Chapter 872： Loot (2 in 1)

"Really, even if the three of you work together, it might not be easy to keep me?" Suan Zhu's chuckle came from the smoke of Huan Luo.

"Fellow daoist, just wait and see if the three of us can keep you here after fellow daoist Yu breaks through the Flood Dragon Crystal Palace. Except for the arrival of the demon king more than two hundred years ago, there has been no big monk fighting in the small world for more than a thousand years. You have fallen in the middle of the world, why don't you set a precedent today, fellow Taoist. Besides, Jiaolong is from the Sea Clan, not your Spirit Clan, so why would you risk your life for it?" Ming Lin said calmly. Said.

"The dragon clan can't be destroyed, and you don't want to wait for Ao Xuan and Ye Ning to come back and kill them. You monks who are carrying spiritual treasures are not afraid, but for others, as long as you dare to go out of Nanzhou to come here Cangguyang, there must be no return." Suan Zhu said.

"Then how did the sea clan attack Yuanxiao City over a hundred years ago end? If we don't give us an explanation this time, Nanzhou will not be able to hold its head high among the three realms!" Bai Yuheng replied.

"Since you and others set up the blue sky thunder array, there are as many as ten demon kings from Jiaolong, Xuangui, Kui Niu and other clans who have perished together with Nascent Soul. Isn't that enough? Are you really in Nanzhou?" What's more, there is still Venerable Dapeng among my spirit clan. If it knows about this, what should you do? Even if you use the things of the sect's foundation, you can hold on. How many times? Think about it carefully, and stop when you see it." Suan Zhu said angrily.

The roar spread in all directions, and unexpectedly overwhelmed the rumbling thunder and the sound of huge waves for a while.

In addition to the ten demon kings who couldn't even escape the Nascent Soul, there were seven other people whose bodies were beheaded.

This battle lasted for nearly two months, and it can be said that the results were quite fruitful.

But when they heard about Venerable Dapeng, Yu Rui and Ming Lin couldn't help hesitating. And the other 30 or so Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but agree.

Under the blue sky thunder array, Yu Rui, who was manipulating the sky thunder, suddenly took out a purple bead, separated a ray of consciousness and sank into it.

After a breath or two, he put it away and waved his hand lightly, only to see that the blue sky thunder formation suddenly quieted down. Remember the URL m.luoqiuzwww. cc

He said, and his voice spread everywhere: "Suan Zhu, if you want us to stop, then you have to show some sincerity, otherwise, the dozens of us might not have made this trip in vain?"

"People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants!" Suan Zhu responded coldly.

"Doesn't this mean that you have a good appetite? Being able to eat is a blessing!" Yu Rui laughed.

"What else do you want?"

"The remaining thirty-six Dragon Transformation Pillars of the Flood Dragon Clan."

"This is impossible, this old man has no right to decide."

"Then you see, there are thirty-five of us here this time. In addition to the seventeen bodies of the demon kings that were beheaded before, your demon clan will work together to make up another eighteen. I don't care how they came here. Use your own The ones that have sat down before the clan, and only the skeleton of the spirit bone is fine. In addition, there are 350 plants that are unique to the deep sea, with a medicine age of more than 5,000 years, and 350,000 top-grade spirit stones. How about a lot?" Yu Rui said with a big mouth.

The aura needed by Nascent Soul cultivator for daily practice is about one or two high-grade spirit stones. Even if there are other uses, it will only be around a thousand pieces in a year. Among the high-grade mineral veins under the name of Xuanyuanzong Yuanying monk, about 800 high-grade spirit stones are collected every year, and there are also a small part of middle-grade and low-grade spirit stones, which are contained in about 200 high-grade spirit stones. The amount of aura, and then it will no longer be mined.

The number of spiritual stones contained in a high-grade mineral vein is about 300,000 to 400,000 high-grade spiritual stones.

And once the spiritual energy in the vein starts to weaken, that is, after collecting about 50% of the reserve, Xuanyuanzong will seal the entire vein and re-accumulate it.

When Yu Rui opened his mouth, he almost demanded an entire ore vein.

In addition, those deep-sea precious medicines with an age of more than 5,000 years, because of their rarity and scarcity, are worth a little more than those of the same age in the three realms.

Of course, the more valuable ones are the eighteen Nascent Soul and Monster Race spirit skeletons.

Cultivators are different kinds of heaven and earth spirits. Those who have cultivated to the Nascent Soul state have not breathed in a large amount of heaven and earth spirit energy, and have also taken various panacea, whose value is comparable to that of the extinct ten thousand-year panacea in the world.

After all, the precious medicine with a drug age of five thousand years and ten thousand years is not simply doubled. Even if it was an elixir carefully cultivated in their five secret realms, its age would be around seven or eight thousand years at most, and as time went by, the potency would not increase any more.

This is the reason of Xiaohuanjie itself. Except for the spiritual plant that has already been born with sanity, the power of elixir in the world cannot break through ten thousand years.

