Chapter 1217 The Third Floor

Of course, there were many cultivators who were unwilling to exchange, but they were forced by Chu Yang's strength. They were afraid of being robbed, so they could only obediently hand over the magic weapons they got in exchange.

However, the things Chu Yang gave did not make them suffer. Even if they were very unhappy, after getting the exchanged things, they immediately smiled and did not think Chu Yang was cheating.

Of course, there were also people who found that Chu Yang had good things and wanted to rob them. For such people, Chu Yang was naturally happier. He just robbed them directly, and he would not suffer any loss when dealing with these people with bad intentions.

This is how cultivation is.

After more people exchanged, Chu Yang's reputation also spread on the second floor. He didn't even need to find other people. Others would come to him on their own initiative.

Everyone exchanged what they had, and they were happy to exchange with Chu Yang when they got better things than what they robbed.

For a while, the second floor became much more harmonious, which was better than the ban of the eight major sects.

Unfortunately, after Chu Yang exchanged many spiritual treasures, the number of people who came to exchange gradually decreased.

Of course, this is also because Yunyinze is too big. After all, this was the headquarters of the Wanfa Xianmeng back then. It is normal for the area to be large. Many people have not received the news yet, so there is still a chance later.

Just when Chu Yang was about to change places, the third floor of the headquarters was opened.

This time, everyone flew directly to the third floor without any hesitation.

Everyone knows that the higher you go, the better the things will be, but the things will become less and less. Although first come first served, it is still necessary to try. No one can tell the chance.

"Daoyou, I will find you again when you reach the third floor!"

"That's right! Daoyou, we will meet again on the third floor!"

"Brother, remember to leave the secret book for me, I will definitely come to exchange it."

Before leaving, everyone did not forget to say hello to Chu Yang. The randomness of magic weapons is too strong, and what you get may not be what you want.

However, as long as you get a spiritual treasure and go to Chu Yang to exchange it, it will be different. Even if you want a more unconventional technique or a more precious elixir, Chu Yang can give it to them.

Therefore, the nature of the treasure hunt and opportunity search has completely changed. It can be said that the uncertainty has become certain, and everyone has a more purposeful purpose.

Now, everyone knows that all this is based on Chu Yang's absolute strength. Previously, several Yuanying period cultivators were jealous of Chu Yang's treasures and wanted to deal with him.

As a result, before they could do anything, Chu Yang took out the Tianshu Sword and cut melons and vegetables, and sent them all to hell. Since then, no one dared to pay attention to Chu Yang.

After most of the people went to the third floor, Chu Yang flew up slowly. He was not in a hurry to find treasures now, just waiting for those who found them to exchange with him, so there was no need to compete with others.

The structure of the third floor of the Wanfa Xianmeng headquarters is slightly different from the previous two floors. The first two floors are more like places for work, and the third floor looks more like a living and cultivation area.

The most different thing is that there are more skeletons on the third floor!

"What's going on? Are those people in Yunyinze dead?"

Seeing this scene full of skeletons, the people who went up first couldn't help but be surprised.

"It must be, otherwise why didn't anyone from the Wanfa Xianmeng appear in the first two floors? After a thousand years, these remnants would have died in such a place."

Everyone was relieved. If those people from the Wanfa Xianmeng were still alive, that would be a real big trouble. After all, they were all real strong men. In the era of the Wanfa Xianmeng, there were countless wars. After the great waves, only the elite remained. No one knows how strong the other party is today.

"Strange, these people have passed away, where are their magic weapons? Even the ring is gone? How could there be only a skeleton?"

Everyone was eager to grab the ring on the skeleton's hand to see if they could easily get the treasure of the deceased, but they never thought that there was none at all.

"Could it be that someone got here before us and took away all the treasures here?"

"Impossible, we came up as soon as the third floor was opened, how could someone get here before us?"

"Maybe it was someone from the eight major sects? The news that the seal of Yunyinze was unlocked was also spread by people from the eight major sects. It's not surprising that they have a way to enter the third floor in advance."

A casual cultivator speculated.

"Brother Wang's words make sense. I think the treasures here are likely to have been taken away by people from the eight major sects."

Another cultivator said, "I don't think so. If the people from the eight major sects really have the ability to do this, then they can just not release the news about Yunyinze. Why do they want us to join in?"

After this cultivator finished speaking, some people nodded, feeling that it made sense. With the strength of the eight major sects, they don't need casual cultivators like them, small sects, they have the ability to get everything here.

