Originally, even if there was no sound inside, Yuan Zhao did not intend to keep this evil object, especially one of unknown origin.

Over the years, she was either practicing or reading books in the Xianyun Sect. She had read a lot of classics such as "The Atlas of Divine Weapons" and "The Chronicles of Foreign Objects", but she had never seen any record of this thing.

Where does it come from? Is the evil spirit inside dead or pretending to be dead? Or is it hiding and waiting for opportunities?

If she wants to know the truth, she can input a ray of spiritual consciousness into the clock to find out the situation. However, she knows nothing about the details and functions of this clock. What if she inputs spiritual consciousness and is attacked by the evil spirit inside to nourish the injury?

Isn’t it a loss to Dafa?

It is better to fear the unknown and take precautions than to make amends after the fact.

If you say you want to use it for your own use, you don't have to.

As the saying goes, if you seek the Tao in your heart, there is no point in sacrificing the near and seeking the far. As long as you practice diligently and enhance your own skills, no treasures, materials, treasures or magical weapons can trap her. Vice versa, no magical weapons can break the restrictions she has arranged.

Unless it is treated as her toy, there is no need to keep it.

For such an unknown object, it is even more impossible to keep it for Qinghe and Hongyao. If they are not strong-willed and there are evil things hidden inside, they will be influenced and used at any time.

For safety reasons, it is best to let it disappear.

After much consideration, she increased the intensity of the fire and tried to burn the iron clock to ashes. After burning it for more than two hours, it was almost dawn. Apart from being tempered into golden red, the appearance of the thing was intact, but she was exhausted.

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She can no longer practice, and her spiritual power will be greatly reduced, which will put her in danger, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no living thing in the clock, he put away his karmic fire.

As for its origin, we can wait until we return to Xianyun Sect to find out. But for now, the iron bell is burnt golden red. If you want to put the spirit mustard in it, you must wait for it to cool down, otherwise the heat of the bell body will destroy the treasure inside.

Destroyed and burned.

Things become less regrettable when they are used. It seems that she needs to find some vessels to hold rare treasures. Or she can refine them herself, which is what Qinghe is good at, but she will have to wait until half a year later.

They still have tasks ahead of them and don't dare to slack off.

Put the clock in front of you, take out two elixirs from the mustard and take them. The fragrance goes into your throat, and after swallowing, a stream of heat comes out of your heart and spreads throughout your body, throughout your limbs and bones and all the veins in your body.

It was indeed a good thing. She began to close her eyes and rest her mind, quickly returning to the blood stream.

Tsk tsk, it is still ancient and powerful, and it is worthy of being a divine sword that can survive calamities. On the other hand, her master is a bit of a pickle! The world is dangerous, no wonder the immortal sects in the world always want to rob it by force, and plot the blessed land of the Immortal Cloud Sect at all costs.

Judging from her experience, she has not felt better since she came down the mountain, and her skills have never fully recovered.

If this continues, her karmic fire will only be used for roasting chicken, so what kind of god is it burning? Time has passed, and its power has been reduced by half, leaving her feeling depressed and disinterested.

At present, she has adapted to the outside climate. During this experience, it would be best if she could find a pure place to practice. Although Xianyun Sect is good, its resources are always limited. And she has Taikoo by her side, so she can practice anywhere.

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Local resources were scarce, so she broke in accidentally and was used and protected by Xianyun Sect for more than a hundred years, which was enough.

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An hour later, at the beginning of the month, dawn broke in the sky, and the silent land gradually came back to life. The turbulent river water last night had long subsided, and the river water was clear, with only microwaves rippling. The boatman's singing was faintly heard in the distance:

"Whether the immortality of the body is empty or not, it is not empty, and whether it is empty or not is empty, who can say for sure..."

There is no bridge on the Longjiang River, so you rely on ferries to get back and forth on weekdays.

Due to the rumors that there is a man-eating old dragon under the river, I am afraid that it will not eat enough at night and come out to make trouble during the day. Except for an old man in his fifties, there is no other boat.

