Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 120: Stone Tablet, Robbery

This also made Nie Zhaonan sigh that there were so many level seven monsters entering this secret realm, and they were all rare species.

If this place was not unsuitable for using the colorful grass to attract monsters, Nie Zhaonan would have already set up a magic circle and started his monster hunting plan.

The effect of the rainbow grass is also limited. It is very attractive to ordinary sixth and seventh level monsters. It can make the monsters lose some of their rationality and come for the rainbow grass regardless of danger.

However, for seventh-level monsters such as Jiaolong and Suanni, which have intelligence no less than that of humans and special bloodlines, the appeal is greatly reduced. They will not lose their minds easily, and sometimes they are even more cunning than human cultivators.

Moreover, there are many human cultivators in this secret realm. Who knows, some of them may have cultivated some unique skills or possess some powerful treasures for self-defense. If one hunts monsters in this secret realm, the risk of the secret being exposed would be extremely high.

After the last lesson learned by the skinny old man from Qingyang Sect who hid aside and discovered his ability to lure monsters, Nie Zhaonan is now more cautious.

On this day, Nie Zhaonan had just transplanted a rare spiritual flower from a small hill into the spiritual field of Zixiao Cave Heaven when he suddenly turned around with a startled expression and looked behind him.

A hundred miles away, with his spiritual sense, Nie Zhaonan detected three familiar auras, two of whom were the Xing Palace monks who Nie Ying told him about and who once wanted to rob the Treasure Pavilion.

Naturally, when Nie Zhaonan was in the square, he kept the auras of the three people firmly in mind, so that he could get rid of them without anyone noticing in the secret realm.

With a cold flash in his eyes, Nie Zhaonan immediately rode a white rainbow and flew rapidly towards the direction where the three people were.

After flying for twenty or thirty miles, Nie Zhaonan, who was flying, had a look of doubt on his face. Why did the three of them stop in one place and then stay motionless?

Nie Zhaonan was filled with doubts at this time, wondering if these three people had discovered some treasure or were ambushing something there.
To be on the safe side, Nie Zhaonan touched the storage bag at his waist, and the transparent gauze ancient treasure appeared in his hand. He then draped it over his body, and Nie Zhaonan's figure instantly disappeared.

He slowed down his speed and flew quietly towards the place where the three people were staying.

Although he slowed down his escape speed, it was only a quarter of an hour before Nie Zhaonan appeared more than ten feet behind the three people. He was quietly wearing a gauze dress and hiding behind a thick ancient tree, taking in everything in front of him.

"Really, that Fellow Daoist Nie is so lucky. The three of us have been searching for him in this secret realm for more than ten days, but still haven't found him." The tall and thin middle-aged man complained with great resentment.

They put most of their energy into finding Nie Zhaonan, so naturally the three of them didn't gain much. Each of them only got two or three ordinary thousand-year-old elixirs.

"Could it be that the person's cultivation was too low, and he was killed by a monster or other cultivators?" The white-haired old man guessed with a thoughtful look on his face when he heard this.

In his opinion, Nie Zhaonan had just reached the middle stage of the Jindan stage. With this strength, he was at the bottom of the group participating in the trial. It made sense that he would not live long.

"Let's not talk about Fellow Daoist Nie anymore. Let's take out the treasures here first." The gray-haired old man looked at the stone tablet in front of him that was half a person's height and said without turning his head.

The stone tablet is pure white, and is made by randomly cutting ordinary marble. The surface of the tablet is extremely flat, with nothing on it, not even a single word mark, except for a walnut-sized square groove in the center.

But for some reason, this stone tablet has stood here for who knows how many tens of thousands of years and is still intact, which is quite strange.

"Brother Tan, do you think the square key we got is reliable? I have never heard of a treasure trove in this secret realm!" said the tall and thin middle-aged man uncertainly.

When the three of them passed by a lake, they found a small square beside the lake. They followed the map engraved on the square and came to the stone tablet.

Coming here so easily, the tall and thin middle-aged monk felt something was not right no matter how he thought about it.

"I think we can give it a try. Even if we don't gain anything in the end, we won't lose anything."

