The white jade spider was killed and the crisis was lifted, and everyone felt relieved.

Some monks whose true energy was exhausted were already covered in cold sweat. If the white jade spider still did not die, they would be the ones who died.

The horror of monsters made everyone frightened.

With the joint efforts of sixty or seventy Qi Refining Cultivators, they also used the power of the sword formation, and finally killed many people and killed the monsters. This result was a tragic result.

If a single Qi-refining cultivator faces a monster, he will undoubtedly die.

In a fierce battle, five people died on one side of Qianyun Sect and more than ten people were seriously injured, while three people died on the Longyan Sect and four people were seriously injured.

It was just a meal that eight living cultivators died in the end, were killed by monsters, and even their corpses were ragged.

Both sides simply deal with the bodies of their fellow disciples. This underground palace was treated as a tomb. In addition to the tomb owner, there were eight more dead souls.

The warriors and generals in the mundane world were able to wrap corpses in horses and deaths, but they didn't even have any corpses.

The cruelty of the world of cultivation is nothing more than that.

In the silent underground palace, there was a sense of sadness, and a youngest disciple Qianyun even started sobbing.

"Why are you crying! Don't practice if you can't stand life and death!"

Jiang Xiaolian's voice was cold and strong.

"We seek immortality, seek freedom, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and do things that ordinary people dare not think about. Our choice is to change our destiny against the heavens, and death is the price."

Wen Qiuqing's tone was a little low, but she was just as firm. After whispering, there were signs of loosening in her realm, which was a little closer to the foundation building.

The process of cultivating immortals not only involves hard practice, but also requires enlightenment.

A momentary enlightenment and connection with the Tao are sometimes more precious than years of hard practice.

The sad atmosphere was gradually dispelled, and the monks who recovered began to whisper, checking each other's injuries or cheering each other up.

After checking the injuries of his fellow disciples one by one, Wen Qiuqing took out dozens of spiritual pills, which had already affected her family's fortune.

"Thank you, senior sister!"

"Thank you Senior Sister Wen!"

"Senior Sister Wen is the best!"

The Qianyun disciples were extremely grateful. They could go out to practice with such a generous senior sister, and they would not panic even if they encountered a crisis.

"The monster is dead, the sacrifice is still there, and it should continue to be distributed."

A voice came from the Longyan Sect.

"Senior Brother Sun died, and the elixirs in the porcelain bottle were destroyed by you. We should choose one more sacrifice!" Pang Feng held the black knife and argued.

"You have no place to stay, let's take a rest." Chang Sheng glanced at the opposite side and said coldly.

When fighting monsters, they only want to protect themselves. Now that the monsters are dead, they still want to gain more benefits. These guys who are not working hard are really bullying people.

Changsheng doesn't care about others, he will not agree to the people of Longyan Sect who get more benefits.

"If you die, we will die too! Why don't we distinguish between us?" Pang Feng shouted, and other disciples of Longyan Sect also glared.

With a click.

The long sword was pierced into the ground, and the sword body buzzed.

"By it."

Chang Sheng pointed to the sword in front of him, with a expressionless face.

"You didn't do anything in the fierce battle just now. Now you are thinking about the benefits?" Jiang Xiaolian said angrily: "There is no one at all!"

Seeing that Qianyun Sect became angry, Pang Feng immediately lost his arrogance, and the other disciples of Longyan Sect dared not say anything.

After all, there are many people in the family, and if they really want to fight, the Longyan Sect is no match at all.

"We divided the remaining offerings and spirit stones."

Jiang Xiaolian crossed the cultivator of Longyan Sect, pulled the sword from the ground in front of Chang Sheng, and said, "Is the sword good? Are you still good at it?"

"It's very convenient." Chang Sheng nodded, thinking that something was going to happen.

"Just take advantage of it. I'll borrow it from me next time I want to use it." Jiang Xiaolian cursedly put away the sword and turned around and walked towards the bronze coffin.

"It's better not to borrow it." Chang Sheng grinned and borrowed a sword to kill monsters, and no one wanted to borrow it.

There were six or seven kinds of sacrifices left in the bronze coffin. According to the cultivation level and contribution, they were distributed to several Qianyun monks in the late stage of Qi Refining. As for the hundreds of spirit stones in the bronze coffin, everyone agreed and left them to Wen Qiuqing.

Not to mention the contribution of killing monsters, Wen Qiuqing took out the pills to save everyone were worth hundreds of spirit stones.

This place is allocating benefits, but Changsheng didn't move forward.

Although the first Luo Mansion he chose was not very valuable, he was given the benefits. It seemed really stingy to join in the fun.

Although the spirit stone is good, it is just external things, so Changsheng is open-minded.

Since he did not share the benefits, Changsheng came to the corpse of the white jade spider and planned to take a look at the true appearance of the monster.

The white jade spider was covered with a hard shell, which was broken at this time, and strange blood was flowing out. It was this hard shell that allowed it to resist the bombardment of magic weapons.

It seems that most monsters have strong bodies, but once they are killed, their bodies will be as terrible as they see, making people vomit.

The dead big spider was indeed not very good-looking. He looked away and Chang Sheng looked at the black robe that fell on the side.

The black robe was worn by the tomb owner, and it was left by the monster's death and became something no one wanted.

Looking at the dirty black robe, Chang Sheng's eyes moved, and he went up to pick it up and put it into the rumpled mansion.

Since there are treasures in the bronze coffin, isn’t the black robe worn on the tomb owner also a treasure?

Especially this robe experienced the successive attacks of fireballs, lightning and sword energy. In the end, the white jade spider hiding inside was dead, but the robe was not damaged at all.

It must be a good thing!

Chang Sheng felt very proud of having picked up the treasure.

"What is this drawing?"

"There are many patterns in the coffin!"

The disciples of Qianyun Sect who were surrounded by the bronze coffin came a low voice, and Chang Sheng also walked over to look after hearing this.

After the white silk spread in the coffin was removed, the inner wall of the bronze coffin appeared, and the inner wall was engraved with strange patterns.

The first pattern paints some villains, and these people are worshiping something, and the tributes are like mountains.

The second pattern depicts many flat bamboo baskets, which are densely packed with countless small insects, and there are many leaves piled around the bamboo basket.

The third pattern is a strange big worm climbing in the forest, even on the branches, and long thin filaments are dragged behind each big worm.

"What a disgusting bug." Chen Ge'er slapped her eyebrows.

"It should be a monster. These people are raising monsters in captivity?" Ma Xiaobu also found it strange.

"It's a silkworm." Chang Sheng saw the key from the third pattern and said: "They are raising silkworms."

"This is a word, so old, it should be... the Silkworm King!"

Qu Hongfei saw that there were two ancient texts engraved on the back of the lid of the bronze coffin. If he didn't look closely, he thought it was a decorative pattern. After careful identification, he found that it was the word Silkworm King.

"No wonder the strange snake carved on the stone door is so weird. It turns out that it is not a snake." Jiang Xiaolian looked at the bronze statue beside her and said, "It's a silkworm!"

"It seems that some tribes from ancient times worshipped the Silkworm King." Wen Qiuqing nodded and said, some unsolved mysteries were finally solved at this time.

"Silkstone King, then this is the tomb of the Silkstone King." Jiang Xiaolian looked at the fourth pattern and said in confusion: "What are they doing?"
Chapter completed!