Song Shuhang squatted down and picked up a piece of armor.
He clearly saw with his own eyes that the blood constitutes the blood armor, but the armor fragments have nothing to do with blood except for the color - this is simply alchemy!
Shuhang felt that this thing was very interesting, so he asked aloud: "Senior Spirit Butterfly, are these fragments still useful?"
"It's useless. After it is broken, the strange energy contained in it will completely dissipate, and it has no research value." Venerable Spirit Butterfly replied casually.
"Oh, how many pieces should I pick up?" Song Shuhang flicked the piece of armor in his hand and made a crisp sound.
Venerable Spirit Butterfly smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want."
"Thank you, senior." So Song Shuhang picked out four larger pieces of armor and tried to put them into the 'one-inch shrink bag'. Because the armor was broken and the mysterious power inside had dissipated, Song Shuhang successfully put them into the 'one-inch shrink bag'.
Venerable Lingdie secretly glanced at Song Shuhang's one-inch shrink bag.
It turned out to be a cute rabbit shape? Much cuter than Soft Feather's. Venerable recalled Song Shuhang's previous women's clothing form... This little friend Song Shuhang, from a certain point of view, is really very reassuring!
Venerable Spirit Butterfly was in a good mood: "Sit down, let's go to Fellow Daoist Bai next."
Caiyun Magic Weapon accelerated and flew towards the location of the underground melting hole of 'Mr.'.
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At this time, the real monarch of Mount Huangshan was in the palace magic treasure.
The Taoists of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group' were still exchanging their experiences after brushing the 'Gorefiend', and before they knew it, the 'vision of Taoism' took shape again.
While the fellow Daoists were enjoying the exchange, True Monarch Huangshan quietly left the crowd.
He walked cautiously to a room upstairs in the palace. There, a poor fellow Daoist was imprisoned—Deng Yima, who was ruined by Hei Gua, who mistook Fairy Lychee for Hei Gua, and was beaten severely by Fairy Lychee.
The True Monarch of Mount Huangshan pushed open the door and entered.
Fellow Daoist Deng Yima had a stubborn look on his face. His strength was sealed, and he was tied and thrown on the bed. He still still refuses to believe that the 'Fairy Lychee' he saw at the time would be the Immortal Master of Tonggua 'Transfiguration' - how can there be such an awesome transfiguration technique in this world
In his heart, none of these guys are good people.
Especially seeing Huangshan Zhenjun's sneaky appearance, Deng Yima felt a little uneasy. What does this guy want to do
"Dao friend Deng Yima, don't be nervous. This is the true monarch of Mount Huangshan. I believe you have heard of this seat, right?" Characters, even Immortal Fairy Bie Xue's Immortal-Eating Banquet will not miss him as a distinguished guest every time.
Deng Yima glanced at the True Monarch of Mount Huangshan—it seems that he is really similar to the legendary 'Senior Huangshan'
"I don't know what the true monarch is looking for from me?" Deng Yima said, although he was not sure whether the other party was the 'Yellow Mountain True Monarch', but the strength of the other party was there, and he was undoubtedly a powerful true monarch.
True Monarch Huangshan said with a smile, "I would like to know how many pellets are left by little friend from that 'Black Tiger Mystery Realm'?"
"Huh?" Deng Yima looked at True Monarch Huangshan suspiciously.
True Monarch Huangshan said: "This seat is very interested in your projectiles. So, if you want to sell it, just ask for a price."
"How many projectiles does Zhenjun want to buy from me? There were originally six projectiles. I used one for the experiment, and I used another before. There are four more." A baby face.
True Monarch Huangshan asked, "It seems that fellow Daoists also have plans to trade them? Do fellow Daoists have a psychological price? Why don't you count them?"
"I told you in advance that the price I want is very high." Deng Yima said - if the price is low, he won't sell it.
"Fellow Daoist, but it doesn't matter, buying and selling is what you want and I want. Don't worry, even if the price is high, I won't forcefully buy or sell it." True Monarch Huangshan said with relief.
"Then I said, I want 100,000 rank five spirit stones!" Deng Yima gritted his teeth.
According to the amount and purity of the spiritual power contained in the spiritual stone, it corresponds to the level of the monk and is divided into nine grades. Generally speaking, it is best for a monk of any level to use which level of spiritual stone to cultivate, and it will not cause waste.
This price, of course, is not comparable to the entire net worth that Deng Yima has consumed... However, it can make up for his losses at a minimum, and he can still have the money to buy a suitable flying sword, so he doesn't need to fly around on a 'Superman'.
However, this price is still ridiculously high—you must know that when he was in the sect, others were only willing to pay 10,000 spirit stones to buy five projectiles at most.
"The price is reasonable." True Monarch Huangshan nodded and said, "Then, let's pay the money and pay the loan with one hand!"
