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"This way."

Under Jiang Li's guidance, Jiang Chuan also made a rare move and used a high-quality breeze talisman to rush to the outside of a side hall behind the Diji Palace.

Relying on the effectiveness of the Green Fish Order, the two ignored the restrictions and stepped into the palace.

Chen Yang and his party from the Hualing Sect, who were following closely behind, had just walked around the corridor when they lost sight of Jiang Chuan.

"The person is missing."

"What's going on? Did you hide your traces?"

"Brother, what should we do now?"

...

Others looked at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang didn't speak. He glanced around. Except for an endless black stone path in front of him, there was no other exit.

He thought for a while and his eyes fell on the palace next to him.

A layer of cyan light is shining brightly, without any signs of human damage.

But he had a feeling in the dark that the two of them had not gone far.

After a brief moment of meditation, he silently recited the mantra, and a puff of green light surged from his back. He rolled to the ground and turned into a lifelike blue wolf, with a fierce expression and violent aura, exuding spiritual pressure comparable to that of a foundation-building monk.

"This is...a demon spirit?"

"Is this what senior brother got in the Hualing Cave?"

...

During the discussion, Chen Yang was reminded. The lone wolf lay on the ground and sniffed like a domesticated dog.

Following the remaining breath, Qing Lang jumped up to the steps in front of the palace, looked back at Chen Yang with a pair of white eyes, raised his head and let out a wolf howl.

Sure enough, it is here. Chen Yang is certain in his heart.

But what he is more curious about now is what method these two people used to ignore the guardian restrictions and enter the palace to obtain the treasure.

If these two people really mastered some common method...

Chen Yang took out several small black flags from his storage bag and handed them to other Hualing Sect disciples.

"Set up a water trap outside the palace gate and wait here for them to come out."

Rather than killing the two of them, he now cares more about what Jiang Chuan and the two have.

"Yes, senior brother."

The others followed the order and set up outside the palace gate.

Chen Yang took out a futon and sat quietly at the foot of the steps to regain his strength. At the same time, with a call in his heart, the green wolf turned into a ray of blue light and sank into his body.

This was the opportunity he got in the Shanmen Hualing Cave, the demon spirit of the Qingshan Demon Wolf left behind by the Patriarch.

According to the records left by the ancestor, if he succeeds in building the foundation, he will be able to display his perfect foundation building skills in the heyday of the demon spirit.

However, even if he could only use the power of the demon spirit when he first entered the foundation building, coupled with his own strength and the help of the formation, it would only be a matter of seconds to take down Jiang Chuan and the two of them.

After the formation was set up, Chen Yang and other Hualing Sect disciples tried to practice together several times before stopping and waiting quietly.

...

Jiang Chuan and the other two people had no idea what was happening outside the palace. At this moment, they looked at the scene in front of them and were in a daze.

A ten-foot-tall sapphire statue stands in the main hall. It is carved with a man carrying a sword scabbard and wearing a high crown on his head. His face is blurred and his specific appearance cannot be clearly seen.

With his bare feet, one foot is on the ground, and the other foot is on an evil dragon coiled up.

The evil dragon's eyes widened, and he turned to glare at the man. His expression was ferocious, but more like fear. The horn on his head was broken, and the only two claws under his belly were also curled up.

Although it is just a stone statue, it gives Jiangchuan a sense of vitality that can only be found in living creatures.

It made him even more convinced that what he was thinking was...

A corpse kneeling on the ground in front of the stone statue.

Even though countless years have passed and all the flesh and blood has disappeared, the remaining bones still exude a faint jade light, resembling the legendary jade bones of immortals.

The arm waving out from the stone statue held a black-grey wooden sword, its sharp point pointed directly at the neck of the corpse.

The head of the corpse rolled to the ground, its eye sockets were facing the stone statue, and its mandibles were wide open, as if he had seen something that he couldn't believe.

