1270: C1270 The Cosmos Bag

C1270 The Cosmos Bag

Instantly, Zhou Yan's expression lit up.

One had to know that although he possessed the ability to devour souls, he still needed a large amount of resources to allow him to absorb and cultivate.

These medicinal herbs were just right for him.

Whoosh!

After that, Zhou Yan stretched out his arm and easily moved between the piles of medicinal herbs. Like a fish, he wriggled through the medicinal grass and moved all of them into the Qiankun bag.

There were a total of five hundred of these medicinal herbs. If he were to sell them, it would be enough for Zhou Yan to exchange for five hundred spirit coins.

"Haha...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After doing all this, Zhou Yan could not help but laugh out loud.

Five hundred spirit coins was definitely a huge sum of money to him right now.

"Eh? There's actually a Profound Weapon here."

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's pupils contracted as he saw a broken sword.

This broken sword was extremely damaged and rusted, as if it had experienced the baptism of time. However, the blade of the sword contained a dense sword intent that caused one's entire body to feel cold.

In the next moment, Zhou Yan's figure flashed, and a sword light cut through the sky, slashing onto the broken sword.

Immediately, an ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out. The broken sword trembled violently, emitting a buzzing sword hum. A sharp sword intent suddenly erupted, forcing Zhou Yan to retreat.

Zhou Yan retreated several meters and stabilized his body. His eyes were filled with shock as he stared at the broken sword in his hand.

He did not use any Origin Energy in that attack just now.

However, the broken sword actually blocked his Sword Energy and even sent him flying back, almost injuring him.

The power of this broken sword was too terrifying!

"Hiss! What a sharp broken sword, could it be a King Level Spirit Weapon?!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were wide open, and his heart was beating rapidly.

In the Great Desolate World, King Level Spirit Weapons were extremely precious.

Even an Innate Grandmaster, after exhausting his entire life's effort, could only barely refine a King Level Spirit Weapon.

From this, one could see how extraordinary this broken sword was.

"Brat, don't worry about it. Run!"

Right at this moment, the Golden Lion's anxious roar sounded in his mind, causing Zhou Yan's expression to change.

"Let's go!"

Without saying another word, Zhou Yan's figure flashed and quickly rushed out of the treasury.

A cold light shot out and ruthlessly slashed down on the mountain wall beside Zhou Yan. Immediately, the incomparably hard mountain wall was covered in cracks. A deep pit appeared, causing dust to fly into the air.

"What the f * ck, what the hell is this thing?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Seeing that, Zhou Yan was so scared that his soul almost left his body. His body froze as he stood in place, not daring to take another step forward.

That sneak attack just now was far too terrifying. If he had been even half a beat slower, his entire body would have definitely been torn to shreds.

Suddenly, a weird sound came from in front as if something had collapsed.

Zhou Yan raised his head and saw a ball of fire spurting out, turning into a pillar of fire that swept in all directions, enveloping the entire treasury.

"This... This is..."

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted as he looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

In the center of the treasury, a tall platform rose up with a flag fluttering in the wind.

The next moment, figures in black rushed in from the entrance of the treasury. Their bodies were filled with killing intent like wolves and tigers, and their eyes were fierce and frightening.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this situation, Zhou Yan's expression changed drastically.

These men in black were obviously up to no good. They were not martial cultivators who came to search for treasures.

"Brat, let's go."

At this moment, the Golden Lion's voice sounded again with a serious tone.

"Yes."

Without any hesitation, Zhou Yan stomped his foot and used his Phantom Steps to rush towards the outskirts.

Very quickly, the man in black had already closed in on him. Waving the sword in his hand, he blocked Zhou Yan's path and weaved a dense net of swords, leaving him with no way to escape.

"Scram!"

With a furious roar, Zhou Yan threw out both of his fists, which bloomed like two suns as a scorching aura spread out, instantly tearing apart the net of blades and rushing out.

In an instant, another dozen or so people were knocked to the ground by him. Blood flowed out as they fainted.

Whoosh!

Having finally escaped, Zhou Yan heaved a sigh of relief. As he turned around to look, his eyelids twitched.

Within the treasury, the stench of blood filled the air as corpses littered the ground.

"Damn it, these guys are really crazy."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Zhou Yan could not help but click his tongue.

These people were actually fighting each other for the treasures in the treasury, resulting in heavy casualties.

This kind of thing happened every day in the Martial Sacred Land.

"Brat, let's use this chance to find out where those treasures are hidden. Hurry, hurry, don't waste any more time, or else we'll be in trouble if someone comes looking for them."

The Golden Lion's roar suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Hmph, do you think I don't know?"

Hearing that, Zhou Yan's face darkened as he gritted his teeth and cursed, "I don't need you to remind me. I've already looked for him."

"Other than the corpses, there isn't even a ghost here!"

At this moment, Zhou Yan's face was gloomy, and his heart was burning with anger. He had searched the treasure vault for a long time, and had searched almost every corner of it, but he still did not find anything.1

He never would have thought that there would not be a single treasure in such a huge treasury.

Such an outcome was simply unimaginable.

"What's going on?!"

Zhou Yan frowned and fell into deep thought as he muttered to himself, "Logically speaking, all the items in the treasury should have been taken away by them!"

There were three layers of mechanisms guarding the treasury. They were respectively poisonous, arrows, and hidden crossbows. The defenses were so tight that even a martial cultivator at the Innate Realm would not be able to break in.

Furthermore, according to what he knew, there was only one way to break through these mechanisms and that was the key.

However, the key was with Zhou Yunlan and she was already dead. There was no way she would have left the key here.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Zhou Yan seemed to have realized something as his eyes narrowed and his expression changed drastically.

Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, he immediately rushed out of the treasury.

Outside the treasury, a group of men in black were guarding.

These men in black wore the same clothes and had long swords at their waists. Their faces were cold and their eyes were cold. They were on full guard.

Zhou Yan scanned his surroundings and saw that it was completely silent. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Strange! Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

With a suspicious expression, Zhou Yan lowered his head in thought before shaking his head.

"Forget it. Since I can't find it, I might as well retreat for now."

After thinking for a while, Zhou Yan decided not to act rashly and decided to avoid these people for the time being.

After all, these people had an incomparably sharp steel knife in their hands. If he approached them, he would definitely be in danger.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed as he noticed a few traces of blood on the ground.

The blood was dark red in color. It was obvious that it had just dripped down from the blood.

"Could it be..."

Shocked, Zhou Yan followed the trail of blood and slowly walked forward.

Soon, he stopped in front of a stone room.

This stone room was simple and sturdy. On the surface, there were pieces of green bricks piled up. The walls were carved with various patterns, making it look quite ancient.

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