realm One-Star expert. How could he not even be able to pull a ring off a dead man's hand?
He subtly activated his spiritual energy.
Unfortunately, it was to no avail.
"You two, come help me!"
Left with no other choice, Jian Wusheng could only give orders to the two disciples beside him.
"Yes, Senior Brother Sword."
Upon hearing this, two disciples came over and began to grip the sword silently, exerting force repeatedly.
Strangely, even the combined strength of the three of them couldn't harm the storage ring.
"Damn it, you two pieces of trash, get out of my way!"
Enraged, Jian Wusheng shoved the two disciples aside, began circulating his spiritual energy, and continued to exert himself alone.
"hiss..."
Suddenly, he frowned, feeling a slight pain in his thumb.
He looked over.
I discovered that my thumb was accidentally scratched by the protrusion of the storage ring.
"What bad luck."
Jian Wusheng frowned and snorted coldly.
Just as he was about to switch hands and continue, he was horrified to discover that what was originally a minor wound on his thumb was now bleeding profusely!
Soon, blood enveloped the entire storage ring!
"What, what's going on!?"
At that moment, a look of panic flashed in Jian Wusheng's eyes. He tried to pull his hand out, but it wouldn't budge, as if his hand had been fixed in place!
"Quick...quick...come help me!"
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