Chapter 630 The Fisherman

But there was only a little bit of what was left inside. Zhang Deming silently took out three spirit crystals, dozens of spirit stones and half a brand new magic robe. Other than that, nothing.

He stood there speechless for a while, this was his first time picking up a leak, why are they all rubbish. What a vengeance, the space storage is broken, this is outrageous!

Anyway, restrain yourself a little, at least to ensure that the space artifacts are intact!

Zhang Deming's speechless thoughts flickered, he checked his surroundings, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he floated up again and headed in another direction.

The half-dead young man who used the sword as a crutch before was hit by the aftermath of the attack, and his broken body was directly sent flying.

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Carefully floated out of the giant crater, looking around, the trees in a certain area on the edge of the huge crater, as if they had experienced a typhoon, were all uprooted and boulders were everywhere.

A little further outside, all the trees collapsed outwards, as did some low-rise mountains, forming a big vacuum.

It can be clearly seen from the sky that after the shock wave spread, it created such an environment around it.

Zhang Deming floated over many boulder areas, and stopped in front of a piece of rubble not far from the huge pit. Because of the strong spell residue, he couldn't see through all the areas thoroughly, which made Zhang Deming frown slightly.

Raise your hand and spread your palm, a dandelion-like flower is born in your hand.

"call······"

With a light blow, dozens of strange spiritual seeds flew out, and amidst the surge of spiritual light, they turned into incarnations one by one in front of them. Immediately, he turned into a flash of spiritual light, and began to quickly clean up the surrounding gravel.

After a while, one of the avatars stopped. Zhang Deming looked over and found some blood.

After confirming the target, the surrounding avatars began to dissipate, leaving vines in place, and began to carefully fiddle with that area.

After a while, as the rubble was removed, a young man in his twenties appeared in front of Zhang Deming.

At this moment, the opponent's face was pale, lifeless, and he was already a corpse. But looking at the corpse, Zhang Deming frowned.

Many parts of the corpse's body were bloody and bloody, its clothes were torn, its hair was disheveled, and most of the long sword held in its right hand had been broken off.

It looked extremely miserable, but if compared with the previous two, this young man who was obviously injured the most and was still at the center of the spell's influence, maintained a complete human form.

Although the body was broken, with blood holes and scorched marks all over the place, it did not fall apart and became the best-looking one among the three.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming did not contact the other party immediately, but his eyes flickered for a long time, after checking out any problems.

Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment, looked at the corpse and said: "The concealment method is good, almost cheated me by pretending to be dead!"

In the words, the tone is firm, the expression is confident and calm, as if Zhang Deming is very sure.

The air was quiet for a while, but Zhang Deming looked at the corpse indifferently with his hands behind his back. After a long time, Zhang Deming said again: "Fellow Daoist, don't you plan to chat? If so, I really want to die as a Fellow Daoist!"

Corpse: "..."

The surrounding area was still quiet for a while, not to mention coming back to life, Zhang Deming didn't even notice the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Deming sighed, and said: "Forget it, since fellow daoist thinks he's dead, let's make him a friend!"

After saying that, Zhang Deming raised his hand and made a move, and the tip of a surrounding vine shone with emerald light, and amidst the surge of spiritual light, it directly inserted into a corpse.

"Pfft..."

The vines inserted into the corpse without hindrance, and there was no abnormal influx of spiritual species. Under Zhang Deming's control, it continued to grow and emerge.

Until the entire body was submerged by vines, and then collapsed into the aura that filled the sky and disappeared, Zhang Deming did not feel the slightest breath fluctuation.

Is he really suffering from persecution paranoia?

Purely thinking too much?

Zhang Deming frowned slightly, and looked at the other party's remaining items.

A set of dilapidated robes that have become beggars' clothes; a half-broken sword; it seems to be the only intact storage ring in this incident.

Zhang Deming first picked up the intact storage ring and probed out his senses. It seemed that most of the ring's restraint had been dissipated due to the death of the owner.

With Zhang Deming's attainments in the formation, seeing the remaining incomplete restrictions, the runes in his eyes surged, and the spiritual light in his hands gushed out, these restrictions were lifted in a short while, and he successfully penetrated into the ring.

