Next, as if to verify his guess, a long saber, armor, cloak, helmet, and a full set of " Red Sleeves Set " appeared in his hand.
"F * ck…"
Qin Huanxi was shocked. Apart from the Red Sleeved Saber, which was a middle-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure, the rest of the equipment was of the low-grade.
However, when combined together, they were not weaker than superior-grade Connate Numinous treasures.
Now he finally understood why Ji Meng had buried so many primordial spirit treasures in the treasure vault. It was not that he did not want to use them, but this set was clearly tailor-made for women. Why would he use them?
Was he supposed to wear a female armor and fight with a long saber named 'Red Sleeve'?
Imagining Zhu Qin wearing this set of "red sleeve twirls", Qin Huanxin's heart inexplicably burned."F * ck, could this be the earliest form of uniform control?”
His heart was filled with emotions, but it didn't delay his hand movements.
When he touched the sixth treasure, Qin Huanxi heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, it wasn't a woman's item.
What appeared in his hand was a fiery red pearl. It was the size of a pigeon egg, and its entire body was sparkling like jade. When he held it in his hand, it was like a beating heart.
If one looked closely, it wasn't hard to see that there seemed to be a fiery red divine dragon winding and spiraling inside the pearl, showing a disdainful look.
"F * ck, Long Bead? Could it be a treasure that was left behind during the ancient battle between the Long, Phoenix, and Qilin clans?”Qin Huanxi looked at the long bead in his hand. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.
Even after tens of thousands of years, the divine light of this long bead was still restrained. The surging energy contained within it made people feel suffocated.
This meant that the owner of the Long Bead was at least at the peak of the Zenith Heaven Realm when he was alive. It was more likely that he was a Quasi-Sage.
In ancient times, when the world was first created, the three races were born by the fate of the world. There was no lack of experts at the quasi-sage level among them. It was not an exaggeration to leave behind one or two long beads.
If it were a Fire Dragon Bead, Ji Meng would have devoured it and refined it long ago, and his cultivation would have reached the peak of Zenith Heaven.
Just this "Long Bead" alone was not inferior to a middle-grade primordial spirit treasure. Qin Huanxi put it away happily.
This was the last treasure. Let's see what it was.
"This is…a pen?"
When Qin Huanxi took out the last item, he was completely speechless.
It was as thick as a little finger, one foot and two inches long, and had a tuft of gray hair on the top. What could it be if not a pen?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Not to mention that the thing looked like an inkstone earlier, this guy had also come out with a pen. What the hell!
The only thing he could be sure of was that there was no such thing as a writing brush, let alone an inkstone.
Could it be that there was something more to this?
Qin Huanxi's eyes lit up. She placed the " pen " and " inkstone " together, wanting to study how to use them.
Just as he placed the brush and inkstone together, something strange happened.
A seven-colored dazzling light flew up, and the inkstone that was originally as silent as ink was the first to change. Streams of chaotic qi shuttled back and forth, becoming sh * t.
That's right, the inkstone had become in a "sh * t" state. If the inkstone was like a dead tree before, then it was now a green leaf that was so tender that water could be squeezed out.
One could see that there was a puddle of water in the middle of the inkstone. The water was colorless, but it was all-encompassing.
"This bastard is really an inkstone.”
Qin Huanxi was surprised. She paused for a moment, but still used her hand to hold the brush and pointed at the inkstone.
"Boom!"
Just as the tip of the brush touched the center of the inkstone, a thunderous sound exploded in his mind. There seemed to be an inexplicable mysterious power surging out and pouring into his body continuously.
" This is…the Judge Brush?"
Qin Huanxi's body trembled and he threw the iron pen in his hand.
When the iron brush left his body, the strange phenomenon just now naturally disappeared without a trace. The inkstone once again lost its luster and returned to its previous silent state.
Qin Huanxi looked at the iron brush and inkstone, which were silent for a long time. Life and Death Book, Judge Brush, Reincarnation Dao!
The Book of Life and Death was controlled by King Yama, the Judge Brush was controlled by the Judge, and the Path of Reincarnation was controlled by the Holy Goddess Houtu.
Just a moment ago, he almost became the successor of the "Judge Brush". It was the condensation of the fate of heaven and earth. It was in charge of judging ghosts, gods, and people. No living being of the Six Paths could escape.
Unless one cultivated a Golden Immortal Dao fruit and left the three worlds and the five elements.
It sounded very awesome, but Qin Huanxi had transmigrated and knew that once he accepted the inheritance, he would be able to live forever with heaven and earth. No one in the three worlds would dare to offend him, but at the same time, he would be controlled by heaven and earth.
He would never be able to leave the netherworld. This was not what he wanted.
"I didn't expect such a fiendish thing to appear. In this case…I might be able to use it in the future.”Qin Huanxi's eyes flickered as he put away the iron brush and inkstone.
Looking at the empty treasury, he was very satisfied.
Good, good! Ji Meng, let's see if you won't cry this time.
Qin Huanxi laughed and entered the Joyous Palace. He controlled the magical treasure to shrink infinitely and jumped out of the Glazed Tile Pavilion.
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