There are only a few plants whose medicinal age has exceeded ten thousand years, such as the soul-nourishing tree in Juzu Peak in Nanfa Temple, the Lingfeng tree in the fallen maple forest in Baimang Mountain, and the Udumbara flower in the secret area of ​​Baima Temple. Of course, the old wooden monster in Wanlingu used to be the same, but now he has transformed into a form and ascended to the Linglong world with the demon king.

Yu Rui's appetite directly made Suan Zhu turn him down, "It's impossible, if so, then keep fighting, and when Ye Ning and Ao Xuan come back, we'll decide whether to live or die!"

"Business, I make an offer and you counter-offer, there is always something to talk about." Yu Rui said unhurriedly.

The remaining 30 or so Human Nascent Soul cultivators all had joyful expressions on their faces, and they knew that this time there would be a big harvest. But at the same time, their vigilance has not been lowered in the slightest, each of them is gearing up, and if they can't reach an agreement, they will continue to fight.

Unless the venerable Dapeng shows up at this moment, it is absolutely impossible for them to compromise!

Although the five sects have controlled Nanzhou for more than 100,000 years, the later Nascent Soul monks are usually not convinced, but there is nothing they can do.

But this time, the benefits came out. With the five of them leading the battle, they could also eat meat and drink soup behind, and get benefits.

"You humans also know that the remains of ancestors cannot be humiliated. There is no need to discuss these eighteen skeletons of predecessors. There are also precious medicines that are more than five thousand years old. We, the spirit clan, and all races can work together to produce one hundred plants and one hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. No more. In addition, the ten Daoist Yuanying you have imprisoned will also be released." After thinking about it, Su Zhu said.

"Fellow Daoist Suan Zhu, you said that the meat has been swallowed into the stomach, can you still spit it out? It is absolutely impossible to release the ten monsters, but there is no need to take the eighteen spirit bones, but the elixir and Lingshi cannot be changed." Yu Rui said. He also knew that he couldn't be too forceful this time, so he took a step back.

Otherwise, once the fish dies and the net is broken, and that Dapeng Yaozun intervenes, there is no way to settle this matter.

Suan Zhu thought for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and replied: "Okay, I agree to this condition."

"Then take out these things now. As soon as we get the things, we will leave immediately." Yu Rui said.

"Let's prepare for it. After half a month, the old man will personally deliver it." Suan Zhu said.

"Why procrastinate any longer, the land of the Jiaolong Clan and the demon kings of your various clans are here, I don't believe I can't get these things out." Yu Rui said persistently, he didn't want to delay any longer, who could Ensure that the other party will not backtrack.

In short, if you don't swallow the meat that reaches your mouth, you will be hungry!

Suan Zhu fell silent, and there were only a dozen or so demon kings of various races left in this sea area, also hiding in the seabed. M.81??.??M

Although there are more demon kings from various races than these, they cannot all come out in full force, just as the Nascent Soul monks from Nanzhou this time are only a small part.

This sea area, which has been in turmoil for nearly two months, ushered in a moment of calm.

After about a stick of incense, Yu Rui, Bai Yuheng, and Ming Lin got a little impatient waiting.

"Agree or disagree, I'll just wait for your word. Make a decision earlier, Fellow Daoist Suan Zhu!" Yu Rui said coldly.

"Okay, let's stop this time." Suan Zhu sighed, and then a puppet flew out of the hazy phantom smoke, dived into the sea, and headed for the Crystal Palace of the Flood Dragon Clan.

Right now, it is absolutely impossible for these human monks to let them go there in person, not even the avatar transformed by Huan Luoyan.

After all, with the help of Lingbao and Yaobi inherited from the Suanni clan, these incarnations can be fake.

Thirty-five human Nascent Soul monks stood out of nowhere on the sea, waiting quietly.

About half an hour later, the puppet controlled by Suan Zhu flew out of the sea, threw a storage bag to Yu Rui, and said in a cold voice: "You take an inventory."

Yu Rui didn't take the storage bag directly, but with a flick of his sleeve, he turned into a palm with mana to catch it, and then his spiritual sense penetrated into it, and began to count it.

After more than ten breaths, he nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "The number of precious medicines and spirit stones is correct, thank you fellow daoist."

Then he said to the other Daoist Nascent Soul: "Put away the Bixiao Tianlei Pillar, let's go.

The monks of the five sects who were guarding the eight silver and white spiritual pillars in all directions immediately turned around, muttering an extremely obscure formula in their mouths, and at the same time pinched their hands and ten fingers, and shot out a series of spiritual lights in coordination, the spiritual pillars slowly changed. Small, up to about three inches.

Then Yu Rui stretched out his hand and put the eight shrunken spiritual pillars into his sleeve.

Seeing this, everyone's body was wrapped in light, and they all turned into rainbows of various colors, soaring into the sky and disappearing in place.

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In the Nine Birds Secret Realm.

Before the venerable roc came to Mingxin, it had been there for two days.

When the third day was approaching, it felt that it had a faint feeling of being rejected by the secret realm, and it knew that the time limit for comprehension had come.

