My name is Xu Zhu, and I am nicknamed The Little Expert in Reincarnation. I do not refute this, because it is indeed the truth.
Because the old ancestor was relatively good and became a new semi-sage, the Xu family trembled, and of course I also followed suit.
The second generation of Xiu... It's quite appropriate for outsiders to say that about me.
Of course, whether it is appropriate or not is actually not very important. What I want to say is that as a reincarnation expert, I have never seen such a big scene.
When it comes to the treasures for cultivation, ordinary cultivators may not be able to get a few of them if they are desperately trying to beg for help.
But I'm different. From the moment I set foot on the path of cultivation, I have to have everything. It may be exaggerated to use one to lose one, but there is absolutely sufficient supply, as much as I want... There is no way, our strength is not allowed to be low-key!
But today, I Xu Zhu felt that my previous understanding was too narrow. It turns out that in this world, there is still such a fierce place. Treasures are not counted by the number, but directly put together in piles and pieces.
The quality is just mediocre. The key is that all of them are good things. How good is it? As I was born in this way, I can't wipe my saliva now.
Mine, mine, these are all mine!
Whoever dares to compete with me will kill him!
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The contender has come.
As Leiyu Zhixiu said, if they can come here, so can others.
Before Ruan Jing and Xu Zhu, they didn't know what Ling Xiao and Lei Yuzhi had gained.
Think about it from a different perspective. How would the practitioners react when they saw the three people who wanted to collect treasures in the front courtyard with the main gate open
I'm afraid it is, they have their hearts to eat them alive!
The melee, with the arrival of other practitioners, had almost no room for negotiation, and broke out directly.
At first, Xu Zhu, Ruan Jing, and Lei Yuzhixiu tried to join forces to kill the latecomers, but they soon gave up the idea.
Because, seven passages in the mist were opened one after another in a short period of time, and a large number of monks had begun to break into this house.
Seeing that his own treasure was taken away by others, Xu Zhu's eyes were red, but he was not stupid enough to fight with others if he didn't care.
When Ruan Jing was the first to turn around and retreat, no longer trying to stop the crowd, Xu Zhu gritted his teeth, turned and left quickly.
But soon, the annoyance, resentment and helplessness in his heart all dissipated.
Feeling that he has been refreshed, Xu Zhu, who has the upper limit of the big scene, has to admit that he is really watching the sky.
It's all baby, it's all baby!
Not only limited to the vestibule, this huge whole house, as far as he could see, he didn't see any blank space.
At this moment, my liver is really shaking!
With red eyes and a body shaking like a stroke, Xu Zhu only had one thought in his mind, "It's done, it's done!"
In fact, he was not the only one, all the monks who entered the house probably thought so. The melee fighting stopped soon, and where there are treasures everywhere, it is too late to pick and collect them. Who is in the mood to fight
Even if you kill your opponent, so what? With this kung fu, it is better to collect more treasures! Not to mention, fighting is risky, and it is possible to fold yourself in if you are not careful.
Everyone wants to be a oriole, and no one wants to be that poor cicada who is going to be eaten!
The fog of the bamboo forest rolled one after another, and one channel condensed, sending the monks here, and more and more practitioners in the house.
Although there are treasures everywhere, it is impossible for anyone to despise themselves for taking too much. As the number of monks continued to increase, although on the surface, it remained stable, and everyone turned into picking craftsmen.
But this is like, a bamboo basket covered on the stove, I don't know when, the flames burst out with a "huo".
Involve everyone in it, rolling and struggling in the raging flames, like a purgatory!
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Qin Yu sighed, staring at the iron lump in his hand, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was not someone who gave up lightly, but now there are more and more monks in the house.
In this relatively barren yard, four or five groups of practitioners have come one after another. Although Qin Yu and the two have not been found, it is good to be cautious.
Turning his hands to put away the iron lump, Qin Yu decided to stop the infusion of mana. After leaving here, he would have time.
Taking a deep breath and calming down a trace of unwillingness in his heart, Qin Yu's eyes flashed, revealing the color of thought.
Now, there are enough practitioners in the courtyard, and they will naturally trigger the contract power when they take the treasures here.
The number was small before, maybe it hasn't responded yet, but it's almost the same now, and it's time for some changes.
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Outside the house, the mist in the bamboo forest began to spread silently. It first surrounded the entire house, then crossed the wall, and then, bit by bit, completely submerged it.
The mist is poisonous. Qin Yu has experienced this firsthand. As long as there are fluctuations in the aura of life, he will be attacked by toxins.
The mist toxin targets the cultivator's soul, and it continues to corrode after being contaminated. This makes the practitioners who are busy collecting treasures in the house slightly startled, but they soon discover that although the toxin in the mist is powerful, they don't have to be afraid.
