"Disciple Changkong is the 326th generation of Wuji Sect."

"Qin Lang, I have received the favor of art with the Wuji Sect, so I can be considered a disciple of the Wuji Sect! I am the same generation as Changkong."

Qin Lang and Changkong confessed their own way.

And the middle-aged man with yellow skin waved his hand, "Those vulgarities are no longer useful in this great swordsmanship. You can call me brother in the future. After all, we are all the people who have fallen into the world."

"No, two uncles of the masters, we have a way to leave the Sword Prison! We entered the sword prison before and took the initiative to enter. The two uncles of the masters may not know that the great sword path has been eliminated. We have set the teleportation coordinate point outside the sword prison. Even within the sword prison, the teleportation coordinate can be sensed, so it is very simple to leave." Changkong answered at this time.

"The great sword path has been destroyed? How is it possible? Are you really taking the initiative to enter the sword prison? Is there a way to leave?"

The middle-aged man with yellow skin was also surprised and asked, because Changkong's words gave a lot of information, and he did not express his own opinion on the destruction of the Great Sword Dao. He would destroy himself if he did anything wrong. He thought that he would be killed by other major sects in the Broken Immortal Realm in the end. This was normal, but he didn't expect that Qin Lang and Changkong could do it alone.

"It's true. Senior brother is a master of formations. This is not difficult for him! Moreover, our sect's sect's cultivation body can withstand the sword energy of this sword prison, so it is also prepared to enter the sword prison! It's easy to get out."

When Qin Lang and Changkong were talking to two elders of Wuji Sect, the Baipo Boy next to me heard the reciprocity of several people and suddenly thought: "There is a formation master among these people, and he is not weak and has a strong body... My master has been planning the treasure hiding of the Sword Prison for so many thousands of years. At first, he was ambitious, but now he has failed for many years, and he has become more and more depressed year by year. I, Baipo Boy Boy, has been thinking about how to help the master share his worries... This was the reason he had taken in Huo Daqian, who understood the formation, but now he has a better choice. If he reports this matter to the master now, he will probably cheer up!"

The Bai Poisoned Boy thoughtfully and said goodbye while the few people continued to talk.

While continuing the conversation, Qin Lang and Changkong learned that the blind and lame old man Zhong Yuan Huazi was the first ancestor of Wuji Sect to be sent to the Sword Prison, and he was the only one of the dozen people in the first batch.

The second group of middle-aged people who were sent to the Sword Prison were the last generation of guardians of Wuji Sect, named Wuming, because they secretly practiced the Yu Yuanyang Technique to reach the fifth level of the divine body, but they had no trouble in this Sword Prison.

The two Yuan Huazi had the eighth-level cultivation level of the celestial immortal, and Wuming, who had a yellow face, was the peak cultivation level of the ninth-level immortal.

Originally, Yuan Huazi was also at the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Immortal. When he entered the Sword Prison, his cultivation was eroded by the sword energy and his cultivation level was knocked down to the second level. This was how he became like this. If he had not received Wuming's rescue, Yuan Huazi might not have been able to hold on to it now.

After a while, the sound of the fat man gasping for the thief of the sky appeared outside the cave. This guy has been in the Sword Prison for so many thousands of years and has not moved much. He originally went from being a skinny man to a fat man of three or four hundred pounds. It was also an accident in the world of cultivating immortals. After all, it is not easy for a cultivator to get fat. I don’t know how much tonic things the fat man has eaten over the years. This is the result of the lipid in the body that the spiritual creature has not completely digested.

"I've been here, don't scratch you, hehe!" The thief was actually very domineering and broke into the door. Although he said that, he was just a polite word.

Qin Lang and others were speechless, and they all broke into the door and asked if they were to scratch. However, you are the owner of the Qixin Alliance, and you can be happy in this territory.

After the two elders of Wuji Sect came, they both seemed a little restrained. After all, the identity of the thief was here, and this guy's seniority may be older than the two elders of Wuji Sect.

"Leader."

The middle-aged man with yellow face stood up and saluted to the thief. After all, he still needs the necessary etiquette for so many years.

"Hehe, no gift." Jian Tiantao smiled at the two people with unequal status. For so many thousands of years, he never paid attention to these immortal cultivators on the territory, let alone speak actively.

"I don't know, fellow Taoist came in a hurry, what's going on?"

Qin Lang realized that the thief had another purpose, so he rushed over.

"That's how it is..."

The thief came with a purpose. After listening to the report of his servants, the fat man who had been idle for more than 100,000 years finally had a chance. He entered the Sword Prison for a treasure from the Sword Prison. Now he has been in the Sword Prison for more than 100,000 years but has not succeeded. The greater the hope at the beginning, the greater the disappointment afterwards.