But before leaving, Venerable Dapeng said slowly: "I never imagined that there are still human race gods and friends staying in Xiaohuanjie today. I don't know the name of the friend?"

"My name is Ming Xin, you can also call me a blood demon, fellow daoist?" Ming Xin smiled, revealing those white fangs.

"Fellow Daoist Mingxin just call me Qingpeng, see you next time when we are destined to meet each other!" Venerable Dapeng said.

"Fellow Taoist, are you going to Nanzhou to stop the struggle between the two clans?" Ming Xin asked.

However, this Qingpeng shook his head and said:

"The old man helped once more than a hundred years ago, and this time they are just asking for trouble. The five sects of Nanzhou cannot be shaken by a mere cultivator who transforms the gods. If they are in a hurry, they can't help but ask for a few sleeping people. I won’t be able to get any benefits at that time. Instead of doing things that are doomed to be futile, I might as well see if I can find a passage against the spirit and ascend to the spirit world, or wait until the day when my lifespan is exhausted. It's too late."

In the ancient times, when the inspiration of the small world had not faded, at that time, there were still Mahayana venerables in the five sects, and there were also monks who crossed the catastrophe and fit together. Although the Mahayana monks left unknowingly, at that time, some monks who had crossed the catastrophe and merged into a body had already sat down, and the natal spirit treasures they left behind had already given birth to extremely extraordinary divinity, which can be called gods.

Only affected by the small world, these spirit treasure gods are in a deep sleep and will hardly wake up again. Unless it is really time for the sect to survive, the five sects will not be awakened easily.

Otherwise, after waking up, these gods with complete sanity will only have the power to fight, and there will be no possibility of self-proclaimed, and they can only be suppressed by the small world until their divinity is completely exhausted.

And this time ranges from hundreds to thousands of years, depending on whether the strength they use exceeds the limit that the small world can carry for a long time.

Of course, these gods also have their own concepts of good and evil. Once they wake up, if the juniors themselves have problems first, then after beheading the intruders, I am afraid they will also clean up those junior monks.

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As for the realm of floating clouds, the six-armed stone man gradually fell into a deep sleep after venting his anger after being awakened, and turned into a stone mountain again.

But Du Yu and the others waited for about seven or eight days, until the stone man fell into a deep sleep again, then they restrained their aura and slowly flew back to the Golden Light Mansion.

However, most of the front hall, back hall, etc. here have been destroyed, and the Baizhang spiritual pillars of the eight-door soul-locking array that separates the parties have been broken into several pieces and fell into the forest.

Only the main hall is generally complete under the protection of the golden light mirror.

Everyone walked into the hall slowly, and saw Master Jin Guang's jade bone corpse still sitting on the golden seat on the high platform.

"Junior disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect, pay homage to Master Jinguang." Du Yu bowed and said, the bright jade Xuanguang mirror floating leisurely three feet above his head.

Zhang Shiping and others also bowed down.

Facing a senior who is about to reach the stage of body integration, they, the juniors of the Nascent Soul, naturally have to be respectful. After all, the spirituality of the golden mirror is still there, and the monk's natal magic weapon often has similarities with his real deity.

Venerable Jin Guang was originally a domineering person, and the ignorant divinity born of this Jin Guangjing had almost the same personality.

What's more, Ao Ce melted away without any resistance in the golden light mirror before, so they can still vividly remember his fate.

However, after a few breaths, the hall was still silent and there was no sound at all.

Everyone still maintained a respectful attitude and never got up.

After a long time, strands of golden light slowly emitted from the twenty-sided golden light mirror suspended in the air, and merged into the jade bone corpse.

He only heard a few clicks, and a little red light appeared from the hollow eye sockets of the corpse, and then he stood up from the golden seat, and the golden mirror behind him glowed with a hazy golden light, which shocked everyone from top to bottom. Scanned it over.

"Mingyu Xuanguangjing, Xuanyuanzong?" An extremely hoarse voice came from the mouth of the corpse, as if two bones were rubbing against each other.

"Exactly." Du Yu said respectfully.

However, it seemed that the corpse was only controlled by the golden mirror, and there was no real sanity, so he didn't respond any more.

It looked away from Du Yu, then fell on Gu Zhang, and then Zhang Shiping, and suddenly said, "Liu Jia's true strategy?"

"Exactly." Zhang Shiping respectfully replied.

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"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and whenever he met familiar people, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing is already used to it.

Because this is the Zhenmagic Division, an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main duty is to kill monsters and ghosts, and of course there are other side jobs.

It can be said.

In Zhenmensi, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it as time went by.

Zhenmus is huge.

Those who can stay in Zhenmusi are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Zhenmagic Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy, and the other is the Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Town of Demons starts from the lowest level of Demon Slayers,

Then he was promoted step by step, and eventually he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the town of magic department, and it was also the lowest level of slayers.

Possess the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with Zhenmusi's environment.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in Zhenmagus, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd. In the **** Zhenmagus, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood hit his face, making his brows furrowed instinctively, but then relaxed quickly.

There is almost no way to clean off the **** smell on everyone in Zhenmusi.

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