northernbook Chapter 219 Thunder Tribulation Twin Swords
Chapter 219 Thunder Tribulation Twin Swords
The tomb chamber is not big, only twelve meters from front to back and six meters from left to right.
Compared with the palace of thousands of acres just now, the spirit puppet seemed to have entered a small area in an instant.
Anyway, it's not the real body that comes, so there's no need to worry about the other party leaving any tricks behind. The puppet slowly approached the golden elixir's remains.
Judging from the degree of weathering from the outside, the tomb has a history of about 2,800 years.
The body of the golden elixir does not decay for a thousand years after death, and the other party still looks the same as before death.
He looked of medium build, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and looked a little shriveled.
Those who have achieved the Golden Elixir have skin as white as gold and jade, and their bones are naturally formed. However, without a soul to guide their spirit, they still cannot avoid losing water.
Judging from his appearance, he is middle-aged, with black hair and a half-foot long beard on his chin.
He has high cheekbones, drooping eyes, and a majestic look.
The Taoist robe he was wearing was of a fairly high quality. It looked like it was made of third-level spiritual gold woven into thin threads and then woven with feathers from high-level monsters.
There are no scars on the body, so it must have died of natural causes.
The Niwan Palace and the Zhongdantian are empty. After a thousand years, the golden elixir has long since dissipated.
The pure magic power returned to heaven and earth made the spiritual energy in the tomb far higher than that of the main hall, and comparable to the ordinary areas in Chen Yu's space.
A small seal fell to the ground, which should be his life-saving magic weapon that had lost contact with him.
Chen Yu leaned over to pick it up, and examined it in his palm.
The small seal is three inches square and two inches and one fen thick.
There is a vivid little dragon carved on the handle, and the word "Yuancheng" is engraved on the bottom.
Because it has lost the nourishment of magical power and has suffered the brilliance of time, it looks ancient and vicissitudes.
He could clearly sense that the quality of the magic weapon had declined from its peak.
The spirit puppet poured his magic power into it, and the small seal immediately glowed brightly.
The internal and external array patterns were activated one by one, unleashing tremendous power.
The dragon engraved on the handle seemed to come alive, and a golden shadow rose in front of the spirit puppet.
As the dragon bared its fangs and waved its claws, one could faintly hear the roar of a dragon.
Even though it no longer has the charm of the past, it is still a third-level mid-grade magic weapon.
As a master of formations, Chen Yu's level is no lower than that of the deceased True Lord.
As soon as I got the magic weapon, I roughly knew its purpose.
The first thing is to suppress all things. Once the magic power is released, it will be heavier than a thousand pounds and unstoppable.
The second is the treasure of formation. Holding the seal can directly gain control over most formations below the third level.
The puppet wanted to swallow it into its stomach, but the magic weapon was spiritual and absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy on its own and transformed it into its own power to fight against it.
A magic weapon without a master to control it is ultimately a tree without roots. The dragon-shaped phantom was dispersed after a period of stalemate.
The small seal retracted its brilliance, and was taken into the spirit puppet's body and suppressed as it fought back.
The tomb chamber returned to normal, and Chen Yu extended his spiritual sense to search again.
Unfortunately, apart from this, there was nothing else beside the remains, only a few lines of small words on the ground.
From the storage room just now, it can be seen that the late Jindan Zhenjun was also a man of temperament who liked to tell stories about the happy events in his life.
Here he roughly described his origins, coming from the Hengling Sect millions of miles away.
Hengling Sect is a Nascent Soul Sect. I believe it still exists in the world. I can go and take a look when I have reached a certain level of cultivation.
The tomb owner's Taoist name was Yuancheng, and his spiritual roots were eight inches and five tenths of an inch, second only to the cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots.
Natural spiritual roots are rare in the world, and those who achieve the golden elixir mainly rely on spiritual roots of seven or eight inches.
There is no greater joy than being born into a large sect. As long as you have value in training, the master will basically provide you with all the spiritual objects before the Dan stage.
Sometimes, what determines the upper limit of a monk is not his own talent, but his master.