"After all, there have never been any bad rumors in this Demon Abyss Secret Realm. There are no dangerous places, nor any restrictions that can kill monks. The restriction that covers the entire giant mountain in the center of the continent only serves as a protection to prevent monks from forcibly breaking in. It has no killing power."

The white-haired old man stroked his white beard and spoke eloquently, seeming to know a lot about the secret realm of the Demon Abyss.

The tall and thin middle-aged man and the gray-robed old man nodded when they heard this. Although they had never participated in the Demon Abyss Trial like the white-haired old man, both of them were elders of the Star Palace. Naturally, they could find some detailed information about the Demon Abyss Secret Realm. What the white-haired old man said was indeed true.

But it is better to be safe than sorry. Just because there was no danger before does not mean there will be no danger in the future! Maybe it is just that it has not been discovered yet.

Moreover, the blocks in their hands and the description of the treasure location also appeared for the first time.

The gray-haired old man held the block in his hand and kept comparing it with the groove of the stone tablet, but he was hesitant and did not embed the block into it.

After a while, the gray-haired old man was still stretching and retracting.

The tall, thin middle-aged man finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "I'll do it!"

At the same time, he strode to the gray-robed old man, came in front of the stone tablet, and spread his hands to the gray-robed old man.

Seeing this, the gray-robed old man threw the cube in his hand into the tall and thin middle-aged man's hand without hesitation, as if he was throwing away a hot potato, and then immediately took a few steps back and kept some distance.

The white-haired old man who had been watching the two of them just had a kind look on his face and smiled like an old fox.

After the tall and thin middle-aged man took the block, he hesitated for a moment, then immediately pressed it down, embedding the block completely into the stone tablet, fitting it tightly.

The tall and thin middle-aged man also immediately withdrew and came to the side of his two companions.

The three of them held their breath and stared at the stone tablet without blinking. The surroundings fell into silence for a moment.

There was a "click".

Without warning, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the stone tablet, spreading from the place where the blocks were embedded to the entire stone tablet in the blink of an eye.

There was a loud bang and stone chips flew everywhere.

The three people who had been on guard all the time immediately released protective spiritual light, forming a light shield that protected them firmly.

The stone chips hit the light shields of the three people, but they were bounced off without any destructive power. The three people were obviously too nervous and over-defended. Almost at the same time, a ball of light flashing with dazzling green light rose from the broken stone tablet and fled into the distance.

Nie Zhaonan, who had been waiting on the side for a long time, immediately escaped with a flash of light. Almost in an instant, he caught the green light ball that escaped several feet away in his hand.

At this time, the three people below removed the protective light curtain, flew into the air one after another, and looked with hostility at the ordinary young man who had robbed their treasures.

Because the three people to be killed were all Xinggong monks, in order to prevent his identity from being revealed, Nie Zhaonan naturally hid his true appearance before showing up and used magic to disguise himself.

"My fellow Daoist, isn't it too much to rob other people's treasures?" the gray-robed old man said angrily.

The tall and thin middle-aged man and the white-haired old man were floating on the left and right of the gray-robed old man. They looked unfriendly and stared at Nie Zhaonan with almost flaming eyes without blinking.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of them had the cultivation base of the late Jindan stage, they would not have been sure of killing him here. The three of them would have rushed forward and taken back the things that flew out of the stone tablet long ago. There would be no need to waste time talking here.

Nie Zhaonan held the green ball of light in his hand in front of his eyes, then put his five fingers together and clenched them tightly. A huge force was transmitted to the ball of light, which dispersed the spiritual light on it, revealing a very extraordinary green jade slip.

Only Nie Zhaonan could see the four large gold-plated characters engraved on the surface of the jade slip.

Nie Zhaonan put the jade slip into the storage bag at his waist without any hesitation.

When the three men saw the actions of this ordinary young monk, their faces became even angrier.

"Excessive? It turns out that you also know that robbing others' things is an excessive act." Nie Zhaonan cast his gaze towards the three people and said with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"What do you mean by saying this, fellow Daoist?" The gray-robed old man's expression froze, as if some bad memories were brought back.

The tall and thin middle-aged man's expression was no longer as firm as before.

"Could it be that fellow Daoist is the helper that fellow Daoist Nie from the Treasure Pavilion has found?" The tall and thin middle-aged man next to him asked doubtfully.