"It's not empty, it's not empty, it's not empty, it's empty..."

Listening to him singing the same sentence over and over again, Xiao Yuanzhao, who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, couldn't help laughing, grinning silently. This is one of the lines of the song of Lingyuan, which is recited everywhere, and he enjoys it very much.

Singing blindly.

It's interesting and interesting after listening to it for a long time.

When the old man came to the riverside, he unexpectedly saw a handsome young man sitting cross-legged on a boulder and couldn't help but pause.

Which young man would sit there alone by the river in this remote mountain? This is definitely not an ordinary person. The old man thought for a while, then looked at the child, and seeing that she didn't seem to be awake, he wanted to turn around and leave quietly.

Dragons are not scary, people are scary, especially monks.

He often came to the ferry in the past and found nothing, and it was no different today, so there was no need to worry about it. However, he had just walked a few steps when he heard a childish voice behind him:

"Dad, please stay..."

The old man's body froze, and his wrinkled facial features showed a bitter expression, secretly sighing that something was wrong. He didn't dare to run, so he turned around and took a few steps forward, and knelt down:

"I don't know that the little fairy is here, so I'm causing you so much trouble. Please forgive me and don't argue with me..."

"Master, don't be afraid," the little boy opened his eyes, his big black eyes were clear and bright without any impurities, he said crisply, "I just want to ask, are you not afraid of the man-eating dragon when you come here every day?"

As soon as he heard this question, the old man suddenly became brave and smiled:

"The little old man is ignorant. I only heard from my ancestors that dragons are auspicious beasts, how can they eat people? It's all rumors, rumors..."

His family has lived in a small village seven miles away for generations. His wife works in the vegetable fields, and his children each have their own families.

He rushes here every day before dawn. His legs and feet are steady and his body is very strong. He is very happy if he can earn a copper a day. He is not afraid of death. It is a blessing to be next to the Millennium Dragon King. He hums songs every day to tide him over.

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Moreover, he had never seen Lao Long, and he had survived for thirty years without knowing whether the rumors were true or false.

"Then do you want to know what is hidden under the river? Is it a dragon?" The child asked his opinion innocently.

Well, the old man didn't expect her to ask such a question, and was stunned. There was a moment of confusion on his face, and then he worshiped sincerely:

"Thank you so much, Little Immortal Lord, but I was born here, grew up here, and have been neighbors with all things here for half my life. My ancestors have lived with them for thousands of years, so why should I disturb them today? The little old man was bold and begged the Little Immortal Lord's men.

Show mercy."

"You are a mortal, how do you know it has never eaten humans?" The child's tone was always gentle.

"Xiao Xianjun, my ancestors have lived here for generations, and I have never seen it eat people." The old man said quickly, "Including the people in the village, if it eats people, everyone would have disappeared long ago..."

He had reason to believe that the words on the tablet were written by Lao Long himself.

In order to scare away the villagers living nearby and the sentient beings coming and going, so that they can practice pure practice here without being disturbed.

"It makes sense." After hearing this, the child nodded with deep understanding, "Maybe because of this, the old dragon ascended to heaven smoothly."

Eh? The old man was stunned and looked at the child in confusion.

"Now at the bottom of the river," Xiao Yuanzhao stared at the river, his spiritual consciousness penetrated directly to the bottom of the water. An old turtle with a thick shell was lying in the mud, its head slightly raised, and its scarlet eyes were staring at her spiritual consciousness sinisterly, "

It’s a thousand-year-old turtle.”

Last night, he wanted to sneak attack and steal her iron clock, but he was blocked by the formation under her seat and was frightened, so he retreated.

Again, the world is dangerous. If she hadn't had some elixir to restore her health, she wouldn't have been able to find a pure place to recuperate.

By the way, this Lingqiu is quite chaotic. If the monks are like this, how can mortals live in peace?
Chapter completed!