Those clods of black sand seemed to have lost their target. They froze for a few seconds, trembled again, and quickly condensed together, turning into a mutilated terracotta warrior with one arm and one leg.

The head of the terracotta warriors stood crookedly on the only remaining left shoulder, sending out angry mental waves: "Give me back my body, give me back my body"

Hop over on one leg.

Don't jump around without legs Zhang Yuanqing picked it up and was about to stuff it into the storage box when Xiahou Aotian said:

"Wait. You keep it for a while, let me study it."

As he spoke, fearing that Yuanshi Tianzun would not agree, he took out a prop dagger and chiseled off a piece of black soil the size of a fingernail on the hard terracotta warrior's body.

The small piece of black soil vibrated violently at Xiahou Aotian's fingertips, but he couldn't break free.

Xiahou Aotian put away the dagger, took out a monocle and put it on, carefully examined the black soil, and explained:

"This pair of glasses can help me analyze its material."

Hearing this, everyone who was already a little impatient began to wait patiently.

Ten seconds later, Xiahou Aotian gasped.

Sun Miaomiao hurriedly said, "Have you researched what this is?"

"No."

"?"

Then what are you breathing? Sun Miaomiao complained in her heart.

Xiahou Aotian let go, let the small clod return, and said in a deep voice:

"The material is characterized by its firmness and magnetism, and at the same time has a strong vitality, so it can nourish the soul. These terracotta warriors will never be damaged, no matter how many times they are broken.

"Unless the refiner takes the initiative to melt the chains. Well, I initially suspect that they are the legendary breath soil."

"Xi soil?!" Zhao Chenghuang was taken aback, "In the legend of the earth monster profession, the highest material?"

Xiahou Aotian nodded:

"I guess, when making the terracotta warriors, a small amount of terracotta should be mixed in, um, a very, very small amount. Using terracotta to refine terracotta warriors is simply reckless. The first emperor is really a prodigal."

Get rich!

This thought flashed in everyone's mind, and they looked at the terracotta warriors on the steps, full of enthusiasm and greed.

"Do you have any healing items?" Tianxia Guihuo pulled out his crossbow, clutched his bloody chest, frowned and said:

"I only have supernatural-quality wood demon props, and I can't heal my injuries instantly. This will affect my fighting state."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately grabbed the mountain god's scepter, and pressed the emerald gem at the top to his chest.

A soft green light flashed, and the arrow wound on the left chest stopped bleeding, and then healed.

"Thank you!" He nodded towards Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing was about to respond when he heard Sun Miaomiao beside him say in a strange tone:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, you, you are so perverted, hey~" JrNovels.com