"Young man! You probably don't know what the eight major sects are like. They are doing this just to win people's hearts. The good things in Yunyinze may have been picked up by them long ago. We are just here to pick up the leftovers. They let us in, maybe they want to use us as sparring partners for the disciples in the sect."

Another older monk with a hooked nose said coldly.

Everyone was silent, thinking about this possibility.

"You people are typical of being used by others, but you still remember the kindness of others."

The monk with the hooked nose looked around and spoke again.

There were some people around who were initially hesitant and skeptical, but after listening to what the hook-nosed monk said, they also felt that the hook-nosed monk's speculation was reasonable.

It’s human nature to think the worst about everything other people do.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the hook-nosed monk showed a successful smile on his face.

No one knows that this hook-nosed monk is actually from the Shenlong Sect, and no one knows why he framed the eight major sects.

After Chu Yang entered the third floor, he also discovered the situation here. He was surrounded by the sitting bones of monk Yunyinze, but there were no magic weapons or weapons, which were cleaner than his face.

"It's very abnormal."

Chu Yang frowned slightly.

"Fellow Taoist, are you coming up too?"

Someone saw Chu Yang and immediately came forward to say hello.

Because whether it was the first floor or the second floor, the location after entering each floor was random. When this person saw Chu Yang and himself in the same place, his heart was filled with joy.

After the previous incident, this monk knew that Chu Yang was very powerful and not difficult to get along with. The main thing was not to provoke him intentionally. He was generally very friendly.

"Um."

Chu Yang nodded and asked the other party a few questions.

However, when the hook-nosed monk from the Divine Dragon Sect saw Chu Yang, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Chu Yang felt the murderous intent and looked over there. The hook-nosed monk immediately trembled in his heart and turned his head subconsciously, not daring to look at Chu Yang.

Fortunately, he did not participate in the last siege of Fengtian City, and he felt relieved knowing that Chu Yang did not know him.

After searching around, everyone found nothing, so they had to look elsewhere.

However, at this moment, a floor tile that a monk stepped on suddenly sank.

"Rumble...Rumble..."

The ground on the third floor trembled at this moment.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Countless arrows condensed with cyan aura were shot out from both sides of the wall in the blink of an eye.

"not good!"

A group of monks reacted immediately and sent out their magic weapons to resist.

"Puff...Puff..."

But there were still many monks who did not react and were directly pierced by flying arrows.

Some monks with slightly lower strength could not withstand these flying arrows. After a short period of resistance, they could only drink their anger on the spot.

Such flying arrows lasted for more than ten breaths, but were enough to kill all the monks with lower cultivation levels.

Even some monks in the Nascent Soul stage had consumed most of their spiritual energy after withstanding this wave of flying arrows.

"Damn it, these Yunyinze people are really lingering, they are all dead, and they want to set up such a formation to plot against us."

When the flying arrow disappeared, a Yuanying stage monk said angrily.

"Aura flying arrow?"

Although these flying arrows could not cause any harm to Chu Yang, they also aroused his suspicion.

Looking at the corpses here, the people from the Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Alliance should have died long ago. Why are they setting up these traps? Could it be that they have already guessed that someone will come in in the future?

Just when the monks wanted to take some pills to restore their spiritual power, black magic circles appeared on the ground again.

Then, tall puppets appeared in front of everyone, standing still.

"Who summoned this puppet?"

Everyone looked around, wanting to know what was going on.

Before anyone could think about it, a burst of black light appeared on the chests of these puppets, and then they rushed towards the monks.

"No, they are here to deal with us!"

The monks were shocked and couldn't help but run away.

"How dare a thoughtless piece of wood be so arrogant!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged monk roared angrily, drew his spear and pointed it directly at the puppet opposite.

Just now, his brother died in the arrow array, and now he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he could just use the puppet to vent his anger.

"Die to me!"

The middle-aged monk held a long gun, shouted and stabbed the wooden puppet in the head.

"Bang!"

The wooden puppet's head exploded instantly and stopped in place.

This middle-aged monk has the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul. When everyone saw that he could kill the wooden puppet with one shot, they couldn't help but feel relieved.

"It seems that although these puppets are numerous in number, they are not very powerful. Without their heads, they must not be able to drive."

A white-haired old man saw this and said to the people around him.

However, before he could finish his words, the headless puppet suddenly moved and struck the middle-aged monk with a mace.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged monk was putting away his gun. He was unprepared this time. His whole body was hammered with great force, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere, splattering all over the surrounding monks.

After the middle-aged monk died, the headless puppet took long strides and continued to attack other monks.

You can still fight even if you lose your head!

The monks at the front retreated one after another. They did not dare to take action again before they knew the depth of the puppet.