I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Ningruan has no requirements on the battle formation.

But she felt that this plan was a little too smooth.

But the reality is often not so smooth.

For example, when she goes out this time, she will definitely not just face the Xuanshui Clan.

Judging from the time, other races should be here soon, no matter how slow they are.

Do they have no backup plan?

"Where are your people? Didn't they follow you?"

Ning Ruan strode towards the alcove.

He asked casually.

Shui Ling'er followed Ning Ruan briskly, blinking when she heard the words, "They should still be on the upper floor right now, right? But they are surrounded by formation masters, so they will definitely be able to get out, it just takes some time."

"Then how did you get out?"

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator narrowed her eyes slightly, looking up and down at Shui Ling'er's back with scrutiny and curiosity, and asked.

"I just walked out directly." Shui Ling'er pointed at her eyes:

"Where there's a formation, there will be traces of fluctuations. If you look carefully, you can see them."

“…”If it was really that simple, why would so many monks have died there before?

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was too lazy to spray.

The words of these destined ones are more irritating than the other.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, what are these? Why do they look like spiritual weapons?"

But in just a moment, several people had approached the alcove.

Shui Ling'er was curious and subconsciously reached out to the first niche.

But when it stretched out halfway, it retracted again.

He muttered to himself, "This thing looks weird. Could it be related to the Blood Bat Clan cultivator who just ran over?"

"..." Sour.

Too sour.

Is this the intuition of Destiny's Child?

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was envious to death.

Ning Ruan just glanced at it and then looked away.

Keep going.

The further we went, the more we realized how many niches were densely packed on both sides of the stone stairs.

She even saw her feather fan in it.

But at this moment, the feather fan was placed together with other things.

The light dimmed.

It looks like it's not worth much.

"Can spiritual weapons be used for trading?"

Ning Ruan asked Han Ze.

The latter nodded and said, "Yes, but it is also random. Only if the curser himself feels that your spiritual weapon is valuable, will it be possible to passively trade it."

"What if it's worthless?"

"It's worthless..." Han Ze said in a deep voice: "Then it will take the valuable things from you, your cultivation, your mind...even a living Nascent Soul."

The last one was just added by the remnant soul.

Now he doesn't even know what the Nascent Soul is.

I only roughly know that the mayors of the ten cities in the Eternal Domain should be at this level.

It's still far away from him.

"But this fan... isn't worth much, is it?" Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow slightly. "My spiritual power is almost exhausted. Its value... is it just for fanning?"

Before Han Ze could react, the residual soul in his body could no longer sit still.

"What do you mean by fanning the wind? This is the Soul Burial Feather. How can its value be estimated?"

"Senior doesn't remember what happened back then, but he remembers the spiritual weapon." Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the miniature version of 'Han Ze' said meaningfully, "What a coincidence."

"..."

The remnant soul's voice suddenly stopped. The blurry soul image fluctuated violently for a few times, and soon regained its composure.

"That's different. Even if I've lost my original memories, don't I still know which tribe I came from?"

"I just lost... the memory of the genocide."

"But I naturally still remember treasures like the Soul Burial Feather."

The smaller version of 'Han Ze' just smiled and said nothing more.

Han Ze, who was standing beside the niche, said in a serious tone, "Senior Sister Ning, this item is called the Soul Burial Feather, a treasure of the Curse Crow Clan. I think there is something wrong with the spell, and it is only being judged based on its value back then."

That makes sense... Ning Ruan withdrew her gaze.

When she reached the corner, she stopped, holding a few spiritual weapons that she had just taken out in her hands, and looked up at the jade bracelet emitting light in the niche.

Suddenly he raised his hand and touched it.

As soon as his fingers touched the cool surface of the jade bracelet, the originally soft light in the niche suddenly became dazzling.

She could clearly feel an invisible and mysterious force entering her body in an instant.

Even her defensive vestments were unable to protect her from it.

next moment.

Three spiritual weapons were missing from his hands.

The jade bracelet that she touched was taken out just like that.

The moment it left the niche, the light from the jade bracelet dissipated.

Instead, the three spiritual weapons entered the niche together and began to emit the same light as the jade bracelet.

"Is this the deal?"