However, this treasure in the sword prison has always been a joke in my heart, hidden deep in my soul all the time, and it has always been a pain.

Therefore, as long as there is a turning point in which the treasure can be discovered, the thief will not let it go. Now his hundred-poison boy has made great contributions. In the past few days, not only has Huo Daqian, who is proficient in formations and Yishu, but he has learned that Qin Lang has a person who has a higher level of formation ability, and has also practiced his divine body.

Cultivating the divine body is the key to digging out treasures in the sword prison. After all, the treasure hunt is the place where the sword energy environment in the sword prison is the deepest part of the deepest part below the source of the sword river. Over the past ten thousand years, the thief has made countless attempts, and his subordinates have lost a lot of people, but they are unable to succeed, so they gradually become lazy.

After all, exploring treasures in the lake has become almost impossible for him to complete.

"That is a treasure left by an ancient powerful man! It is unique in the entire world of shattered immortals. Two fellow Taoists, I want to ask you for help. I have a treasure map in my hand. If you can join the treasure hunt, I can make the decision to share your harvest of 30% of the time, no, 40%..." The thief looked at Qin Lang and Changkong with a longing look.

"Is the treasure left by the ancient powerful? I can be attracted by a person like the thief. I ventured into the sword prison and searched for more than 100,000 years. It is definitely a treasure left by a person above the Golden Immortal level. It is indeed worth exploring. But..." Qin Lang and Changkong looked at each other, and had an inexplicable premonition in their hearts. It is best not to explore this treasure.

This special premonition also made the two hesitate for a while. After all, the monks generally believe in their sixth sense. I guess there is something bad hidden in this treasure, and it is very likely that they will get bad if they visit the treasure.

"Two fellow Taoists, you must promise me! You must know that you two elders from the Wuji Sect have lived in my Qixin Alliance for so many years, without sword energy.

The invasion has always lived a life equivalent to a paradise, and it has been able to survive to this day. This is also the protection I have given...

Now, I would make a small request to you, which should not be too much! Of course, if you insist on giving up this opportunity to treasure, it is not bad. I will charge you two elders a considerable shelter fee. How much is it? I think about it, in the past 60,000 years, the amount of river water per person per year should be 120,000 kilograms of Jianhe River water..."

The two elders of Wuji Sect on the side were stunned when they heard this, and the Baipo Boy approached the thief and whispered: "Master, I have collected all the cap taxes for these two people every year. It is true that each person is protected by one pound every year. I have already collected 60,000 yuan for the year."

"Nonsense! I'm charging for extra money, not counting it." The fat man began to become a little unreasonable when the thief planned to be a hundred poisonous boy.

Qin Lang and Changkong both felt a little brain-clawed. It seemed that this thief was really not a good-looking lamp. In order to help him find treasures, he didn't even want to be faced. Didn't this senior figure pay attention to face? However, this treasure hidden in the sword prison is probably also obsessed with this person for tens of thousands of years, and he was almost mad, so he spoke so outrageously.

After thinking about it, Qin Lang and Changkong exchanged a few more words, and finally Qin Lang said to the thief: "We can promise to follow you to search for treasure, but, on the premise, we must first place these two uncles..."

"Is it okay for you two young men, your uncle, to stay in Qixin Alliance? You should leave together after searching for treasure!" said the thief.

"No! This is also our only condition. If we agree, we will go!"

"Okay! Give you a week to prepare, no... Five days, five days are enough for you to walk back and forth between Qixin Alliance and the Black Corpse Valley. So, hurry up and prepare!" The thief thought to himself that everyone was in the sword prison, so I wish you could not let go of the pigeons.

"Okay." Qin Lang and Changkong bowed and left.

After the group of people left, Bai Poison Boy quietly said to the thief: "Master, those two young people said before that they have the method to leave the Sword Prison. What if the person really let go?"

"What? Why didn't you say it earlier?" The thief was furious when he heard this.

"Master, I said it before, maybe you are too excited about the news about treasure and didn't pay attention to this."

"Then, send a few people to stare at me quickly, don't let them really let us go! It's so strange. The treasures in the sword prison are so tempting, and they even ask us to beg for them, but they may not be willing to go!"

...

Not mentioning the chaos in Qixin Alliance, Qin Lang and Changkong took the two uncles back to the Black Corpse Valley, then cured the inner diseases of the uncle Yuan Huazi, and gave some sword river pills to settle down.

The two of them were not the ones who destroyed their promises. Although they had a premonition that this time, they would have a change in the treasure hunting process of the Sword Prison, and there might be a great life crisis, the two were still ready to fulfill their promise.

With other strengths and cultivation reaching the status of Qin Lang and Changkong, even though they know that there is an unknown crisis ahead, both of them have certain confidence that they may pass through it safely with their own abilities.

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Chapter completed!