Chapter 223 Changes in the Treasure House

In fact, Qin Yi could understand the emperor's feeling of disregarding immortals, because whether it was Lingxu or the monks from Dahuanxi Temple, they all showed extraordinary abilities, but they all respected him as the emperor. After this kind of experience, he naturally felt that the so-called immortals were no big deal, and they had to obey the emperor's orders.

But the emperor is obviously thinking wrong...

What everyone respects has never been his power or strength. On the contrary, everyone is trying to shake and usurp his national destiny. How can there be any respect? I didn't use extraordinary power to deal with you, it's just a taboo under certain rules. If someone like Guan Ji really wants to go all out, it will be very easy to turn your entire Longyuan City into ruins. Who is the emperor.

It's a pity that the emperor apparently didn't realize this.

Of course, it was impossible for Qin Yi to take him seriously, so he just replied indifferently: "It's up to you to decide whether to be a national teacher or not. Qin came here because he found the root of the dragon's aura, so he came here to return."

The emperor seemed to remember that the purpose of inviting the immortals was for this matter, and his mind was finally diverted: "Oh? What's the reason?"

Qin Yi said: "There must be monsters in the treasure house of the inner palace, just remove them."

Contrary to Qin Yi's expectation, after hearing these words, the emperor actually escaped the murderous intent, and quickly restrained himself, muttering: "Since that's the case, let the national teacher accompany the immortal leader to go in."

Although the murderous intent was fleeting, ordinary people might not be able to feel it, but the spiritual sense of a cultivator is so keen that Qin Yi can detect the looming murderous intent without even looking.

The emperor wanted to kill himself?

I didn't mean it before, what did my words touch?

He kept his composure, turned his head to Lingxu and said, "Brother Daoist, thank you."

Lingxu smiled and said, "Where the hell is it, Brother Dao is also doing his best to help me."

Daqian's royal treasure house is much more explosive than Nanli's. This is not a collection of vulgar objects such as gold, silver and jewelry. It is often some special tools that have been enlightened and transformed by the "National Masters" and "Immortal Masters" of the past dynasties. Some of them are really good magic tools. There is also the possibility of high-grade treasures.

Even the structure of the treasure house is not a simple warehouse, but an underground palace with various organ formations. It was also built by the real Youdao immortal master in the early years. Ordinary practitioners may not be able to come in and out of it casually, so someone needs to be taken.

Lingxu led Qin Yi to the door of the treasure house, ordered many guards to open the door, and said casually: "Brother Dao, why don't you really stay and be a national teacher? I can also take care of your little niece."

Qin Yi smiled: "Everyone has their own destiny, and since the little girl has His Majesty's care, I don't need to intervene too much... Just come and see her when you have time."

While speaking, the heavy iron door of the treasure house was opened, and the two stepped in. At the moment when the light was interlaced and covered by the door, no one noticed a yellow mouse jumping out of Qin Yi's arms, and it disappeared along the dark corner of the wall.

Qin Yi turned to the left as if nothing had happened. It was a weapon exhibition room. There were many swords hanging on the wall, some of which were very aura or bloody.

Lingxu said: "This is the sword of the past emperors, and the weapon used to kill famous generals, and the fate of the country comes from it."

Qin Yi looked around: "There is no founding sword?"

Lingxu knew what he was thinking, and what was related to the dragon of luck, of course, was most likely the sword of founding the country.

"Of course the treasure is in the deepest secret room, and it won't be displayed in the place where you just entered the door." Lingxu smiled and said, "If Brother Dao is interested in the sword here, it's not wrong for Bing Ming to take one for his own use later. Can't."

"Hmm..." Qin Yi saw a mace leaning against the wall, picked it up completely subconsciously, weighed it twice, and shook his head again.

Too light...it deserves to be called a mace!

"Let's go." He dropped the stick casually: "Since the things related to luck are in the deepest secret room, just go and see them directly. I didn't come here for Taobao."

Lingxu didn't say anything, and continued to lead him into the depths, passing several secret rooms on the way, without opening them again.