Ning Ruan took the jade bracelet and looked at it for a moment, then asked Han Ze.

"...Yes." Han nodded.

I originally thought that if there was nothing edible, Senior Sister Ning would not trade.

As a result, she became the first person to make the transaction... It's... very strange.

Ning Ruan put the jade bracelet on her wrist.

Han Ze said, "Senior Sister Ning, after successfully refining this item, it can block the full force attack of a cultivator three major realms higher than you. Even if you reach the thirteenth realm, you can still block the strongest attack of a cultivator one major realm higher than you."

"It is effective all the way to the Nascent Soul stage."

"But right now, I can't stop the attack of a Nascent Soul expert. I have to wait until Senior Sister Ning reaches the Golden Core stage."

He added silently.

Theoretically speaking, no matter how powerful a spiritual weapon is, it still depends on the user's cultivation level.

The stronger your cultivation, the more you can fully exert the effectiveness of the spiritual weapon.

...But this rule is obviously useless to Senior Sister Ning.

The iron pot is like this, her natal flying sword is like this, and even her previous sword box is like this... It seems that there is no realm limit at all.

"The three great realms..."

Ning Ruan touched the jade bracelet.

She is now in the middle stage of the ninth realm, which is the twelfth realm.

...If someone really reached the twelfth level, she would kill him with just a few punches.

What else is there to defend?

It was a bit tasteless, but she didn't throw it away. Instead, she continued to look back.

Shui Ling'er seemed to be thinking about something.

She also followed Ning Ruan's example and took out several spiritual weapons. After walking for a distance, she also touched one of the niches.

There was only a palm-sized, inky black fragment inside.

Can't tell what material it is.

But it should be able to be used to refine weapons.

Like Ning Ruan, the moment her fingers touched the fragments, all the spiritual weapons in her hands fell into the alcove.

The fragments in the niche fell smoothly into her hands.

“So that’s how it’s played!”

Shui Ling'er happily played with the fragments in her hand. "But it's not dangerous. Why did that Blood Bat Clan monk end up in that state?"

She tilted her head, her clear eyes filled with pure confusion as she looked at Han Ze: "Is it because he was too greedy and made so many transactions?"

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand, her tone somewhat weak: "Little girl, aren't you too naive? Not everyone has such... Such a rich family background as yours, and can casually take out a few spiritual tools to 'play' with."

"The spiritual weapons they took out will be considered part of the transaction price, but they took very little and it's not worth much. What will happen then?"

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator could even imagine how the one from the Blood Bat Clan was attacked.

He had been holding a feather fan, which would certainly be considered the first price.

Even if he didn't know the rules at first, he should have roughly understood it when the feather fan disappeared and was replaced by something else.

But it's no use understanding it.

He couldn't produce many valuable spiritual weapons.

Or maybe, he just wanted to give it a try, just in case he could deceive the spell, so he took the spiritual weapon to make a deal.

If it's not valuable enough, the spell won't give him a chance to regret it.

They directly and forcibly took away his cultivation and even his sanity.

"So that's how it is." Shui Ling'er understood.

But it did not affect her subsequent crazy trading.

I originally thought Ning Ruan would be the one with the most transactions.

But she guessed wrong.

After the jade bracelet, Ning Ruan had nothing else that caught his eye.

On the contrary, Shui Ling'er had traded more than a dozen times.

He is always generous.

She was like she had discovered some new toy.

A pair of bright eyes swept across the niches on both sides, and she accurately selected the target with her mysterious "intuition".

"This feels warm and is suitable for winter!" - She changed it for a warm jade cushion that can heat up automatically.

"This sparkling thing will look great hanging on my flying spiritual weapon!" - She exchanged it for a string of pearls that could emit colorful rays of light.

"This is not bad either..."

"and this……"

Nine-tailed female cultivator: "..."

She just watched Shui Ling'er quickly complete more than a dozen transactions in this short period of time.

From the initial shock to the subsequent numbness, it only took a moment.

Not only did she change it for herself, she even asked Ning Ruan, "Fellow Daoist Ning, do you have anything you like? I'll give it to you."

Ning Ruan kept walking, "No, there is nothing to eat. It's useless to me. I don't like it."

He didn't even particularly like the jade bracelet on her wrist.