The real monarch has been extremely wealthy recently... Not long ago, the people of the real monarch of Mount Huangshan discovered a vein of spirit stone on a certain satellite, and the purity was still very high.
Seeing that the other party was so refreshing, Deng Yima was a little stunned - it seemed that if he ordered more spirit stones, the other party would agree!
Am I selling at a loss? Are these projectiles really treasures
It's just... Since my price has been reported for export, I would be very embarrassed if I go back on it. If he annoys the True Monarch in front of him and the other party doesn't buy it, will he keep four pellets to drink the Northwest Wind
"Deal!" Deng Yima said forcefully, "Please, Senior Huangshan, untie me!"
The True Monarch Huangshan happily loosened Deng Yima's bonds and untied the spiritual seal on him.
The two paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other hand, and the transaction was happy.
"Daoyou Deng is really a refreshing person." After Huangshan Zhenjun put away the four projectiles, he took out a very good fourth-grade flying sword from his sleeve and handed it to Deng Yima: "I heard Daoist Liu Long mention it, Deng Daoyou There are some small problems with your means of transportation, I happen to have a flying sword with good speed here, so I will give it to fellow Daoists for transportation.”
Deng Yima gratefully took Feijian, and then he said goodbye to the True Monarch Huangshan.
Before leaving—Daoist friend Deng Yima also asked the address of the 'pharmacist Daoist friend' from the mouth of Huangshan Zhenjun.
It seems that his next stop is 'Daoist Pharmacist'.
True Monarch Huangshan was holding four projectiles—if he guessed correctly, these four projectiles may contain the 'power of time', which is priceless.
After some time, I have to invite the venerable seniors in the group to gather and study these four projectiles.
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In the melting cave a hundred miles away from the Chu family.
'Sir' again carefully wiped some of the blood of 'Chu disciples' on the four scrolls.
Sure enough, a dazzling light flashed again on the four scrolls!
"The secrets in the picture scroll are definitely related to the blood of the Chu family disciples. But, how do we solve the secrets inside?" said Mr.
The only thing the gentleman knows is that the key to the secret realm of longevity is hidden in these four paintings.
But he can be sure that the key is not the "Sword Art" that the Chu family understood!
That key should be something more 'substantiated'.
While thinking about it, suddenly... Above the cave, it exploded!
what happened
The gentleman raised his head in surprise and looked at the explosion above his head.
Then, he saw a fairy-like figure landing from the top of the cave where it exploded.
That figure is so perfect that it cannot be described in words. Anyway, 'Sir' only needs to apply all the words in his mind about 'perfect, beautiful, handsome, handsome' and so on to this figure, it will be right.
Maybe it's because this figure is too perfect? Or maybe this figure has a strong affinity.
He clearly knew that the other party had exploded the melting hole and broke in, but he couldn't be vigilant in his heart.
In the end, the figure slowly landed and stayed in the void.
He does not use any force to step on the void.
"Huh? Has it finally arrived?" Venerable White shook his hand, and then his eyes fell on Mr. and the four picture scrolls beside him—that's right, it's here!
"Senior, is there anything wrong with coming to my cave?" The gentleman bowed to Venerable White, and he finally regained his senses. At the same time, he quietly gathered the power of the blood pool behind him.
Always ready to attack the opponent.
"Ah, it's like this." Venerable White coughed and explained, "Because one of my runes went wrong, so... Congratulations, you have collected all four "Sword Art" scrolls of the Chu family. Once the scrolls are drawn together, they will summon me!"
gentlemen:"… "
What kind of mess is this
Venerable White said again: "Then, after calling me here, I will take these four picture scrolls with me."
"Impossible!" The gentleman shouted and threw himself on the four scrolls. At the same time, while mobilizing the power of the blood pool to attack Venerable White, he shouted: "They belong to me, I will not let anyone take them. bring… "
Snapped!
An 800-pound slap slapped him in the face... The gentleman only felt his body float up, flying through the clouds, spinning freely in the air for 32 and a half times... and finally hit the wall of the cave.
What happened just now? He didn't see how the other party shot at all!
Immediately afterwards, the gentleman saw that the figure in white stretched out his hand to collect the four scrolls, and then floated back into the void—damn, damn, the scroll he finally got his hands on was snatched away like this!
"Then, goodbye fellow Daoist." Venerable White waved his hand towards Mr., and was about to leave the cave.
But when he had only risen two meters, Venerable White suddenly stopped.
His eyes fell on the 'Puppet Black Dragon' on the edge of the melting hole - oh, what a delicate puppet!
It looks like it's easy to dismantle
So, Venerable White descended from the void again and crouched beside the puppet Black Dragon.
"Can I tear it down?" Venerable White looked at the gentleman.
But before the other party could answer, Venerable White suddenly said to himself, "Forget it, I don't need to ask him, I'm not a friend anyway."