Ball Ball Cultivation

They arrived at a teleportation hall where more than a dozen people were already waiting. Everyone looked over when Qiuqiu and his group arrived. This time, Zhu Man took out ten high-grade spirit stones and put them into the remaining ten slots, and the teleportation array started.

After a dizzy spell, I came to an underground city. There were wisps of demonic energy and death energy floating everywhere, and the spiritual energy was also quite rich. Nearly half of the monks walking around had no shadows. It seemed that this was really a world for ghost cultivators.

Qingheng led the way in front, all the way to the deepest part of the dungeon. There were not many fools who came to seek death along the way. However, Qiuqiu saw a thief who stole a storage bag of a ghost cultivator.

Probably because he didn't have any good things, and was caught up by the ghost cultivator and entangled in a fight, the thief kept cursing and shouting, "Poor ghost."

The thief was helpless against the ghost cultivator, and happened to run into Qiuqiu and his group. He wanted to divert the trouble away, but as soon as he approached their group, he was frightened by the pressure released by Zhu Yan and could not move.

After the pressure was withdrawn, the group was about to leave. The thief came to his senses and quickly raised the storage bag in his hand, which meant to apologize. However, everyone walked away without even looking at him.

At this time, the ghost cultivator pounced on the thief and snatched the storage bag. When he checked the things inside, a black bead fell out of the storage bag and rolled to Qiuqiu's feet.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

He took the ball into his hand, took out a hundred spirit stones and dropped them at the feet of the ghost cultivator: "Can I buy this bead from you for a hundred spirit stones?"

The ghost cultivator quickly kowtowed to express his gratitude: "Okay, thank you for the reward, fairy."

Zhu Man came over and saw it: "Didn't you just buy this for a hundred spirit stones? Was it stolen?"

Upon hearing this, the thief and the ghost cultivator shuddered. They felt so wronged. This place was affected by demonic energy, the killing was even more severe, and the strong were respected.

The two of them almost bumped into a master. It wouldn't matter if they were killed on the spot. Besides, there was a plausible reason to kill them. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble.

Qiuqiu replied: "No."

As he spoke, he also held another black bead in his hand.

Zhu Yan released his coercive power. Although the coercive power was withdrawn, his spiritual sense was still spreading around, monitoring everything. When the thief saw Qiuqiu take out another black bead, his eyes moved.

He asked the thief directly, "Do you know what this bead is?"

The thief was oppressed and couldn't lift his head. Just as he was about to collapse, a man in blue suddenly floated down to the ground.

"Brother Qingheng, Fellow Daoist Zhu Yan, please follow me."

Zhu Yan withdrew his pressure, and the thief was led by the man in blue to a rather quiet courtyard.

Everyone knew each other except Qiuqiu. The man in blue introduced himself as Lan Li. "My name is Lan Li. Master Xu Dan, please take a seat."

Qiuqiu's cultivation level is only at the Nascent Soul stage, which is not on the same level as those at the Spirit Transformation stage. However, as a public sixth-grade alchemist, she is qualified to be on equal footing with the Spirit Transformation stage cultivators.

So Lan Li didn't call her Madam, but directly called her Master Xu Dan, as a kind of respect for Qiuqiu.

The thief was standing nearby, apparently staying to serve tea and water.

Lan Yi: "I know that Brother Qing Heng has been here for training recently. What I want to talk about is related to this bead."

It turns out that there has always been a legend in the battlefield between immortals and demons: there is a storage warehouse for the immortals' war supplies that should still exist, but the specific information cannot be confirmed.

In the past hundred years, a fragmentary map has been circulated from somewhere, claiming to be a treasure map for the warehouse, but it clearly states that four keys must be collected, and the four keys are these black beads.

Lan Li has already obtained one, Qiuqiu got two by chance, and there is a clue about another one, so they will go find it once everyone arrives.

Zhu Yan: "Can you show me that incomplete picture?"

Question sentences, affirmative tone.

Lan Li took out a fragment of the map from his storage ring and handed it to Zhu Yan. Zhu Yan gave it to Qiuqiu after reading it. Qiuqiu took a quick look and recognized it:

"Bloodline seal. It requires the corresponding bloodline power and a key to open it."

After hearing what Qiuqiu said, Qingheng took the incomplete map and examined it carefully. He called Xuanming over and said, "Ask your grandfather to come over. He hasn't just woken up. You two sons, just give your father some guidance."

He looked at Bai Ran again and said, "Which supreme elder of your tribe is in charge? If there's nothing else, have him come over. Tell them that we've found the Ancestral King Seal."

The four tribes of divine beasts were very united. When they heard Qingheng's orders, they immediately carried them out.

A few people were still discussing the route of the remaining map, but Xuan Zhuo and Bai Bo arrived in half a day.

The full speed of this incarnation is really unbelievable, especially the Xuanwu-Xuanzhu who is known for his slowness.

After greeting a few old friends, Xuan Zhuo looked at Qiuqiu with a complicated look. When he learned that he had two pure-blooded Xuanwu great-grandsons, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep well for several days.

At that time, Qiuqiu was missing. He had used a lot of effort to find Qiuqiu and make her his grandson's wife, but he didn't expect that the shameless Qingheng would snatch her away. Not to mention anything else, just for the sake of Xuanchen Xuanshen's face, the Xuanwu clan had to treat Qiuqiu well.

Xuan Zhuo took out a wooden box and handed it to Qiuqiu: "This is a thank you gift. If you have any problems in the future, you can ask the Xuanwu tribe for help."

Qiuqiu was hesitating whether to take it, when he heard Xuan Zhuo's voice transmission: "Xuan Chen and Xuan Shen are very concerned about your safety. This is just a piece of armor made from the remains of the Black Tortoise."

Qiuqiu took the wooden box and bowed to express his gratitude.

As Qiuqiu stood up, a little creature quickly ran into his free hands. Grandma's voice rang out in his mind: "Master, I miss you so much."

Qiuqiu: She had completely forgotten about the Purple Gold Gu King.

Xuan Zhuo: "Little thing, so many good things can't keep you?"

He looked at Qiuqiu again and asked, "Is this your contracted insect king or Xuanshen's?"

Qiuqiu: "I made the contract."

Xuan Zhuo: "Then put it away. This is his little bed, his little quilt, and his eating utensils."

Looking at the condensed version of the house and tableware, the materials were absolutely top-notch. Qiuqiu took them one by one and thanked again.

These things look small, but they are all good things. At worst, they are magic weapons. Xuan Shen raises them very carefully.

Xuan Zhuo was also helpless. His little grandson had been in seclusion and entrusted his little friend to him to raise. But after only a few years, the little friend ran into his master's arms, and all his good things were wasted.

After some discussion, everyone found out that Xuan Zhuo had lived the longest and knew the most secrets. The thief provided information about the last bead and was rewarded by Lan Li with some things, and he led the way.

Lan Li was a little helpless. He secretly searched for a long time before he got a black bead. He finally found another one and asked his men to get it. But he stole it openly. Couldn't he just buy it with spirit stones?

He watched helplessly as it was bought out by someone else, and now his voice in the team is getting smaller and smaller.