As far as he knew, Fellow Daoist Nie usually stayed in the cave to practice hard and seldom interacted with other fellow Daoists of the same level, let alone had any friendship with them.

"I have only heard rumors that the two Taoists were doing shameless things." Nie Zhaonan replied calmly.

He purposely hid his identity in order to kill the three people in front of him, so he would naturally not reveal any connection between himself and his true identity.

After being directly exposed by Nie Zhaonan, the tall and thin middle-aged man and the old man in gray robe suddenly turned blue and red on their faces. However, both of them were Jindan cultivators and had quite good skills in cultivating qi. After a while, their faces calmed down.

However, the two of them still couldn't help wondering, was their story really so widely spread? This ordinary person they just met knew about it and seemed to know them quite well.

The white-haired old man saw that his two companions could not gain any advantage in the conversation with Nie Zhaonan, and were so angry that they lost their composure. He sighed in his heart: One misstep will lead to eternal regret!
He knew that he had made an appearance, and said amiably, "My fellow Daoist, as the saying goes, whoever sees it gets a share. The jade slip is not something that cannot be copied. As long as you take out the jade slip and copy the contents three times, one for each of us, the three of us will not care about your previous act of stealing the treasure, and the matter will be over."

The tall and thin middle-aged man and the old man in gray robe nodded when they heard this. This was a good solution. Although this ordinary young man who suddenly appeared also gained some benefits, it was also the most time-saving and labor-saving way to solve the problem without fighting.

"Oh? Is that so?" Nie Zhaonan showed a very surprised look.

He seemed to be somewhat interested in what the white-haired old man said.

But Nie Zhaonan changed the subject and said, "I forgot to tell you, I am a robbery cultivator, and what I like to do most is killing people and setting fires!"

After saying that, Nie Zhaonan raised his hand and was about to attack.

"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist!" The white-haired old man raised his hands and immediately spoke out to stop him.

But Nie Zhaonan was not moved at all. He just waved his hands and dozens of golden swords shot towards the three people opposite.

"Brother Wen, is there anything else to say? I think the kid opposite has no idea of ​​his place. He actually dared to attack the three of us. Let us keep him here forever!" The tall and thin middle-aged man had long been fed up with Nie Zhaonan's calm look.

But when he saw that this ordinary-looking young man actually had so many magic weapons and flying swords, the tall and thin middle-aged man's heart suddenly tightened, and that slight contempt he had for him disappeared instantly.

The other two people were just like the tall and thin young man, and they became very alert.

Generally speaking, a Jindan cultivator would have a pair of magic weapons as many as he wanted. But the young man in front of him could send out dozens of magic flying swords with just a flip of his hand. Although these flying swords were only an inch long, the number was too astonishing.

The tall and thin middle-aged man had an expressionless face. He opened his mouth and spit out a silver mirror. It flew out of his mouth, swelled in the wind and immediately turned into the size of a palm, floating in front of him.

A fierce look flashed across the gray-robed old man's eyes, and a gray and black feather fan was held in his hand.

The white-haired old man showed a trace of helplessness on his face, but without hesitation, he took out a red sword from the storage bag on his waist and threw it towards the golden flying sword that was rushing towards him.

He muttered something and the magic spells in his hands kept changing. In an instant, he injected a magical power with a red glow into the red sword. The red flying sword immediately changed into a giant sword several meters in size, standing in the air, as if it had taken a tonic.

The golden flying swords that were shooting towards him emitted red sword lights, and the flying swords that were attacking the white-haired old man were all blocked and repelled for a long distance by the red sword lights.

The moves were smooth and skillful. He was the first to arrive and launched an attack before the tall and thin middle-aged man and the old man in gray robe.

The tall and thin middle-aged man injected the magic power in his hand into the silver mirror in front of him. Suddenly, the mirror flashed with silver light, and silver beams of light shot out from the mirror, covering the flying golden sword head-on and enveloping the golden sword. The golden sword seemed to be stagnant and fixed in the air.

The old man in gray robe gently waved the feather fan in his hand, and black and gray spiritual winds were emitted from the fan alternately, blowing towards the golden sword, like continuous waves, blocking the golden sword in place and preventing it from moving forward.

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