Qin Yi had been sensing the position of the treasure that suppressed luck, and it was indeed at the deepest position in front of him. But the deeper and deeper you go, you have already penetrated into the ground, the surroundings are dark, and there are countless traps. If you want to set up some traps to deceive people, this is indeed a good place.

He woke up even more cautiously.

There was nothing wrong with it along the way, Lingxu took Qin Yi around several turns, and finally arrived at a golden gate at the end.

Lingxu pressed somewhere beside the door, and the golden door slowly opened.

This secret room is very small, with only one incense table, on which a shining sword is enshrined. There is a painting on the wall behind the sword, which depicts the universe, mountains and rivers, which is considered to complement the meaning of the sword.

There is nothing else.

Qin Yi could clearly feel that the faint force that restrained the dragon of luck and prevented it from flying away was indeed emanating from this secret room. When the door opened, the dense luck was extremely strong confidence.

Lingxu was looking at the sword.

Qin Yi was looking at the painting.

The sword and the painting are considered to be together, and the luck is so dense that no one can tell where they come from. If anyone were to judge, they would probably directly believe that the founding sword must be the treasure of fortune, but only Qin Yi knew it was not.

It is painting.

The mountains, rivers and land in the painting are the real treasures that keep the mountains and rivers immortal.

And Qin Yi is too familiar with this painting method and the atmosphere hidden in it, and it is basically the same hand as the monkey painting on his body.

This is the painting made by Ju Yunxiu's master—also Qin Yi's nominal master.

Ju Yunxiu once thought that the paintings given to friends in the world were not treasures. Facts have proved that this painting is the one with the highest grade among the several paintings he has collected so far.

Maybe there is no ability to hurt people, but the value is higher than hurting people.

Qin Yi can see even more that the meaning of mountains and rivers in this painting is this vast land, this great river and mountains, and it is the land and creatures covered by this country named "Dagan", not the royal family of Dagan. .

My goal is completely consistent with the meaning of "Master", and I no longer have any doubts.

Qin Yi stepped in.

Lingxu didn't follow, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The secret room was very small, Qin Yi arrived at the incense table in a few steps, reached out to touch the sword, turned his head and said with a smile: "Brother Dao, it may indeed be this thing."

Lingxu's eyes became astonished, and he stepped forward strangely, as if he wanted to see clearly.

Just when he walked to Qin Yi's side, Qin Yi suddenly pulled away and flew back.

Just in front of the futon where the two of them stood, the ground suddenly burst into the light of the formation, like a prison suddenly opened, instantly trapping Lingxu inside. At the same time, the sword lit up with a sharp light, and a sharp sword energy roared down towards Lingxu, extremely ferocious, at least it was a blow from Tengyun!

"clang!"

Lingxu seemed to be quite prepared, but he was very embarrassed because of his lack of practice. He finally sacrificed a gossip plate to block the sword. The gossip plate was destroyed directly, but the sword energy did not weaken much, and it forcibly pierced through his shoulder , nailed him to the wall.

If it wasn't for his preparation, this one move would have killed him!

With a "plop", Lingxu fell to the ground along the wall, clutching his shoulder injury painstakingly, and vomiting blood, it was obvious that the injury was not only the shoulder, but the heart and lungs in his body had been injured by the sword energy.

He stared at Qin Yi hard, trying to say something but couldn't.

Lingxu really couldn't understand why Qin Yi didn't have a thing to do when he touched the sword, and he touched the restriction when he walked up to take a look out of curiosity?

Qin Yi smiled slightly: "Brother Dao, no matter whether you advance or retreat next time, be decisive, and you will lose if you hesitate."

With the voice, he retreated again.

In the air of the secret room, there seemed to be an invisible big clock, which suddenly covered it.

If you think that the sword qi just now is the only restriction here and relax, then you will be set. But Qin Yi seemed to have expected it, the mace was suddenly in his hand, and he swept behind him: "Master Cihui, is your neck okay?"

Originally, the corridor behind was empty, without even the breath of a living person, but at this moment, there was a crisp sound of gold and iron, Cihui raised her Zen stick and appeared.