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The handsome man sitting on his shoulder had a very strange expression on his face.
The pig's mouth bulged from time to time, as if trying to remember something.
The reason was all because of that seemingly unremarkable rod.
The dark green bamboo was as heavy as black iron.
Bite it in your mouth?
There was no smell at all.
As a matter of fact, the handsome one was not able to bite at all.
Chu Yan even tried it himself.
He did not bite.
If he took a bite, his teeth wouldn't ache at all.
However, not a single mark was left on that thin stick.
It was unbelievably hard.
Even after biting for a long time, he did not manage to wear down even the tiniest bit of the stick.
It immediately revealed its true form. Its entire body was burning with scarlet flames as it fiercely bit down on the thin stick.
It still had no effect.
He spat out a mouthful of fire and the stick didn't change at all within the Qilin's flames.
Not to mention melting, even the temperature hadn't changed.
Only Chu Yan tried a few methods.
Thunder hacked, flames burned, and massive distortions occurred.
None of the methods had changed the stick in the slightest.
If this rod could change into a human form, Chu Yan would even suspect that it had turned into a skinny old man whose face was filled with a disdainful and cold sneer, looking at him and his handsomeness with a ridiculing gaze.
It was only then that Chu Yan understood why the High Master had wanted to leave this stick in the storage bag.
This thing was too tough.
Furthermore, all elemental attacks were useless against it.
This was definitely not a simple material.
Chu Yan had a feeling.
This thin stick was a bit beyond his knowledge.
Very naturally, this thin stick was also left behind by Chu Yan.
In order to make it easier to study later, Chu Yan did not store it in the storage bag like the cultivator.
In the next few days, Chu Yan was still in the Blessed Paradise, looking for various heavenly materials that could raise the elemental attributes.
However, the biggest treasure in this Blessed Paradise, the city of monsters, had already been destroyed by him. Thus, although he would occasionally gain some benefits in the next few days, it would inevitably give off a somewhat unsatisfactory feeling.
Time flowed by, and soon, the eleventh day arrived at the opening of the Blessed Paradise.
There were only four more days left before the group within the Blessed Paradises would be teleported out.
Because there wasn't much time left, the cultivators in the Blessed Paradise obviously increased their speed of searching for precious materials.
At the same time, the number of fights increased compared to the previous days.
On one hand, it was because everyone was in a rush. Once precious materials were taken fancy to at the same time, a fierce battle was inevitable.
This was because no one wanted to waste any more time and search for precious materials that they didn't know if they could find again.
When the time came, even if they found him, it would be hard to avoid a fight.
Since that was the case, he might as well take advantage of the fact that he wasn't going to be exhausted at the moment and fight to gain victory in his best condition.
Otherwise, when the spirit treasure was exhausted too much, he would have no strength to fight.
Another reason was that some Cultivators, having been unable to find any Heavenly materials or Earthly treasures, had shifted their attention from the treasured materials to the Cultivators.
At this moment, most of the cultivators in the Blessed Paradise had already gained something.
It was just a question of how much he had gained and how little he had gained.
As a result, cultivators with higher cultivation bases and more powerful cultivators no longer spent energy on finding precious materials, but rather plundered them from the hands of other cultivators.
He might have had to go through a lot to find a treasure.
Even if he saw a treasure as big as a forest, according to the rules of the Violet Myrtle Sect, he could only take one.
Since that was the case, he might as well rob them and reap even more benefits.
Thus, from this day forth, all sorts of bloody battles took place within the Blessed Paradises. Compared to the past ten days, these battles were at least several times more intense!
Chu Yan had also encountered it twice.
However, His Highness has his own principles.
If he had run into someone else, if not a disciple of the Heavenly Dipper Sect, he wouldn't have acted on his own accord and plundered them.
But if someone didn't open their eyes, they would try to get their hands on him.
Then Chu Yan would immediately strike down with his palm.
Either kill one, or kill a bunch, and then suck the other party's storage bag into your hands.
After meeting two cultivators that tried to ambush him, Chu Yan realized that he had accumulated quite a bit of wealth.
However, at this point in time, the treasures he had collected would no longer be of use to him.
The goal that Chu Yan had set before had already been achieved.
Furthermore, because the higher the elemental attribute was, the more difficult it would be to raise it. It was almost impossible to raise it by more than two points in a short period of time with the precious materials in this Blessed Paradise.
Even just a tiny bit of improvement would be difficult.
Therefore, Chu Yan kept all the heavenly and earthly treasures he had obtained right now into his storage ring. After keeping them, he refined them into pills and fed them to Lin Miaoran and his companions.
The help these heavenly resources would bring him would be much more obvious than what they would bring him.
It was also on this day that the golden figure that belonged to the Left Protector of the Purple Wei Sect moved once again within the majestic palace in the depths of Heaven's Edge Sect, which was surrounded by mountains and hovered in the air.
Other than Emperor Taiqing and himself, no one else knew the location of Protector Zuo's true body.
This human shaped shadow was just one of his projections, used to transmit commands.
Since a few days ago, after establishing the Blessed Paradise and a short conversation with Mo Yu, he had once again entered a state of quietness.
On this day, following the opening of the Blessed Paradise to the eleventh day, less than an hour had passed since the twelfth day, a deep and obscure dao halo once again appeared on the body of this golden figure.
Mo Yu, who was meditating in the palace, seemed to have sensed something. Opening her eyes, she stood up and bowed to the golden figure, "Greetings, Left Protector."
"The time has come. How are you preparing?" The golden silhouette shook slightly.
It seemed like an unremarkable action, but it was filled with a nobility that no one could compare to.
"I can't wait." Without a word, Mo Mo raised his head.
Two red lines that he didn't have before appeared in his eyes.
The red thread was as thin as spider silk, and it was located in the center of his pupils.
With a single glance, he exuded a bloodthirsty and ruthless aura.
For a few days, Mo Wuji's temperament was constantly changing.
It was as if he had never been determined at all.
Or perhaps it could be said that he was still looking for a personality that suited him.
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll wait for your good news." Left Protector raised his hand.
In an instant, a speck of golden light began to spin and expand in size.
In the end, the circle of light formed was as tall as a person.
Streams of Qi flowed through the air, drifting about in the surroundings.
It was obvious that this was the transportation channel that led to the Heavenly Passage Paradise.
However, when he looked into the passage, there was a strange feeling.
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