Even with the same seven-inch spiritual roots, it is difficult to build a foundation in a place like Lingxu Gate.
In the Hengling Sect, it was basically a natural thing.
True Lord Yuan Cheng achieved the golden elixir at the age of 200, but felt that the road ahead was difficult, so he returned to the mountain gate and practiced in seclusion.
Two hundred and ninety years old is the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, four hundred and twenty years old is the late stage of the Golden Elixir.
His master lamented that his disciple was making rapid progress and might very well break through to the Nascent Soul stage and become the sect's new pillar.
However, since then, his cultivation has not improved at all.
Master Yuan Cheng knew clearly that he had failed at the stage of concentrating his spiritual consciousness, so he traveled outside for more than a hundred years but was unable to find a way out of the impasse.
After coming back, I closed myself off again, but still gained nothing.
He searched everywhere for a miraculous elixir to extend his life to 640 years, but in the end it was beyond his ability to save his life.
Although he sought a place to bury himself in order to maintain a last bit of dignity, his tone up to this point was still proud and conceited.
The remains of a golden elixir are of great value.
The spiritual gold above was a type that Chen Yu had never collected before, so he naturally had to take it away.
He felt a little uncomfortable wearing the dead man's clothes, so he decided to melt them into other magic weapons in the future.
Waste is impossible.
Immortal practitioners respect heroic spirits, but they are not bound by circumstances.
Even if it is a Jindan Zhenjun, reincarnation is reincarnation, and others will not be so hypocritical as to sit back and watch the resources for cultivation turn into dust.
How many monks of the same level want to find such a big tomb but cannot.
If it weren't for the large formation outside that was blocking the way, the tomb was also full of traps and would have been dug out and ransacked long ago.
After putting all the treasures into the storage bag, Chen Yu looked up with his eyes slightly fixed.
The tomb owner was a late Jindan cultivator and a third-level low-grade array master. If he were still alive, the spirit puppets would naturally not be able to find the things he hid.
But the person is gone, and such a small trick cannot stop the investigation of monks of the same level.
The green bricks and stones are plain and simple, and they also block the flow of spiritual energy, making it impossible for people to detect abnormalities.
I just thought that it was the same as in the main hall, for gathering spiritual energy and maintaining the luxury of the tomb.
The spirit puppet raised its hand and shook it, and fine powder flew down.
The back is entirely poured with second-level spiritual gold, and is ten feet thick.
The magic power turned into a sword to split the spiritual gold, and the things wrapped inside were the treasures.
There was only a small chamber with two one-and-a-half-foot-long daggers lying dormant inside.
The daggers were clearly in pairs, with dark red blades and charred tails.
But the material is not spiritual gold, and there is not even a trace of impurities mixed in.
Chen Yu guessed that it was some kind of spiritual wood above the third level that was made into such a magical weapon.
The moment they saw the light of day again, the two magic swords let out a soft hum.
It is obviously a dead object, but it contains a mysterious vitality.
Chen Yu was curious, but the short sword took the initiative to send him some fragments of memory.
The magic weapon is spiritual. Although it has not yet developed consciousness, it knows that someone has awakened it.
From these memory fragments, Chen Yu saw part of the process of the creation of the magic weapon.
Before Zhenjun Yuancheng's cultivation was hindered, he obtained a piece of lightning-struck wood by chance.
He enthusiastically forged a pair of swords, hoping to use them to overcome the Nascent Soul Tribulation.
Tempering, shaping, and instilling spirit are very similar to the process Chen Yu goes through in refining magic weapons, but there are also areas where they can be complementary.
The greatest function of this set of double swords is to ward off disasters and eliminate misfortunes. Yuan Cheng Zhenjun did not regard it as his own magic weapon.
While Chen Yu was thinking, the two swords were activated, and blue arcs of light appeared on their surfaces, like lightning snakes.
It's unruly and hard to tame. Looking at its behavior just now, I thought it would surrender directly.
The spirit puppet moved its hand, and tremendous magic power suppressed it.
The two swords tried their best to resist, but in the end they could not escape the fate of being grasped.