From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 183: Zhiren Zhima

Wang Chonglin walked forward to the left for more than ten feet without hesitation, and a metal gate that seemed to be made of bronze blocked his way.

He recognized at a glance that this was second-grade mid-grade wind-eroded spiritual gold, which was also a very precious item for ordinary foundation-building cultivators.

This gate alone is worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

The wealth accumulated by the Dragon Palace over countless years has only just revealed the tip of the iceberg at this moment.

Wang Chonglin was even more excited about the treasure inside, but he didn't know how to enter the treasury.

Deep in the underground Dragon Palace, there was silence all around. He hesitated for only a moment, then took out a small spiritual sword from his storage bag.

The Dragon King's whereabouts are unknown, but he may come back at any time, so time is very tight.

The only solution now is to break the door by force.

The finger-sized pocket sword grew in the wind and soon became more than three feet long.

Wang Chonglin silently slashed at the Lingjin gate.

Since I established my foundation, I have found this low-grade spiritual weapon made for me by my master to be the most useful.

He didn't expect that the thickness of the door was far beyond his imagination, and even with the sword completely inserted, there was still a strong sense of obstruction.

He twisted and pulled, and hundreds of pounds of spiritual gold were dug out.

Somehow, a strange thought flashed through Wang Chonglin's mind.

Even when the Qingxuan Sect was at its peak, it probably wasn't so arrogant.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from here, a young man with purple hair and blue eyes was standing on the water.

I saw him leaning one hand behind his back and holding a small mirror slightly larger than his palm in the other.

The image in the mirror was Wang Chonglin trying his best to break open the door to the treasure house.

What is even more surprising is that the man has two small horns about an inch long on his head, which are crystal clear and a wonder of nature.

There is no doubt that he is the master of Dragon Palace, a Dragon King with the cultivation level of Golden Elixir.

Wang Chonglin thought that as long as he was careful, he would have a chance to take the treasure away.

Afterwards, he was discovered and hunted by the Dragon King, but the master probably wasn’t implicated.

In fact, from the moment he stepped into the bottom of the lake, he alarmed the divine consciousness and formation left by the Dragon King.

A formation master whose formation skills and cultivation level match each other is rare even among human cultivators.

Although Long Jun has some inherited memories, he only has a rough understanding of this aspect.

With his late Jindan realm and hundreds of years of accumulation, he had no problem arranging a second-order formation, but the third order was beyond his ability.

Wang Chonglin was only at the initial stage of foundation building, and avoiding some formations was already his limit.

The spiritual consciousness left behind by the Jindan stage can monitor him at all times, but it is a means he cannot predict.

Just now, when the magic weapon made unusual movements, the Dragon King was surprised to find that a small and insignificant person actually wanted to steal his treasure.

Although there were monsters of all sizes patrolling constantly on weekdays, they were just for show. No one had ever been so rampant. This was something new that he had never seen before.

As Wang Chonglin continued to exert his full strength, the several-foot-thick gate made of spiritual gold began to shake.

The Dragon King put away the small mirror, mobilized his magical power and headed towards the Dragon Palace in the southwest direction.

The purpose of this trip has been fulfilled, it's time to go back.

The Golden Core Demon King's escape speed was incredible. He was a hundred miles away in an instant, and there was still no ripple around him.

As soon as Wang Chonglin entered the treasury, he was almost dazzled by the scene before him.

Countless second-level spiritual objects, most of which were spiritual gold blocks, were displayed in the spacious treasury.

The surrounding walls were actually made of spiritual stones, supplemented by various precious spiritual objects.

The spiritual medicines that have grown to their limit have all their medicinal power locked up with great magic power and stored in spiritual jade vessels of high grade.

The remains of monsters piled up like a small mountain and were collected and classified into different categories.

The monsters have the habit of killing each other and devouring their flesh and blood. Although the Dragon King has banned this, he allows monsters who have made contributions to choose the bodies of their own kind who have died of old age.

Wang Chonglin walked hurriedly, his spiritual sense checking the spiritual object over and over again.

After a long time, he finally found the spiritual object that could extend the life of Master Lingyi.

However, the state of the creature was very strange. It was actually a little white man sitting on a green pony.

The two are connected as one, and the eye socket at the horse's head is only in its infancy.

Obviously the little guy is the real body, or some of his consciousness has not yet been fully born.

At this time, it was forced into the corner of the treasure house by Wang Chonglin, and the little man's smart eyes were full of fear.

He was mumbling something, but was unable to form a complete wave of consciousness to express his meaning.

Only the pupils of its upper body are black, while the rest of its body is as smooth and white as jade.

There are three silver-like lines on each of the four hooves of the horse below, which finally converge behind the horse and disappear.

After careful observation, it was found that these three lines could conceal the divine sense, which was why Wang Chonglin did not notice it at first.

It was his persistent search that eventually forced it out from among the numerous spiritual objects.

"The jade-faced, silver-threaded horse is about 500 years old. According to legend, one foot can extend one's life by 30 years.

But anyone can only take it once, and taking more can only extend one's lifespan by thirty years."

Wang Chonglin recalled the descriptions of this kind of natural treasures in ancient books, and his eyes became more and more passionate as he looked at the Zhiren and Zhima.

Even though it has such incredible effects, its own strength is extremely weak and it can only tease a few mortals at most.

After being discovered by Wang Chonglin, he retreated all the way to the corner, looking weak and helpless.