Jiang Chuan stopped Jiang Li who was about to step forward, holding the Liuying Sword in his hand and on guard.

"Wait a minute, there is something wrong with this stone statue."

But compared to his cautiousness, Jiang Li was not so wary, and solemnly saluted the stone statue.

"This is the statue of the Patriarch of the Bibo Mansion. The methods you and I practice all come from his inheritance, so we should come forward and pay homage." Jiang Li returned to Jiang Chuan after three bows.

I see.

Jiang Chuan agreed with Jiang Li's words and followed the latter's example, coming to the stone statue and bowing in salute.

One week later, when he got up, Jiang Chuan felt that the stone statue seemed to be shaking.

Feeling strange in his heart, he bowed again.

Looking up this time, the originally blurry appearance of the stone statue suddenly became clear.

"You're not going to hit a ghost, are you?"

Jiangchuan bowed again.

He looked up and saw the stone statue smiling at him.

Damn it.

Jiang Chuan was so frightened that he broke into a white-haired cold sweat. He quickly rolled back and almost screamed.

"Did you see it?" he asked tremblingly.

"What?" Jiang Li was confused, and then explained:

"Maybe it's a restriction set on the statue of the ancestor, but it's usually targeted at thieves with evil intentions, so it shouldn't be a problem for us."

"Is the treasure you are looking for that wooden sword?" Jiang Chuan looked at the sword in the stone statue's hand.

It was mediocre and nothing outstanding, but he didn't dare to underestimate it.

"That's right." Jiang Li took off the black leather pouch from his waist and opened his mouth slightly. The wooden sword seemed to be spiritual, trembling and letting out a soft groan before turning into a streak of black light and disappearing into the pouch.

With such a relaxed look, it is no wonder that Jiang Li once said that this treasure was destined to belong to her.

Putting the treasure bag away carefully, a relaxed smile appeared on Jiang Li's jade face, which was pleasing to the eye.

"After this corpse is beheaded, no one else should come. Look for any treasures. Whatever you find will be yours."

Her purpose of coming to Qiandao Lake has been achieved, and she does not value other things, otherwise she would not have given the treasure book she obtained to Jiang Chuan.

Jiangchuan was not polite, walked under the statue and looked at the front of the corpse.

The kneeling corpse pressed its hands on the flat ground. It seemed that before death, it was kneeling before the stone statue, perhaps praying, or supplicating.

Jiang Chuan felt more like begging for mercy and making amends.

There is no low-level thing like a storage bag on the waist, and there is no more hidden sleeve bag, but there is a jade ring on the finger bone.

Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up and he did not dare to take action rashly. He raised his arm with his spiritual consciousness and dropped the jade ring to the ground.

Still didn't step forward, just released a ray of spiritual consciousness to check.

Without seeing the mark of spiritual consciousness left by the original owner, Jiang Chuan could easily see the space inside the jade ring.

It is vast and boundless, with no boundaries.

All the jade bottles containing the elixirs were opened and scattered on the ground. The few magic weapons and spiritual weapons lost their true essence and were shattered all over the ground.

In addition, there is a jade seal lying there that is incompatible with other things.

"What is this?"

Drawn by his spiritual consciousness, the jade seal flew out of the jade ring and fell into Jiang Chuan's palm.

The four sides are as smooth as a cut, and are engraved with clouds, seals, and thunder inscriptions, like spiritual treasures. There is a dragon lying prone on it, with one horn and two feet.

Jiang Chuan subconsciously looked at the evil dragon at the foot of the ancestor's stone statue. It cannot be said that the two are extremely similar, they are almost exactly the same.

With a slight injection of true energy, the dragon sitting on the seal seemed to come to life all of a sudden. He opened a pair of small mung bean eyes and saw the handsome young man in front of him.

Before Jiangchuan could move, the caterpillar-sized dragon seemed to be frightened and raised its head and howled:

"Ghost..."

Jiang Chuan's smile froze.

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