Chapter 781 True Immortal Skull

Between the ninth and eighth floors of Wanbao Tower, there is the most powerful restriction and magic circle among the nine floors. Strictly speaking, this magic circle cannot be broken so easily even by masters in the Nascent Soul realm. , but in terms of evading restrictions and breaking magic circles, having the knowledge of Yin Yang Gods and Demons and the Prajna Sutra is definitely a master level. Let alone the Nascent Soul, even if the tribulation overhaul comes, I dare not say that my accomplishments in breaking the ban and breaking the formation can be better than Fang Xing, who has two unique treasures in his possession.

Even so, it took him less than half a cup of tea, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, before he successfully passed through the magic circle. The process was extremely dangerous. If he hadn't been slippery, it would have been difficult. He sneaked in without touching the magic circle, but he finally succeeded. The moment he stepped onto the ninth floor, his heart couldn't help but beat fast, and he looked inside with gleaming eyes...

Then he froze!

The ninth floor of the Wanbao Building is not as jeweled as the first eight floors. It is like an ordinary study room with a few items sparsely placed. It also looks dull, gray and dilapidated, just like walking from the street. I picked it up on the side, and more importantly, in the middle of the study room, there is a table of unknown age. Opposite the table, there is an old man who is old and shameless, wearing a robe and wearing a hat. The man in Qingjin, dressed as a sour scholar, with two round glazed tablets on his face that are specialized in treating eye diseases, was leaning on the desk and writing furiously...

Hearing the sound of Fang Xing coming up, the old Confucian scholar also raised his head and looked at him from behind the two glass pieces.

One is old and the other is young, one is a monk and the other is a Confucian, both of them are a bit dull at the same time...

"****..."

Fang Xing was the first to react and almost jumped up: "Why is there someone here?"

His heart felt strangely tense. He had clearly sensed that there was no living breath above, so how could an old man suddenly appear? Surprised, he subconsciously turned around and took a look, only to find that some of the restrictions were designed to block the leakage of aura. And this old man was old and weak, and had almost no cultivation. No wonder he didn't notice him at all. , it is true that Fang Xing's current strength is extraordinary. He only pays attention to people above the Golden Core realm. These mortals are nothing...

But it's okay, after all, he's just a mortal old man, he just knocked him out casually!

Furthermore, this damn old man is dressed in a sour and scholarly manner, which is what Uncle Fang hates the most. He will beat up any scholar he sees!

It was too late to say it, but it was too soon. After all, I was worried that this old man would raise his voice and alert the old Nascent Soul cultivator who was sitting in the backyard of Wanbao Tower. Fang Xing jumped up almost as soon as he saw the old Confucian scholar, and casually He took out the small Fengchan cauldron from his storage bag and knocked on the door of the old man's head. This was so fast that the old man was stunned and could not react!

However, when he saw that the small Fengchan cauldron was about to hit the old man's head, Fang Xing hesitated slightly, thinking that the Fengchan cauldron weighed more than 100,000 kilograms, and his hands were heavy, so the old man looked weak. After a few days, he didn't want to beat him to death, so he put the Fengchan Cauldron to the side, picked up the inkstone, and slapped the old man on the forehead...

"etc……"

During the interval between putting down the Fengchan cauldron and replacing the inkstone, the old man finally reacted, waving his hands rapidly and lowering his voice and shouting.

If he had raised his voice, the inkstone would probably have fallen down, but seeing that he was interested, he even lowered his voice. Fang Xingcai hesitated subconsciously, and the inkstone was suspended in the air, only half a finger away from the old man's head. distance……

Looking at the dark inkstone close at hand, and then at the Feng Chan small cauldron and Fang Xing with a fierce look on his face, the old sour scholar seemed relieved to have escaped death, and patted his chest gently. , then looked at Fang Xing for a few times in panic, straightened the two glass pieces on the bridge of his nose, and asked blankly: "This fellow Taoist...you...what are you here for?"

"Do you still have to ask?"

Fang Xing waved the inkstone in his hand and said something domineering.

The old sour scholar was stunned for a moment, glanced at the large sack behind Fang Xing, and said in disbelief: "...Stealing things?"

Fang Xing, who originally wanted to knock him unconscious with an inkstone, suddenly became angry. He looked at the old sour scholar angrily and said, "You are blind. Why are you stealing... You are obviously here to rob... Young Master." I will never steal when I can..."

I have never seen such a straightforward answer before. The old sour scholar was also stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly: "Robbing Wanbao Tower?"

Fang Xingdao: "Yes!"

The old sour scholar looked at Fang Xing with admiration in his eyes: "Fellow Taoist is so fierce!"

Fang Xing felt a little embarrassed. He loosened his grip on the inkstone and said with a smile, "Don't say that, I'm too embarrassed to knock you!"

The old sour scholar seemed to be dizzy, and then he noticed the confiscated inkstone that was still next to his head. He thought of his fear, and said with a somewhat frightened look: "This...this...fellow Taoist, you can't be..." Do you want to kill people and silence them?"

Fang Xingdao: "How can that be possible? You don't know who I am. Why should I kill you? I'll just knock you out and let's forget it!"

