On a wide street, there is a magnificent and gorgeous courtyard, with armed soldiers guarding the gate all year round. Residents living nearby are afraid of this magnificent courtyard, and they always avoid it from a distance and dare not pass through the gate of this courtyard. When they have to pass through the gate of the courtyard, everyone holds their breath, lowers their heads and walks quickly. Inside this magnificent courtyard is the famous Zhenguo Army, the Zi Department. The Zhenguo Army has a total of Tiandi Zi Department, which is the strongest fighting force of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is full of arrogant soldiers and brave generals, and they kill like flies. At this time, in a hall in the courtyard. The head of the Zi Department, General Ji, is sitting on a tiger-skin chair. General Ji exuded a terrifying aura, making the rats in the cave tremble, and the mosquitoes nearby dared not pass by him. "How is the progress of Daoxuan Secret Treasure?" "General, I have arranged to spread the news in various places according to your instructions half a year ago.
Now the evil monks in various places have received the information and are rushing to Daoxuan Secret Treasure." The general who bowed and replied below was tall and strong. He was the one who welcomed Ji Cang and Chen Pang at Sheshan last time. "Well, you did a good job!" General Ji held his hands and nodded slightly. "How many people have entered Daoxuan's secret collection so far?" "According to the report from my subordinates an hour ago, more than 300 people have entered the secret collection, including more than 200 people who have established their foundation, and the rest are practicing Qi." "No Jindan cultivators?" "Probably not. Maybe there are some who hide their cultivation, which is also possible." General Ji frowned slightly when he heard this. The older these evil cultivators are, the higher their cultivation, but they are more afraid of death. Faced with such a good opportunity, they can still keep their composure. "There is not a single big fish. Wait a minute. Don't alarm the snake for the time being." "Also, don't continue to spread information. You should know what you should know now. Everything is better than too little." "I obey your orders!" Pang Chen bowed his hands and saluted, then left. A day later, Pang Chen came back and continued to report to General Ji. "General, we have entered more than 100 people from yesterday to today, and now there are more than 400 people in the Daoxuan Secret Collection." "Still no big fish?" "No!" Fatty Chen shook his head. "Don't alarm the snake, keep going, there must be a big fish."
"As long as you can catch a big fish, you can beat countless small shrimps." General Ji firmly believed that there must be big fish that have not appeared. Two days later, Fatty Chen reported again. "I went to investigate personally and entered more than 100 people, but still did not find any Jindan monks." "Keep waiting..." ………… Ergou walked forward along the stone road, and when he saw a taller house, he went in to take a look. If there was one, he would withdraw and continue to look for the next one. He walked and stopped along the way, and he had seen several stone tablets in a row. As expected, it was similar to what he guessed. Each stone tablet recorded a person who had died in battle for the Great Zhou Dynasty. Some of them came from Daoxuan Sect, some from other sects, and some were even just ordinary casual cultivators. But all of them had a common goal, which was to establish a dynasty belonging to all tribes. To establish a home that could protect all tribes. From the records of these dead monks, we can roughly see how chaotic the world was more than 10,000 years ago. At that time, the major races on the continent were intricate, including monsters, zombies, ghosts, giants, and sea tribes in the east. These forces all had the habit of attacking and plundering each other, and the strong preying on the weak. Today, the human cultivators caught two monsters to eat, and tomorrow the monsters caught a few monsters to fill their stomachs. Originally, the major races fought back and forth, and everyone was evenly matched. No one had a clear advantage, and no one was completely at a disadvantage. But at that time, there was a big problem within the ro tribe. There were a large number of demonic and evil sects in the ro tribe. These evil monks did not dare to compete for resources with foreign races such as demons and ghosts, but instead aimed at the weaker ro. They regarded the weak ro tribe members of the same kind as their cultivation resources. As a result of their actions, the internal fighting of the ro tribe continued, and the entire ro tribe was about to perish. At this time, a group of ro monks stood up and shouted "Kill the internal traitors and expel the foreign races". Soon, a large number of benevolent and patriotic people responded, some of them went to the battle with their entire families, and some sold their property to support. The tribe regained its spirits. However, these people died early in the war and had no chance to see the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Ergou finished reading the contents of a stone tablet and bowed deeply in front of the stone tablet.
