Chapter 9 Making a Fortune

"Get rich, get rich!"

Long Yang was extremely excited. ranw?en

It is said that people who cultivate immortals come out of the dust, and they say that they are not limited to foreign things.

That's just an excuse you made for yourself because you are poor.

Watching a huge spirit crystal in front of you, and feeling it carefully, there is a hidden formation inside, and there may be a lot of treasures and belongings inside.

These are all really appearing in front of your eyes, can you not care?

Long Yang doesn't know what other people think, anyway, he wants to not care now, which is totally impossible.

Things like spirit crystals, even in the fairy world, are by no means uncommon, and most of them are used to arrange formations.

As long as you can find the spirit crystal, generally speaking, as long as you take it off, the so-called formation will be self-defeating, showing the original appearance of the Immortal Burial Forest itself.

When Long Yang's trembling hands touched the spirit crystal, a chill began to pervade.

In the next second, the entire surrounding space changed at this instant, as if countless mirrors were shattered.

Immediately afterwards, another world appeared in front of him.

The trees are still the same trees, even the flowers, plants and stones are no different from the previous world.

The only difference between this space and the previous space is that the overall spiritual power has become much stronger, and the bones on the ground have also become much more numerous.

The entire ground, almost all places are full of bones, they are of different shapes, intertwined and have begun to become indistinguishable from each other.

The sparkling fairy stones and the fairy artifacts exuding precious light may not be very dense, but overall, they can definitely be said to be completely developed.

"One by one, I'm afraid even if you rob an ordinary fairy gate, there may not be so many, right?"

Even on weekdays, Meng Ji often sees that girl take out countless good things to share with herself, at this moment Long Yang began to feel that this place is really a treasure.

It shows that most of them are just low-grade immortal stones, the most common currency in the entire fairy world. Occasionally, some middle-grade stones will appear, but the amount is terrifying.

They were scattered on the ground one by one, even if they were picked up, it would take a long time.

Not to mention the fairy artifacts that are generally worth at least tens or even hundreds of low-grade fairy stones.

The number is indeed less than that of immortal stones, but these are the most practical things for him now, okay?

Searching around in a hurry, he finally found a storage ring on a finger with a withered bone.

Immediately, he used his spiritual sense to erase the last trace of the storage ring, and just like that, he began to collect all kinds of useful wealth in the fairy burial forest like an old farmer.

Just for the low-grade spirit stones, at least a few thousand pieces have been harvested, and as for the immortal artifacts, there are at least hundreds of them.

Just like that, Long Yang, who was satisfied, paused for a while.

"Huh? There's even a second-grade fairy weapon?"

Grabbing a broken sword casually, Long Yang began to examine it carefully.

In himself, he thought that he had collected a lot of fairy artifacts, and he had gradually lost interest in planting defective products.

However, he used the rest time to investigate casually, only to find that the broken sword was not defective.

It is a real second-rank fairy weapon, even a second-rank fairy weapon that has not been damaged.

This thing is worth hundreds of first-grade immortal artifacts.

"It's just that Mao is a broken sword? Is there any story in it?"

At first glance, the overall feeling of Broken Sword is only simplicity and vicissitudes.

Even, in recent years, very few fairies have used this style of flying sword.

But it happened that this kind of vicissitudes and simple feeling were very strong, but it won Long Yang's inner joy.

Just kidding, this is, before he didn't even have a first-grade fairy weapon, the only treasure in his body was the wooden hairpin that Meng Ji gave him.

Moreover, until now he still doesn't know what the wooden hairpin is for,

A fairy artifact belonging to several grades.

But now, a broken sword, a second-grade fairy weapon, suddenly appeared, and the evaporation and outline inside the fairy weapon itself did not seem to be consumed at all. With such a violent surprise and wealth, it is considered that he did not lose his composure and drool in the first place. Not bad.

"Good guy, if I had a broken sword before, would I still need to use my ancestral iron head skills to deal with the external incarnation? One sword down, keep the immortal incarnation and shatter it in diameter."

This fairy is always greedy.

At this point, Long Yang had already started to fantasize about holding this flying sword in his hand and killing all directions.

Especially this is still a broken sword, pretending to be a good one.

"Put it away, I guess I will have to rely on this flying sword for a long time to come." With a thought, he put the flying sword into his storage bag.

There are some frequently used items in it, and even a change of clothes. Now it seems that it should be distinguished from the storage ring.

"It's almost time to go out. With such a broken sword, if you take out the Demon Snake Island, maybe the chance of success will increase by one point." Standing up, he patted the dust on himself.

Without pausing, he was ready to go out.

Whizzing……

In a blink of an eye, a crimson light, accompanied by extremely fast speed, unexpectedly entered the center of Long Yang's eyebrows at this moment.

This, this is obviously some treasure that I have not discovered by myself, and I am unwilling to automatically recognize the master.

"Is the talent and blood of the young master already against the sky to such an extent?"

And after some feelings, he finally understood.

That ray of light is indeed a treasure, but the matter of self-recognition of the Lord is not oneself.

It's the golden mark on his forehead that hasn't completely receded yet.

That thing just disappeared into the golden mark in an instant.

Immediately, as the golden mark began to disappear until now, no matter how Long Yang tried to drive it out to explore its traces, it still didn't show half of it.

"What the hell is it? It won't be hidden in the young master's body, killing the young master at a critical moment, right?"

He began to mobilize carefully, and he even tried to untie those loose seals, but he was unable to achieve it.

Finally, Long Yang, who had stopped working for a long time, gave up again, entered with his divine sense, and wanted to investigate.

Unfortunately, the investigation was not very smooth.

That thing hid in Long Yang's brain along with its own golden imprint, and there was still a little mist around it, making it hard for him to see what it was.

Vaguely, he saw that it was a picture, like a scroll.

And in this picture, long swords of various shapes are bustlingly drawn.

But these things, even though Long Yang has seen some of them, it is only a very small part, and he has no idea what is in most of them.

"Come on! That's it."

"It's pointless to dwell on it."

Fortunately, this guy is not a person who accepts death, and needs to find out when something happens.

Otherwise, with the secrets in his body alone, he would probably be able to toss and toss for countless years without eating, drinking, or sleeping.