"Yinxu..."

Ning Feng has no body at this moment, only an illusory mind, floating in the void.

In front of it is a purple stone floating in the sky, with treasure light soaring into the sky, and treasures are wandering like life, chasing the most, playing...

On the treasure rock, the treasures of the gods are enfeoffed!

Ning Feng's mind just appeared here, and the treasures of the gods seemed to have instantly noticed his existence. "Brush" and countless things that didn't know if they were described as thoughts or something else fell on him.

The pressure is as strong as the sky!

Ning Feng's mind collapsed in an instant.

The gaze of the gods almost made him feel broken and everything was in vain.

How could Ning Feng not be prepared for this?

His mind moved and led to a breath of money belonging to Luobao, covering his whole body.

The world is rolling, everything is gone, and everything falls into nothingness.

This is the breath of the first money in the world - the Lost Treasure Money.

Of course, this breath is not enough to protect Ning Feng's mind. It is just a breath. There are real treasures of gods here.

The problem is, before being taken away by Ning Feng, the money of Luobao existed in Yin Ruins and among the many god-giving treasures. How could the god-giving treasures not be familiar with its aura?

"Owner!"

"Descendants of the Shang Dynasty!"

Similar messages are communicated among the treasures of the gods.

Since he can be recognized by Luobao Money, he is naturally the heir of Yinxu, a descendant of the Shang Dynasty, and is definitely his own person.

So those "gazes" became gentle in an instant, and Ning Feng could still feel as if he was being focused on one gaze after another, but his mind stabilized.

At least, he was so stable that he could say something he had prepared for:

"I am here, I will borrow one of you, go to the outside world, and return for a moment."

As soon as he said this, all the treasures of the Gods trembled, and Ning Feng could almost capture the doubts that filled the world.

It seemed that the treasures of the gods were asking: "Even if we want, can you, can you?"

Ning Feng said loudly: "I am half sure that as long as the one I need is here, I can take it out for a trip!"

He never lacks confidence in the Nine-Kao Stone.

"Wow!"

Although Ning Feng could not hear the sound, he could feel that the entire Yinxu Secret Realm was in a state of madness and boiling.

The secrets of the treasures of the gods clearly mean excitement.

Can you go out for some breathing, and don’t violate anything, come back if you look back?

Is there such a good thing?

Choose me! Choose me! Choose me!

If Ning Feng hadn't entered his mind, he would have the urge to swallow his saliva.

"Now, there are only the last two levels left."

"The first level, is it really there?"

After Ning Feng entered here and stabilized his mind, he kept searching, his eyes swept over the treasures of the gods.

Don't want those that are not round, don't want those that are not flat...

To be precise, it's not a mirror, don't!

Sudden--

Ning Feng's eyes narrowed and fell on a bronze mirror that was only the size of a palm.

In fact, it is a mirror, which is very reluctant.

One side is mottled bronze, and the patterns are not clear; the other side is even more hazy, with no light at all. Except for the shape is a bit similar, there is a mirror in the other place.

Ning Feng looked at it and asked nervously: "Dare you ask, but Senior Zhao Yao Mirror?!" (To be continued, please search Piao Tianwen, the novel is better and faster!
Chapter completed!