The golden stone door was carved with dense array patterns, with obscure patterns and a colorful light attached to it. Seeing this, Chu Xingyun couldn't help laughing. This Wu Emperor of Mitian was also a mess and could even arrange spiritual arrays.

Judging from the above array pattern, the sealed spirit array in front of me has a high level and has reached the seventh level. Even if the powerful Martial Emperor takes action, it will take some time.

Chu Xingyun raised the black hole heavy sword, and the sword light flashed, and the array patterns and eye on the stone gate trembled violently. After a moment, a crackling sound broke, and the spiritual array burst out.

Rumble!

As the spiritual array dissipated, the closed stone door slowly opened.

Behind the stone gate is a wide stone chamber, surrounded by spirit stones, which are inlaid with soft light and shines on the room. On the ground, boxes are neatly arranged.

The number of boxes is amazing, with thousands of mouths placed in one place, and inside it, an extremely pure breath spreads, almost becoming a fog, filling the stone chamber.

Chu Xingyun stepped forward, and with a light flick of his finger, the box in front of him opened automatically. In an instant, a refreshing fragrance of pill came, which made his eyes lit up.

I saw jade bottles neatly placed in the wooden box in front of me. The bottles were carefully written with the name, grade and efficacy of the elixir. I glanced over at a glance and it was dense and the scene was amazing.

"Proud Bone Tempering Spirit Pill, Dragon Power Pill, Five Flowers Spirit Pill..." Chu Xingyun glanced casually, and his smile became stronger and stronger.

These elixirs placed in the wooden box are from level one to level seven, from spirit condensation to body tempering, and there are tens of thousands of them. Moreover, many of the names of elixirs have never seen Chu Xingyun, and they only exist in ancient books.

"Although the Martial Emperor Mitian is not from the True Spirit Continent, his time of fame is too long, and these elixirs naturally come from that era, and many of them have long been lost."

"Although these elixirs do not have elixir prescriptions, as long as you study them carefully, you can get insights from them, and then innovate them, and develop brand new elixirs to greatly improve the efficacy of the medicine." Chu Xingyun looked at these elixirs and thought secretly in his mind.

At this moment, he was the lord of Wanjian Pavilion and ruled the four major sect domains. He had many alchemists under his command. With a brief explanation, he could exert the greatest value of these ancient elixirs.

After all, even if the effect of an ancient pill is pure, the number of it is limited, if it is handed over to tens of thousands of alchemists, study it day and night, and constantly improve it, it can refine more pure pills.

Chu Xingyun is enough to do this now.

Hundreds of wooden boxes were opened in a row, all of which were pills, with a number of more than one million, and their value was immeasurable. But what disappointed Chu Xingyun was that among these pills, the highest level was level seven, and there was no more upwards.

"No matter in that era, the number of alchemists who can refine level eight and level nine pills is very rare, and there are naturally not many pills left behind. Even the eighth-level martial emperor cannot have too much." After a brief disappointment, Chu Xingyun came back to his senses and speculated slowly.

He was very clear about Mitian Mountain and had personally stepped into almost every secret realm and cave.

For ordinary warriors, the resources and treasures that Mitian Mountain have are endless, but as a peerless powerful man in the half-step imperial realm, Chu Xingyun knew that these resources and treasures were not the heyday of Mitian Mountain.

As early as the previous life, some people speculated that the reason why Mitian Sect disappeared was probably because it was attacked by the sect and the mountain gate was broken, thus gradually becoming lonely.

In this process, the Mitian Sect was no longer the grand occasion of the past, and the treasures and resources gradually disappeared, eventually disappearing and being flooded by the long river of history.

Chu Xingyun highly praised this speculation. Today, he found the golden ancient spring and successfully entered the Mitian Palace, which further affirmed the speculation.

According to his thoughts, for some reason, the Martial Emperor Mitian came to the True Spirit Continent from the Demon Realm. He hid his identity, secretly collected cultivation resources and manpower, founded the Mitian Sect, and rose up in one fell swoop, becoming a famous force.

However, the good times did not last long, and the Mitian Sect could not escape the misfortune of survival of the fittest and gradually declined. The powerful sects left, resources were lost, and there was no momentum of being a powerful person.

Faced with such a situation, the Martial Emperor Mitian knew that he was unable to turn the world back, so he sealed the Mitian Mountain, and through the secret technique of the demon realm, he fed with the will of the Emperor of Martial Emperor, and survived in the form of a soul body, trying to find a suitable person and take over the body and reborn.

In other words, every bone and corpse that existed in Mitian Mountain was the original disciple of Mitian Sect, and they were also sealed together, far away from the world.

But unlike the Mitian Martial Emperor, these disciples did not understand the secret techniques of the demon realm. In the end, they could only turn into white bones in endless years. Even the powerful Martial Emperor was not spared.

"Trying all the ways to gather food and live in the world is in line with the cruel habits of spiders." Chu Xingyun said with a faint smile, looking away, looking at the box on the left.

Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack…

All the wooden boxes were opened, and suddenly, light burst out, piercing Chu Xingyun's eyes a little painful. There were weapons and equipment inside, and the number was extremely astonishing, with tens of thousands of them.

These weapons and weapons, without exception, are all kingly weapons.

Under the corrosion of long years, ordinary weapons and weapons have long turned into dust. The king's weapons contain the power of divine patterns. The power is given to the sky, so they will not gradually corrode and collapse.

"Although I already have 30,000 Blood Sword Guards, each holding a black light blood sword, and killing invincible, there are thousands of disciples of Wanjian Pavilion and few kingly weapons. These weapons and weapons just happen to be included in the treasure house of Wanjian Pavilion, thereby enhancing the overall strength of Wanjian Pavilion."

Chu Xingyun did not count them one by one. After making a little plan in his mind, he looked at the right side.

The boxes on the right are the largest, with spiritual materials and stones placed inside, as well as various cultivation resources, and the number is equally terrifying. If they gather in everything, they will be enough to pile into a small hill.

According to Chu Xingyun's estimate, the value of these cultivation resources in front of him is immeasurable. Anyone who gets it can immediately rise up and become the top force in the Northern Wilderness Region.

If we look at the number, these cultivation resources have long surpassed the Wanjian Pavilion at this moment. Even if Wanjian Pavilion gathers all the resources of the four major sects, it can't compare, and it can only be considered four or five.
Chapter completed!