It's just a novelty.

I thought I would see something interesting, but in the end, I didn't come across anything useful.

"..." Mo Feng followed everyone silently and couldn't help but touch his slightly empty storage ring.

Actually, it’s not really empty.

But the good stuff... he really couldn't get it out.

Along the way, there were so many things that moved him.

But the more tempted he was, the less he dared to make the deal.

Afraid of getting himself into trouble.

Han Ze also traded two spiritual weapons and one refining material.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was originally very disgusted with the strange spells of the Curse Crow Clan.

But Shui Ling'er made transactions again and again.

Her heart, which had originally been determined to reject it, could not help but waver.

Finally, at the end of the alcove, he exchanged for two life-saving spiritual weapons in one go.

After dying once, she is now only obsessed with things that can save her life.

The niche in the stone wall ahead finally disappeared.

But under the stone wall.

There was suddenly an extra body.

It was obvious that he had died not long ago.

Han Ze stepped forward to check and shook his head, saying, "The spiritual storage device on my body is missing. It must have been done by another cultivator."

In addition to the corpses, there were clear signs of fighting all around.

The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator was used to seeing the thieves robbing each other.

Even she herself has done this kind of black-eating-black thing.

He immediately sneered and said, "This is really a good idea with no risk. Wait until others get something from the niche, then just attack and kill them, and get the spiritual weapon for free."

"Can you tell what realm the person who killed him is at?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes and took a look around with the faint light emitted from the alcove. "It seems that there is more than one person who did it."

"Golden Core Cultivation." The Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator spread her hands, "Two."

"But they are just unlucky to have met you."

"Boy." She raised her chin towards Han Ze, "I think we have reached the bottom, right? Where is the immortal weapon?"

In fact, she still doesn't really believe that there are any magical weapons here.

And there are two of them...

But since Ning Ruan believed it, and this person who kept talking about Senior Sister Ning also kept saying so, she thought it would be okay to come and take a look.

Han Ze stepped forward and looked at the two forks in the road ahead.

I didn't choose any of them.

Instead, it crashed directly into the stone wall opposite.

Ning Ruan: "..."

Nine-tailed female cultivator: "..."

Just like the stone door on the previous level, the moment Han Ze rushed through it, there seemed to be no obstacles in front of him.

And his figure disappeared.

"..." After taking a deep breath, the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator forced herself not to complain out loud.

She now really thinks that the Curse Crow Clan is sick.

I can make so many things under my own altar.

Shui Ling'er touched the wall curiously.

Then he imitated Han Ze and rushed forward suddenly.

After she disappeared from their sight, Ning Ruan and the other two followed her in.

Once you pass through the wall, the view opens up suddenly.

Finally, it is no longer a narrow and depressing stone staircase corridor.

Instead, they were in a huge underground temple.

The dome is high and hidden in the deep darkness, like an inverted night sky.

But there were also countless star-like dim lights embedded in it, casting a cold glow, barely illuminating this space that had been silent for who knows how many years.

The floor of the entire temple is paved with huge pieces of black jade, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the "stars" on the top.

In the very center of the hall stands a giant statue that is dozens of feet tall.

Its appearance is exactly the same as that of the Curse Crow Clan.

He held his head high, his sharp beak pointing towards the dome, and his empty eye sockets seemed to be staring into the endless void.

Below him are countless smaller but equally exquisitely carved statues of the Curse Crow Clan.

They have different postures.

But without exception, they all showed a kneeling posture, lowered their heads, and folded their wings. They were densely packed, hundreds and thousands, like the most loyal subjects, paying eternal homage to the statue in the center wearing robes and boots.

At this moment, Ning Ruan was also looking at the statue in the center.

To be precise, everyone was looking at him.

Especially the robe and boots he was wearing...

Ink-colored clothes.

Ink-colored boots.

"It's actually... a real immortal weapon?"

The moment he stepped into this place, the Nine-tailed Female Cultivator's gaze was already focused here.

The rich immortal energy was many times stronger than the aura leaked from Ning Ruan's semi-immortal weapon.

Even Mo Feng, who had never seen any immortal artifacts, felt his heart beat violently instinctively the moment he saw them.

This thing... must be a magical weapon!