The old sour scholar breathed a sigh of relief, then said with a grimace: "Why do you have to knock me out?"

Fang Xing glared at him and said, "If I don't knock you out, how can I steal...ah, no, just grab something!"

The old sour scholar smiled bitterly: "You can just take what's yours, I can't stop you with my body..."

"That's true!"

Fang Xing murmured, then put the inkstone down, but said to the old sour scholar: "You old man, please be careful. My reaction is very fast. If you want to yell and scream, I will definitely shoot you." You don't need an inkstone, just use that cauldron to shoot you... Let me tell you, just because of your appearance, it's because of your age. If you were ten years younger, I would have beaten you first. !”

"why?"

The old sour scholar raised his hands high, as if he was afraid that Fang Xing would misunderstand that he was dishonest, and asked curious questions at the same time.

Fang Xingdao: "You scholars are the most annoying. You don't have any good things... It's a shame if you have nothing to do and write nothing every day. I suffered a lot from you when I was a child. Half of the reasons for the beatings I received from my uncle were because of you..."

This reason made the old scholar stunned. After a while, he defended: "That was done by a famous scholar with a good reputation, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Fang Xingdao: "Why doesn't it matter?"

The old sour scholar said angrily: "I've been taking exams all my life, but I haven't even passed the exam!"

Fang Xing was delighted when he heard this and laughed loudly: "It's embarrassing, so you still wear Confucian robes?"

The old sour scholar said: "Just because I didn't pass the exam, I wore it to enjoy myself!"

"You are honest!"

Fang Xing praised Lao Suanru and felt that the old man liked him. He really didn't mean to yell when he saw Lao Suanru again. He kept holding his hands high with no intention of putting them down, so he put them down a little. In his heart, a ray of spiritual thought hung on Lao Suanru, monitoring his every move at any time. However, he turned around and began to carefully look at the layout of the room. While looking at it, he felt a little curious and asked Lao Suanru. Said: "Wanbao Tower is also one of the twelfth floors of Bai Yujing. It is considered the top existence in the world of cultivation. Why did you put an old guy like you on the top floor? I was shocked just now. I thought this place What kind of treasure will there be..."

The old sour scholar smiled bitterly and said: "There are no treasures. The treasures are all on the lower floors. This is where I imprison myself..."

"Self-imprisonment?"

Fang Xing noticed these two words keenly, and turned around to look at the old sour scholar in surprise.

This old sour scholar is just a mortal, how can he be qualified to imprison himself in the ninth level of Wanbao Tower?

The old sour scholar also seemed to know that Fang Xing had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained with a smile: "When I was young, I did something wrong, and I regretted it so much that I begged Wanbao Tower to lock me here. It happened that they also lacked someone to help them. He is someone who copies the meanings of scriptures, and he really can’t go out casually, so what I bring to their door naturally suits their needs, so I will stay here..."

In this way, Fang Xing understood.

Wanbao Tower distributes talisman edict rewards. There are many scriptures and meanings that cannot be reproduced with jade slips. What is reproduced with jade slips are often human thoughts, that is, people's understanding and perception are given to them at the same time. Although it is convenient for you, it is always a little unsightly. Some places that follow ancient methods are still more accustomed to using paper to spread the meaning of scriptures, and Wanbao Tower often needs to distribute the scriptures and meanings, so naturally people are needed I helped them copy it. This is probably why this old sour scholar stayed upstairs...

There may be some other reasons, but Fang Xing doesn't care.

After all, whether it is in his spiritual sense or in the Yin Yang God and Demon Mirror, this old sour scholar is just an ordinary person. His energy and blood are declining. There is no difference. He just has some secrets, as long as it does not affect his business. , too lazy to find out...

"What kind of crap is this..."

After carefully observing the room, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. There was no treasure in this room. Apart from a pile of thread-bound books with no spirituality, there were only a few shelves, and what was placed on them was clearly half-weathered. There are animal bones, a bare collarbone, a few stones with strange patterns, a broken blade with only one piece left, a palm with only white bones left, a skull head with several holes in it, etc., It was placed quietly on the shelf, looking weird...

Sure enough, there is no treasure, right?

Fang Xing was very disappointed. While muttering, he still stepped forward to take a look with doubts on his face, and used the Yin Yang Divine Demon Mirror.

"The corpses of the lightning clan have lost their spirituality and their treasure nature..."

"The bones of the Fallen God species are not precious bones and have no special characteristics..."

"Desolate Sky Divine Gold, its divine power has been lost, only the remains..."

Although they were tatters, they were tatters placed on the ninth floor of Bai Yujing Wanbao Building. Fang Xing did not let go of any possibility. He carefully looked at these things with the Yin Yang God and Demon Jian, but was disappointed to find that , although the names of these things are weird, such as lightning clan, fallen god species, etc., I have never heard of them, but they have neither divinity nor law, and they are really just rags...

Only when he saw the last skull, he was slightly startled and his eyes brightened slightly.

In my mind, a reminder from the Yin Yang God and Demon Mirror flashed across my mind: "The skull of a true immortal is sealed and cannot be identified..."