He put away the crystal-like, almost transparent "cactus" and said, "Is this thing drought-resistant? It would be perfect to plant it in the meteorite in the void!"
“Hey, these two heavenly medicines are extremely rich in substances that are close to the real thing!” Wang Xuan was surprised, and instantly realized that it was absolutely abnormal and amazing that this spiritual herb could survive the cold winter and live from an unknown mythological era to the present.
"The mythical civilization of the past was incredibly powerful, otherwise it would have been difficult to leave behind this forbidden area!" Chen Yongjie sighed, staring at the discharging head constructed by the clouds and the Lightning City.
Wang Xuan was very serious and said, "Old Chen, this is a mature heavenly medicine, and it contains rich, almost real exotic substances. In this era of depletion, it will ensure that you can enter the realm of free and easy travel!"
Chen Yongjie nodded solemnly and said, "Send it into the flesh and plant it in the life soil, otherwise I will not feel at ease."
Without a doubt, this is the greatest fortune the two have ever obtained. It is far more potent than the heavenly medicine seeds and can be used at any time without having to wait for a long time.
"I'm going to plant this herb into a meteorite. I don't know what will happen." Wang Xuan said to himself.
Up to now, he tried his best to avoid using ordinary super-matter to break through, and either relied on the super-quality matter from the ethereal land, or the trace amount of real matter found in the world.
Wang Xuan pulled out the arm-long iron rod from the tree roots and looked at it again and again. This should really be the main root of an amazing natural medicine, but it was cruelly stabbed to death by someone.
"Hmm?" He frowned. It didn't seem that the body was dead, so he decided to put it into the health furnace and see if it could be revived after some time.
"It's a pity that this may very well be the most powerful elixir of a mythical civilization, but it has been nailed down." Chen Yongjie also felt regretful.
The two of them quickly processed the elixir, released their bodies from the yellow gourd, and restored their spirits. In an instant, they felt as if they were stuck in mud and their movements were difficult.
"Clang!" The furnace cover was lifted, and the medicinal roots fell in. Wang Xuan closed the furnace cover. This vibration made the entire spiritual world roar.
In the ruins, the six treasure hunters were all shaking with fear. They looked around again and again with some suspicion.
"There is a treasure!"
"The most powerful flame of civilization must have forged a supreme treasure. Find it!"
Their confidence grew.
In the clouds, Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie returned to their primordial spirit state, staring at the thousand-winged bird of prey in the distance, isolating their own breath, avoiding it from afar in the mist, and walking around the ninth level of the spiritual ruins.
This area is very large and shrouded in mist. When it is truly opened, it turns out to be an island of considerable size.
"Is it reliable? This is like snatching food from a tiger's mouth." In the clouds and among the lightning, Chen Yongjie was wearing the Soul-Locking Bell Helmet, feeling very guilty.
Wang Xuan said: "We won't rob others, we will just keep an eye on the mysterious man wearing the silver mask. Anyway, we have made an enemy and are destined to be mortal enemies. As long as he makes a discovery or gains anything, we will specifically rob him!"
Anyway, there was a barrier between them, so even if they failed, it wouldn't matter. What if they succeeded? Could the mysterious man wearing a silver mask get out of the barrier and bite them?
"Okay, that's him, the big fat sheep!" Chen Yongjie nodded vigorously. He was almost beaten to death by this man, so naturally he had to find a chance to take revenge.
In the ninth level of the ruins, each of the six masters is one of the best in the world, but they encounter considerable resistance here.
In the ruins, a spiritual statue emerged, this time with a face and a clear expression. It is unknown how many years ago these spiritual remains of ancient humans lived.
"Human civilization has existed for much longer than we thought. Unfortunately, ordinary people can reproduce from generation to generation, but the vitality of extraordinary people is too short."
The war broke out. These were peerless spiritual statues, lifelike. Several men and women fought against six peerless masters. In the end, they were all injured, and several spiritual statues were gradually shattered.
Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie were extremely fearful. Peerless ancient god statues would appear here at any time. Who could withstand it except someone of Lao Zhang's level?
Half a quarter of an hour later, the six masters gathered in a square where there was a huge pile of ashes and some flickering fires.
"This mythical civilization is far more powerful than anything we have seen before, more brilliant than the Sanlindui, and more prosperous than the civilization that created the Xiaoyao Boat. However, they also failed, leaving only the remnants of their civilization."
"What's strange is, where is their treasure? It's not circulated in the world. Is it really sealed here?"
The six people stared at the huge embers, where blue smoke was curling and the remaining fire was flickering, and it could be completely extinguished at any time.
The six great masters blocked off Liuhe, thinking that if there was something left, it might be in this last pile of fire, so they started to dig up the fire.
According to legend, how could a powerful civilization that is most famous for refining treasures have no treasures left behind?
Outside the barrier, Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie hid in the clouds, close to the soft light curtain, staring carefully, feeling the same way, as if they were exploring the mythical ruins, looking for the final treasure.
"What's this?"
The man in black robe took the torn scripture and read it carefully. He was shocked and exclaimed: "They want to refine a powerful treasure flag!"
The man covered in golden light was startled when he heard this and said, "Could this civilization be the mythical civilization that refined the Body-Severing Flag and the God-Severing Flag?"
"It's... the Immortal Slaying Flag. You might also like to call it... the Imperial Dao Flag?"
The man wearing a silver mask was holding a scroll fragment, lost in thought. After a spiritual resonance, he read the following information: the most powerful mythological civilization at that time was indeed refining a treasure, and the name they wanted to give it was recorded here.
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