Chapter 1611: Buddha

Inside the pagoda, Miaoshui Zhenren, Long Shisan and others had already entered. When they came to the first floor, they were already empty. Only the smell of blood in the air seemed to tell that there had been a tragic battle.
Master Miao Shui glanced at Master Yimei and the others behind him, and said faintly: "Master Yimei, your rune sect has been here once before, and the treasures here must have been taken by you?"
Hearing the words of the real person Miao Shui, the eyes of everyone present turned to Master Yimei.
Upon seeing this, Master Yimei frowned slightly, and then gave a wry smile, saying: "You don't know the truth about Miao Shui. We did come in before, but we only had to retreat when we reached the third floor. The two monks of our Divine Rune Sect and a buddha from Lingzhou are all damaged inside. As for the treasures, we have indeed obtained some, but those things, I am afraid that you will not be able to enter the eyes of Master Miaoshui."
"Really?" Miao Shui snorted, and then asked, "The third layer, what is the danger?"
True person Miao Shui knew that with the urine nature of the rune sect, if it were not for danger, they would definitely not be able to withdraw from the pagoda. After all, the relics hidden at the top of the pagoda were too tempt for them.
As soon as the monk's cultivation base breaks through to the out-of-aperture period, he can begin to prepare to refine his own magical weapons, but some monks, until the cultivation base breaks through to the void period, the weapons in their hands are only level 9 weapons.
For ordinary people, level 9 weapons are already very good weapons, but for monks in the out-of-aperture period and even in the void period, the level 9 weapons can no longer perfectly display their true strength, magic weapons, for them That is too important.
Magic artifacts are different from ninth-level weapons. In addition to the materials used for refining the artifacts, a factor that monks have to consider is the fit between the artifacts and themselves, because once the level of the weapon reaches the level of the artifact, the monks want To play the role of the magic weapon perfectly, it is necessary to drip the blood to recognize the master of the magic device, and to warm the magic device with its own essence and blood to increase the fit between itself and the magic weapon.
Therefore, for many monks, once they choose, they will not easily replace the magical artifacts. Instead, they will continue to collect materials and upgrade their own magical artifacts as their cultivation level increases.
It is for this reason that monks are often very cautious when choosing magical artifacts and will not easily make a choice. They will only choose a magical artifact that is more suitable for them to recognize the master. Although Master Yimei and Long Shisan are already The elders of the top sect, but the weapons they possess are only ninth level.
Compared with ordinary monks, they are more demanding in the choice of magical tools, and the appearance of the nine-story stupa gave them an opportunity.
Once the magic weapon is given sacred attributes, it will make the magic weapon and the monk fit to a perfect degree, which is the result that almost all monks dream of.
Hearing the words of the real person Miao Shui, Master Yimei sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn't say something, he would probably arouse their dissatisfaction even more.
Moreover, with his previous experience, he knew very well that if they wanted to go to the higher levels of the pagoda, it was definitely unrealistic to rely solely on their own strength. He also needed the power of the Water Purifying Sect and the Mad Blade Sect.
Thinking of this, Master Yimei took a deep breath, his face became solemn, and said: "On the third floor, we encountered a group of terrifying bugs."
"Terror of bugs?" Long Shisan heard the words, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "It was those bugs that made you retreat from the pagoda?"
Master Yimei nodded, his eyes faintly revealed a look of fear, and said: "Listen to several Buddhist adults from Lingzhou saying that those insects are named Buddha Ling insects, after the Buddhas with a high cultivation base passed away. A kind of terrifying insects that are born, braving the light of Buddha, they are huge in number. Once they are bitten by them, their injuries will gradually expand until they swallow the whole person, and even the Yuan Ying can't escape, which is very terrifying."
As soon as Master Yimei's words fell, an arrogant voice rang from among those Buddhist followers.
"Huh, it's just a group of lowly buddha worms. It scares you like this. Although the buddha worms are terrifying, they don't have much fighting power except for their extremely fast speed. They are not scary at all." One of them. The young Buddhist disciple said arrogantly.
Long Shisan glanced at the Buddhist disciple, and there was a look of questioning in his eyes: "According to you, you are not afraid of those Buddha spirit insects, so why did you withdraw from the third level?"
Hearing Long Shisan’s words, a look of shame appeared in the eyes of the Buddhist disciple, and said angrily: "Those lowly bugs are weak, but they are too numerous. We can't get through their obstacles by relying on us alone. Reach the fourth floor."
Hearing this, Long Shisan snorted, but his heart became solemn, and the monks who entered in front were probably not lucky.
At the same time, on the second floor of the pagoda, after a group of monks entered, they did not find the monk with the relic, and the entire second floor was completely empty, as if it had been looted.
They couldn't help but look a little ugly. They didn't wait too long on the second floor, and in a blink of an eye they came to the third floor.
When they entered the third floor through the entrance, they looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes were a little dull.
What they saw were rows of bookshelves. There were no books on the bookshelves, but they were golden. The entire bookshelf was filled with relics that radiated the light of Buddha. The monk with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks of the relic was standing in front of the bookshelf with a crazy face, staring at the relic on the bookshelf, his eyes full of greed.
"Haha, relics, mine, all mine."
The monk laughed wildly, stretched out his hands to the relics on the bookshelf suddenly, grabbed a handful, and put it in the storage ring.
When the rest of the monks saw it, their eyes were suddenly red, and they no longer hesitated, they all rushed towards the bookshelf, so many relics, even if they were one, would make them wake up from their dreams with a smile. Numerous relics, to them both, is an unimaginable fortune.
But when they were running half the distance, everyone suddenly stopped, the frenzy in their eyes disappeared, and a look of extreme horror appeared in their eyes.
In front of them, the monk who had grabbed a handful of relics suddenly screamed, and his entire right hand disappeared instantly!
Buzzing!
At the same time, the flaming sound of wings suddenly sounded, and the surrounding relics came alive. They turned into small golden insects with flapping wings, and instantly drowned the monk.