My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Chu Ci took out the items in the ring one by one and examined them carefully, and found that there were many treasures hidden inside.

But unfortunately, some of the magic weapons have lost their spiritual energy due to the passage of time, and the spiritual herbs that were pulled out are difficult to preserve for a long time. Only some refining materials are left intact.

After Chu Ci threw away those useless objects, he continued to fill the ring with books.

He put one book after another in until the largest ring was almost half full, and then he finally put away all the books on the bookshelf.

He also noticed that at the bottom row was a complete set of Ming Ling Jue exercises, with volumes one to twenty all there. As long as he completed these practices, his spiritual roots would be able to reach the extreme, reaching the realm of simplicity, lightness, clarity and brightness described in the book.

Then, Chu Ci's eyes fell on the bookshelf again. He had noticed before that the material used for the bookshelf was unusual.

Perhaps in order to better preserve these martial arts secrets, the bookshelf itself has a strange suction force. Whenever he gets close to it, he can clearly feel the loss of water spirit power in his body.

Faced with such rare materials, Chu Ci couldn't help but feel the urge to take the entire bookshelf away.

But the storage space he had was far from enough to accommodate it, not to mention that there must be more precious treasures in other places, and the limited space could not be filled up easily.

Thinking of this, Chu Ci summoned a flying sword and began to chop. Although the bookshelf was also very hard, under the attack of his flying sword, a section several feet long soon fell off.

Chu Ci swung his sword again, intending to cut off more and take them away.

Just then, a sound of fighting was heard, and from the direction it seemed that both sides of the battle were coming up the stairs.

Chu Ci was startled and quickly stopped the flying sword and looked towards the stairs. He saw a woman rushing down from below. This person was none other than Leng Qingqiu.

Following behind her were two Jindan warriors dressed in black.

Chu Ci frowned. Could it be that Tuoba Li and the others had also come in? Before he could think about it, the three of them flew up to the second floor one after another.

Leng Qingqiu looked quite miserable at this moment, his hair was disheveled, his face was as pale as paper, and his right arm was seriously injured. Blood kept gushing out of the wound and dripping down his arm.

"Chu Ci?!" Leng Qingqiu just climbed the stairs and caught a glimpse of Chu Ci's figure. As if he had found a life-saving straw, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Fellow Daoist Chu, save me!"

At this time, two Jindan warriors in black had also chased after Leng Qingqiu. One of them held a crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand and without saying a word, he stabbed Leng Qingqiu in the back.

At this critical moment, Leng Qingqiu's body shook violently and split into two parts.

Her original true body instantly turned into a shadow, and she herself flashed with bursts of spiritual light and flew straight towards where Chu Ci was.

The black-clad warrior chopped the shadow with his scimitar, easily shattering it, but he did not stop and immediately chased after Leng Qingqiu.

After Chu Ci saw the situation clearly, he did not hesitate at all. He tapped his feet lightly, and his figure suddenly flashed, and he quickly fled in the opposite direction of Leng Qingqiu.

He was not afraid of the two Jindan cultivators, but the hall was full of treasures at the moment. Chu Ci just wanted to collect the treasures quickly and was not willing to get entangled any further.

Leng Qingqiu originally hoped that Chu Ci could lend a helping hand and at least resist, but when she saw Chu Ci actually turned around and fled, obviously not intending to intervene in the matter, she couldn't help but feel angry.

However, the current situation was urgent and she had no time to think. Seeing the two powerful enemies behind her pressing on, Leng Qingqiu changed direction immediately and followed Chu Ci. In a hurry, she still did not forget to look back at the bookshelf with a corner cut off and the debris on the ground.

Through these she could roughly judge that Chu Ci must have obtained a lot of things, otherwise he would not have needed to throw away so much to make room.

At the same time, the two black warriors also changed direction and followed closely behind like a shadow.

Leng Qingqiu was already running at full speed, but was surprised to find that Chu Ci's speed was much faster than his. In just a few breaths, he had left him far behind.

Leng Qingqiu's heart sank, and he immediately realized that with Chu Ci's speed, even the two Jindan warriors behind him would not be able to match him. So it seemed that he had to rely on himself to deal with this difficult situation in the end.

While he was thinking, Chu Ci's figure in front of him was getting farther and farther away, and was about to disappear. Leng Qingqiu was anxious and tried harder to catch up.

But at this moment, a dramatic scene took place. The black-clad warrior who had been chasing them suddenly stopped, and both of them lowered their heads to stare at a small black token hanging around their waists.

After the two exchanged glances, they quickly changed direction as if they had received some kind of instruction, and retreated quickly back the way they came without looking back.

Leng Qingqiu had already fallen into despair, but found that the enemy had left for no reason. He couldn't help but feel very surprised, but he felt a lot more at ease in his heart.

Chu Ci also noticed it. He glanced back and although he saw that the two Jindan warriors had left, his steps did not slow down at all and he rushed towards a house on the right.

There was something strange about this room. The whole room was shrouded in a layer of colorful halo, and these strange colorful lights came from above the head.

Chu Ci looked up and saw an enormous lampshade hanging above his head. Although there was no light in it, the lampshade itself emitted colorful light.

He looked closely and found that the lampshade was inlaid with sixteen colorful light pieces, each of which was as big as a tabletop.

Chu Ci flew up and looked closely. These pieces of light seemed to be some kind of scales. At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind - "Qi Lin Hou".

This is an ancient mythical beast. Its body is covered with colorful scales, as colorful as a rainbow, and it is extremely similar to the lampshade in front of you.

If these are really the scales of the Qilinhu, then their strength is probably hard to estimate. Even the attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator can be easily resisted.

Just now, when Leng Qingqiu saw Chu Ci disappear, he wanted to turn around and go somewhere else, but when he remembered the scene he had just seen, he thought for a moment and followed him.

When she entered the room, she immediately found Chu Ci hanging on the ceiling, holding a flying sword, concentrating on dismantling the huge lampshade.

With just a quick glance, Leng Qingqiu immediately determined that the light pieces on the lampshades were definitely not ordinary treasures.

Instantly, a surge of greed surged in her heart, and she wanted to rush forward and grab a few pieces immediately. If she could use this as material to refine a piece of defensive armor, then if she encountered a high-level monk in the future, she would not have to flee in embarrassment.

But Chu Ci had already arrived here, so it was inconvenient for her to forcefully fight for it. Most importantly, she knew that she was no match for Chu Ci.

Chu Ci, who was busy on the roof, had already noticed Leng Qingqiu's arrival, but he ignored him and continued to collect scales from the roof. He didn't fly down until the last scale was in his bag.