Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

0Yang Bo seemed to have sensed that he would be unable to escape from the bronze mirror.    

    

He could vaguely feel that the bronze mirror was constantly devouring his spirit energy and even his karmic luck.    

    

If he obtained the bronze mirror, it might bring him great benefits, but it would also bring him great harm.    

    

Yang Bo had been considering why the bronze cauldron would only appear every five million years. Where did its previous owner go?    

    

Now, it seemed that he already had an answer. The previous owner of the bronze cauldron had all been devoured by it!    

    

Seeing Yang Bo's ashen face, Ancestor Jin could not help but say, "Fellow Taoist Yang, since you have become the owner of the bronze mirror, don't think too much about it. Shouldn't you be happy?"    

    

"You are already the master of the Underworld, the Sect Master of the Jade Lake. You control the Fang Hu Island, and now you control the Holy Realm!"    

    

"You have a lot of ways to retreat. This is what we are most envious of!"    

    

Number 4 followed, "Fellow Taoist Yang, you don't know how much we are envious of you!"    

    

"We all want to pick up the bronze mirror and fall into your hands in the end. This means that the bronze mirror is fated to be with you!"    

    

Yang Bo looked over and said, "Shall we change?"    

    

"Give me the Purple Gold Red Gourd and I will give you the bronze mirror?"    

    

Number 4 laughed, "Isn't the bronze mirror already tied to you?"    

    

"Even if I want to exchange with you, I can't do it!"    

    

Yang Bo looked at everyone and sighed, "Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's have a meeting!"    

    

"Everyone, let's discuss this. What should we do next?"    

    

"Do you want to go to the Holy Land?"    

    

Daofather Tian Yan said, "Fellow Taoist Yang, I think that the conditions for us to go to the Holy Land are not sufficient yet. Can we take it slow?"    

    

"We can wait for decades or even centuries. By then, your cultivation will have already risen!"    

    

"At that time, we can come to the Milky Way and rush into the Holy Land!"    

    

"I believe that all the fellow Taoists present should have this kind of patience!"    

    

Jiang Yuke nodded. "This method is good. Yang Bo's cultivation is too weak. If we rashly enter the Holy Land, there will be some problems!"    

    

"If we wait for a hundred years, there should be no problem!"    

    

The first to jump out to oppose was Zhou Hengyang. He stood out and said, "This won't do!"    

    

"Everyone, although I don't know who the previous owner of the bronze mirror was, I heard something when I was in the Holy Land."    

    

"The owner of the bronze mirror has always had a short life. We must think of a way to solve it!"    

    

Everyone stared at Zhou Hengyang and glared at him.    

    

It was obvious that Zhou Hengyang was intentionally hiding the news.    

    

This news was so important that it even concerned Yang Bo's life!    

    

Everyone could come here because of Yang Bo. Therefore, everyone knew that if they were with Yang Bo, they would be able to gain benefits.    

    

If Yang Bo died one day, they would no longer be a group!    

    

Number Two stood beside Yang Bo and asked, "Fellow Taoist Yang, is that really the case?"    

    

Yang Bo sighed and nodded, "I can feel that the bronze mirror is absorbing my spirit energy and Fate!"    

    

"If the bronze mirror continues, I'm afraid that I will really die!"    

    

Everyone was shocked. They never thought that the bronze mirror would have such a side effect!    

    

Fairy Qing Yi hurriedly asked, "If it can absorb spirit energy and Fate, then it means that it is at least a spirit artifact!"    

    

"Fellow Taoist Yang, quickly summon the artifact spirit and let it explain!"    

    

"If this bronze mirror can absorb your avatar's spirit energy, will it affect my true self?"    

    

Yang Bo held the bronze mirror in one hand and said, "Fellow Taoist artifact spirit, hurry up and appear!"    

    

"Do you want me to forcefully pull you out?"    

    

Yang Bo stretched out his hand and a shadow landed on his palm. It was actually a civet cat.    

    

The civet cat was only the size of a palm. It squatted on Yang Bo's palm and extended its scarlet tongue to gently lick Yang Bo's palm.    

    

The civet cat's tongue was very gentle. It licked the palm, itchy, and very warm.    

    

Yang Bo suddenly widened his eyes, because he could feel that the civet cat's tongue was like a thorn. With every lick, it would draw away a large amount of spirit energy.    

    

In just a short two or three times, it actually caused Yang Bo's cultivation to go down by 30%!    

    

Fortunately, this was only a clone. Otherwise, he would not have been able to escape the harm of the civet cat!    

    

Yang Bo stared at the civet cat and asked, "Fellow Taoist Bronze Mirror, can you not devour my spiritual energy and fate?"    

    

"If you can do it, perhaps I can coexist with you peacefully. If you can't, then don't blame me for being rude!"    

    

The civet cat did not even look at Yang Bo. It continued to open its scarlet mouth and licked it again.    

    

Another portion of spiritual energy was sucked away!    

    

Feeling that the spiritual energy in his body was much less, Yang Bo did not dare to say anything more.    

    

Number 4 stood up and said angrily, "Fellow Taoist Yang, why are you still being so polite?"    

    

"If it were me, I would have directly grabbed this civet cat and flung it out, smashing it to the ground!"    

    

The civet cat raised its head and stared at Number 4.    

    

Number 4 felt his scalp turning numb from being stared at. He took two steps back and said stubbornly, "What are you looking at?"    

    

"How can I be afraid of you?"    

    

"If you have the ability, let's fight it out!"    

    

The civet cat turned into a shadow and rushed straight towards Number 4.    

    

Number 4 stared with his eyes wide open. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately took out the purple-golden red gourd. He desperately tried to pull open the lid, but he could not!    

    

At this moment, the civet cat had already rushed over and was about to jump onto Number 4's body.    

    

Number 4's body stiffened. He directly used the purple-golden red gourd as a club and smashed it towards the civet cat's body.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

The purple-golden gourd smashed onto the civet cat's body and sent it flying!    

    

The civet cat was an artifact spirit, so its body was light. It landed on the ground in the distance, turned over, and got up again.    

    

However, when the civet cat looked at Number Four again, its eyes were filled with ferocity, like a ferocious tiger.    

    

Number Four took two steps back and approached Yang Bo. "Fellow Taoist Yang, you have to help me. I did all this for you!"    

    

"This civet cat is a bit strong. Will it hurt me?"    

    

Yang Bo stared at the civet cat and then looked at Number Four, ignoring him.    

    

Yang Bo originally thought that Number Four would be at a disadvantage, but now it seemed that the purple-golden gourd was even more powerful than he had imagined!    

    

The civet cat suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Number Four again.    

    

Number Four stared straight at him. "Fellow Taoist Yang, come and help me!"    

    

"I will help you to get revenge. You can't just watch and do nothing!"    

    

Yang Bo sighed. He stretched out his hand and gently shook it, and a small golden bell appeared in his hand.    

    

As he shook it, the golden bell actually made a "Dong Dong" sound.    

    

The bell sounded, and the civet cat's figure suddenly stopped.    

    

Number Four grabbed the opportunity and snorted. He raised the purple-golden gourd in his hand and smashed it onto the civet cat's body.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

The civet cat was smashed flying, and its body was faintly damaged.    

    

Chapter 12 – The Purple-Golden Gourd