It is a five-star magic weapon, the space is not small, hundreds of cubic meters. But it can be seen from it that the young man is a typical big family monk, who has his own exclusive cave in the sect.

Because there are not many things inside, except for some clothes and some spirit materials, there are tens of thousands of spirit stones, a few spirit crystals, and a few miscellaneous books and spell books.

Apart from these messy big heads, Zhang Deming found a few high-end boxes in a corner of the space.

One is long, the chopsticks are long and short, it looks like a brush box, and the two are slightly bigger than a palm, like a jewelry box. On the three boxes, there are banned seals.

The ban on the strip-shaped box feels a little sloppy, as if it was arranged temporarily under the busy schedule. The two palm-sized boxes were obviously carefully arranged.

While Zhang Deming's spiritual light was surging, he opened the long box first, and as the box opened, golden light overflowed instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a scorching feeling that went straight to the depths of the soul rushed to his face. In the roiling heat wave, Zhang Deming felt as if he was in a furnace.

The spiritual shield on his body and the high-level robes on his body seemed to have lost their effectiveness, and the scorching heat was not blocked at all. Obviously, this scorching heat is not physical, but conscious.

Zhang Deming restrained his perception slightly, and the golden light and heat waves in his eyes faded away as if visible to the naked eye.

When Zhang Deming's spiritual eye spell was cancelled, most of the sensations of burning heat and golden light seemed to disappear, and he was able to see clearly the objects in the long box in front of him.

It was a red-gold red feather, and the red-gold color of the feather was a little gray, as if it had not been properly preserved after being pulled from some bird.

Looking at the dim Chi Yu, Zhang Deming felt an extremely ancient and noble temperament for no reason.

"This feeling, could it be the legendary Golden Crow's Feather, the top monster among the monster clan...?"

Zhang Deming's face showed shock, and in his thoughts, following Chiyu's clarity, without waiting for Zhang Deming to do anything, the only spirit treasure book in his body jumped vigorously.

Zhang Deming waved his hand and called him out. Books are actively revolving around Zhang Deming, with a burst of longing.

"You want this?" Zhang Deming asked while looking at the Lingbao book.

The book turned out to be a humane Zhang Hejian, and made a nodding motion.

Zhang Deming looked a little hesitant, now the Golden Crow has become a legend among the demon clan in the Hongmeng Realm, completely extinct. Of course, it was said that in the depths of the Hengduan Mountains, in the Demon Emperor's City, some of the Demon Emperor's family still had the blood of the Golden Crow.

But it's just blood, there is no such thing as a pure-blooded Golden Crow. And the feather in front of it looks like the real Golden Crow's Feather, even if it is slightly damaged, it is still the bloodline material of the Seven Stars!

Whether it is the practice of blood art, refining equipment, or refining special pills, they can be used as the main material and have a very wide range of uses! So extremely precious!

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Deming looked at the book and said as if comforting himself: "Forget it, anyway, you are my only spiritual treasure, so it's not a waste to give it to you."

There was a burst of joy in the book, as if afraid that Zhang Deming would regret it, he rushed up and touched Lingyu.

"Chirp..."

With the touch of the book, Zhang Deming seemed to hear a bird song, and then, the feathers in the long box collapsed into a golden-red aura, pouring into the book.

The book was quickly opened, and came to the page of the second painting spirit, on which was an extremely vague bird shadow.

The golden-red light kept pouring into the page, and the blurred bird shadow seemed to be quickly outlined and perfected by an invisible hand with an invisible pen.

In an instant, the blurry bird's shadow became clear, and a magnificent golden-red bird appeared on the paper.

The big bird came alive, its whole body was fiery red, with a touch of gold, and a dazzling golden halo around it, making it feel like it was in the sun.

It looks like a phoenix in four parts, and a crow in three parts like a bird's head, but it has an extremely noble atmosphere. The most bizarre thing is that the other party's bird claws are different from ordinary two-legged feet in that they have three legs.

"As expected, the second painting spirit is the three-legged Golden Crow!"

In Zhang Deming's thoughts, information began to emerge in the corner of the album like footnotes.