Because they now have enough treasures in their hands!
It is just that most of these treasures can help practitioners to resist the damage of toxins in the mist.
That's easy!
Of course, not everyone has doubted the purpose of these fogs, but in the current situation, they seem to have little choice.
The mist is here, it is poisonous, the poison is very strong, and it is aimed at the soul, and it is very troublesome after contamination.
The antidote is in hand, there may be problems with eating it, and if you don’t eat it, you will die.
Is this still a choice
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Qin Yu finally waited, but he was in a bad mood for the change he expected. Although he was the first to come here and saw this house full of treasures, he dared not move a single thing.
This also led to the fact that when the poisonous mist filled the air, invaded the firewood house, and enveloped him and Master Yun, he could only resist.
As I said before, if Qin Yu is the only one, and the poison is not poisonous, it will not have much impact.
But Master Yun can't!
To keep her alive, Qin Yu could only choose to carry it for her.
You don't have to choose, Master Yun will die soon... So, this is the life of a fucking egg. It seems that there are many choices, but in fact, there is only one way, and it is the one you don't want to take.
He tried to call the little blue lamp, but there was no response, which made Qin Yu secretly awe-inspiring. Hidden so tightly means that the realm he is in now may be being watched.
And the owner of these eyes must be very strong, so strong that the little blue lamp must completely restrain his own breath.
Thinking about this "land of riots", many young powerhouses who broke in, such as Tongtian Sword Sect Ling Xiao, Xiangzhang Academy Ruan Jing, etc., must be hiding some inside stories, then this situation is not difficult to understand .
Understandable, understandable, without the help of the little blue light, things would be a little troublesome.
After the toxin in the mist is contaminated with the soul, it will produce an effect similar to corrosion.
The advantage is that every time a certain amount of soul is corroded, an equivalent amount of toxin needs to be consumed.
On the bad side, this fog is endless, unless you escape from it, the toxins will continue to invade the body, and there will be no end at all.
Qin Yu can use his soul power to help Master Yun consume toxins, but soul power is different from mana, and the recovery speed is relatively slow without foreign objects.
In the current situation, no one knows how long the poisonous fog will cover, Qin Yu can't take the risk and let himself fall into weakness.
Then there is only one choice!
Qin Yu reached out and landed on Master Yun, and a pure soul force was instantly injected into her body.
At the same time, the miserable howl of "Old Turtle" sounded in his mind, "Master, please have pity, I'm really too vain, I can't stand such a squeeze!"
The corner of his mouth twitched, what this guy said, no matter how he heard it, it didn't taste right.
Forget it, for the sake of his contribution, I'm too lazy to care about him.
"Old Turtle" is weak, but even if it is conservatively estimated, if he maintains this weak state, he can live for decades.
Therefore, pumping him a little soul power is not a big problem.
After temporarily solving Master Yun's problem, Qin Yu looked at the mist floating in front of him, and his eyes flashed brightly.
First, a lot of treasures were given, and then there was a poisonous fog. If you don't want to die, you can only use the treasures to save your life... If there is no problem here, Qin Yu will rip his head off!
Judging from this rhythm, there will definitely be tricks in the back, just wait and see.
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Qin Yu had not seen the tricks of the owner of this house, but the monks who broke into the house started to have problems.
The reason is very simple. No matter how many treasures there are in the house, they can't withstand the plucking of so many practitioners.
At the beginning, everyone was busy with "harvest", even if there was a little conflict, each sneered and gave up.
But as time passed, the number of treasures became less and less, and there were more and more conflicts.
Of course, there is another potentially important factor - the fog covering the house!
The poisonous mist will damage the soul, and it needs to be refined to absorb treasures before it can be resisted.
No one knows how long they will be trapped here. Even if they have plenty of treasures in their hands, it still doesn't affect their desire to get more.
In particular, even though the cultivators who entered the mansion were not bad, there were still some differences in strength.
The weak are okay, the strong will have some thoughts.
An ordinary nameless grass caused the first bloody case in the house. The specific process is not important, the important thing is that with the death of one party on the spot... The horror came!
The dead cultivator's body turned into powder, and a blood bead the size of a red dragon's eye appeared in front of everyone.
No one knew what this blood bead was, and even at first, despite being surprised, not many people paid attention to it.
Because, as the cultivator turned into dust, his storage magic weapon was destroyed, and all kinds of things exploded on the ground.
Of course, it contains all the things he received after he entered the house.
In a melee battle, the blood beads were taken away by someone in the process.
The matter of the dead did not frighten everyone. For the dangerous world of practitioners, this was originally normal.
But just after this day, the courtyard covered by the poisonous fog began to die, and the number became more and more... A terrifying shadow shrouded everyone's heart!
Because, things started to get weird.