He didn't like the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he still respected those who gave up their homes and lives for the entire tribe. Walking out of this house, there were more and more people on the stone road, and various fights became more frequent. Because after this period of time, everyone has discovered that each tombstone can only be viewed by one person at a time. After one person has finished viewing it, it will take some time for the stone tablet to recover and allow the next person to view it again. Sometimes when you encounter a stone tablet that you like, it is inevitable that there will be a fight. The owner of the tombstone I just saw was a Jindan cultivator, and he got a technique that could help him cultivate to the Jindan stage. So far, he has obtained a Jindan stage cultivation method. Ergou felt that his spiritual consciousness was a bit exhausted, so he had to find a place to rest and recover his spiritual consciousness. He looked around and saw that a house had collapsed for the most part, and the tombstone was also pushed down. There would be no one to fight for such a place, so he walked in. After walking in, seeing the pushed down tombstone, Ergou felt disgusted with these evil practices. The owners of these tombstones are all worthy of respect. It is a blessing to be able to get a legacy from the tomb owner. The behavior of these evil practitioners is equivalent to drinking water from the well and taking a shit in the well. He casually glanced at the tombstones on the ground. "The Tomb of Master Qianji" Huh! Seeing the name of Master Qianji, Ergou naturally thought of the book "Qianji Yin" in his hand. Thinking of this, he asked the goose to guard the door and sit next to the stone tablet, intending to recover his consciousness first. He would check the tombstone later to see if he could get the inheritance from it. Not long after he sat down, a masked man walked to the door and was blocked by the goose. The man glanced at Ergou inside, saw someone inside, and left in a hurry. Ergou ignored him and continued to meditate to recover his consciousness. Every time he looked at a tombstone, he would consume a lot of consciousness. The stronger the tomb owner was during his lifetime, the higher the level of the inherited skills, and the more consciousness he would consume. This sitting took more than half a day, and his consciousness was finally almost recovered. Ergou put his hand on the tombstone and probed his spiritual sense. After a long time, he finally saw a series of slightly broken images. An old man with a hunchback was making exquisite weapons. These weapons are different from the weapons commonly used by monks.
For example, a crossbow can shoot powerful arrows as long as the spiritual stones are inlaid on it. There is also a wooden puppet that can pick up weapons and fight. Because these weapons made by Qianji Lao posed a great threat to the enemy, Qianji Lao was finally assassinated. After watching the images, a huge stream of information poured into Ergou's mind. The amount of information was too huge, and Ergou felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand. The spiritual sense that had just recovered was consumed again. At the same time, the tombstone of Qianji Lao also collapsed and broke into a pile of rotten stones. Ergou's spiritual consciousness was consumed too much, and he felt dizzy, as if his body was hollowed out, and sat on the ground. If it weren't for the danger here, he really wanted to lie down and sleep all day and night. "Gaga..." Just when he was weakest, the big goose guarding the door spread its wings and blocked the door. There were several foundation-building monks standing at the door, emitting terrifying pressure. The big goose was only equivalent to the strength of the late stage of Qi training. Now facing several foundation-building monks at the same time, it still held its head high, spread its wings, and guarded the door, not giving an inch. The big goose never surrenders! Many times, Ergou had to admire the big goose's fearless and stubborn spirit. I can only sigh that I am not as good as it. "Flat-haired beast, you don't know how to live or die!" A foundation-building evil cultivator flashed a flying sword in his hand and chopped it towards the goose's neck. When the goose gave a warning, Ergou had already released the snake from the gourd. Before the flying sword could chop the goose's neck, a huge snake head suddenly stretched out from behind the goose. The snake head grabbed the flying sword. "Don't swallow it!" Before Ergou finished speaking, the snake had swallowed the flying sword into its stomach. Alas, another good flying sword, worth dozens of spirit stones, just gone. A spendthrift, he doesn't know how to live. Just when Ergou was still feeling sorry for the flying sword, the snake stretched its head forward and opened its mouth. There was one less foundation-building cultivator standing at the door. At the same time, two more heads of big snakes squeezed out from the door.
One by one. The remaining foundation-building cultivators dared not fight and turned around to flee. "Baby snake, you did a great job!" "Eat them all!" Chang Ling'er's excited voice rang in Ergou's mind. The big snakes were about to chase after Chang Ling'er's command. "Come back!" Ergou hurriedly called the big snake back. His spiritual consciousness was over-consumed and he had no fighting power at all. If he met another enemy, his life would be in danger. Just when Ergou called the snake back, Zhang Youxin showed a regretful look in the room across the stone road. Judging from his figure, the masked man who was seen at the door with Ergou at the beginning was him. He knew that he was no match for Ergou, so he lured a few evil cultivators over. Unexpectedly, these idiots were useless. Not only were they eaten by the snake, but they couldn't even lure the big snake away.