Second Painting Spirit: Ancient Golden Crow

Strength: Up to seven stars can be maintained

Path: the way of speaking, the path of sound, and the path of light

With the emergence of the information, the book was shocked, and countless auras emerged from it, and some golden and red feather patterns appeared on the cover. His Spirit Treasure has been promoted from low-rank Seven Stars to middle-rank Seven Stars!

This change made Zhang Deming show a surprised expression. Using a somewhat broken seven-star material to upgrade the spirit treasure to a higher quality is a good deal!

The books also danced around Zhang Deming with joy.

Zhang Deming was happy for a long time, and then he suppressed his joy and put away the book. He looked at the remaining two jade boxes.

The two boxes are almost the same, obviously they have been carefully handled, but the seal is mainly used to protect the material, not used as an external lock, and the other party is obviously not proficient in arrays, so it is not difficult to crack.

But after a while, Zhang Deming broke the restriction on the box without damage. After opening it carefully, Zhang Deming saw the items in the box.

The two boxes, like the outer packaging, contain the same item. The five-star top-quality spiritual material dragon pattern black gold, a special material for casting swords, can add a lot of power and spirituality to swords.

Because of its particularity, many traditional craftsmen like to use it when casting high-end swords, which has caused scarcity in the market and made its price quite high.

As a non-traditional craftsman, he possesses spiritual nurturing skills, spiritual materials are not too rare for him, but Zhang Deming likes the characteristics of this material very much, and he can sell it for money.

Looking at the two ugly ores of different shapes, Zhang Deming re-sealed the two jade boxes with a slight smile, and then looked at the last sword on the ground.

The sword was originally held in the hands of the young man. The explosion in the final fight between the ordinary monk and Lu Guanjun caused the sword to suffer huge damage. Now it is not only full of cracks, but also half broken.

Zhang Deming inspected it carefully, and found that the sword had a faint aura and dim color, as if it had become an ordinary iron artifact. With a wave of his hand, the sword floated in front of his eyes, and Zhang Deming's rune eyes flickered, carefully protruding out his perception.

"Struggle..."

Without waiting for Zhang Deming to take a closer look, just as he came out of his senses, the sword weapon suddenly let out a sword cry, and in Zhang Deming's senses, countless sword lights pierced.

As if being raided by a flash bomb while wearing night vision goggles, Zhang Deming's eyes were plunged into whiteness, and he also felt a needle-like feeling in his mind, with a splitting headache. The whole person fell into a trance.

At this time, on the broken sword weapon, a miniature sword with the width of two fingers and the length of the middle finger gathered between the sword glows.

After the little sword appeared, without the slightest hesitation, it directly shot towards Zhang Deming's eyebrows.

"bump······"

Seeing that it was about to rush into the center of Zhang Deming's eyebrows, a shield shining with dreamy light suddenly appeared, and immediately ejected the small sword away.

"I thought you were really going to die all the time!" At this moment, Zhang Deming, who seemed to be in a trance, his eyes became clear without warning, and he looked at the illusory little sword with a little playfulness.

And following his gaze, before the flying little sword had time to do anything, several illusory and slender blood-colored chains protruded out of the void, instantly binding the flying little sword.

The little sword vibrated constantly, but its cultivation base was comparable to that of Zhang Deming after the blessing. At this moment, it was just a remnant soul, facing Zhang Deming's prepared surprise attack, it had no resistance at all.

The blood-colored chains on the body of the sword swim, ignoring its vibrations, covering the entire small sword, and finally forming a lock at the position of the sword grid, on which the Yin-Yang fish pattern circulates.

With the rotation of the yin-yang fish, Xiaojian became completely quiet, completely lost the ability to resist, and became a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Why, haven't you shown up yet?" Zhang Deming looked at the small sword that looked like a shadow of a sword, and said, "Although your skill of pretending to be dead is really good, and you are so careful that you have canceled the identification of the storage ring. It's like a real death.

But... a certain never believed that both of them just happened to die in battle. This kind of coincidental thing can really happen in the battle of high-ranking monks.

Of course, someone secretly intervened at the critical moment and said something else. If I guessed correctly, the reason why the two of you lost in the fight just now was all because of your credit, right?

A certain one really admires you. In such a seriously injured state, you were able to turn against the two of you in the end. I have to say that you are indeed a sword cultivator of a big family. "

It's late, look at the ticket folder, don't get moldy!