Chapter 437 (1/2)
”If you were not my own son, I would not have been so greedy when I got the pill. But for my determination, I would tear myself to pieces. It's just that the last step of the Five Secrets of the immortal root is to absorb your true yuan. Compared with this cultivation, even if it is a natural son, it is nothing. ”
After Dong Miaozhen said something to himself, he picked up one of his broken arms, and the two blue gold elixirs still suspended on his head flashed with rays, beating all five spiritual root friars, including Dong Qingyi and others, into flying ash. Then he took the five people's sachets and put them away, then he moved and swept out of the top of the hall, as if all of them were using top-grade spirits A peculiar hall made of stone.
The main hall is located in a temple like building.
This temple like building is square, covering an area of about hundreds of square meters, surrounded by a square made of white jade. An egg shaped water curtain envelops the building, making the building feel like it was built in water.
As soon as Dong Miaozhen grabs his broken arm out of the building, he sees several pieces of green jade talisman, motionless and suspended in the water curtain facing the building.
Just holding these pieces of green jade talisman in his hand, Dong Miaozhen's body shook violently and his face suddenly turned pale.
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”So many things, I'm rich this time!”
In xiaoyeshan cave, in front of Wei Suo, Han Weiwei and Ji ya, there are a lot of things.
All these things are sachets, all kinds of magic weapons.
More than 150 monks gathered in juxingzong and Dongyao resort to hang Wei Suo in xiaoyeshan. In the end, only about 30 monks escaped. The whole tribe was in Weisuo's hands.
Moreover, most of the 120 monks were above the level of mindfulness. Almost all of them had treasure bags.
Now pile up in front of Wei Suo, Han Weiwei and Ji ya, there are more than 100 nabao bags!
Han Weiwei didn't feel too much when she was collecting these things. But now these things are taken out and piled up in front of her. With such a large amount, she feels totally different.
Han Weiwei casually picked up a blue medium-level nabao bag. With a sweep of divine consciousness, she took out a spirit stone bag from it.
Then she untied the spirit stone bag and fell down, and the crystal clear spirit stone immediately spread on the ground.
It looks like all kinds of spirit stones, which add up to at least sixty or seventy thousand inferior spirit stones.
Han Weiwei didn't take out the other things in the nabao bag first. Instead, she grabbed six or seven nabao bags and took out all the spirit stone bags in the nabao bag.
After each spirit stone bag was untied, a large number of crystal clear spirit stones were poured out and slowly piled into a pile on the ground.
”Weisuo, it seems that you are not very good in these people's eyes. These people seem to take you as a piece of meat that can be cut at will. They actually take a lot of things with them when they go out.” Looking at these spirit stones, Han Weiwei curled her mouth to Weisuo while her eyes were shining with gold.
When Wei Suo attended the sea hunting meeting, the disciples of haixianzong, mingyuanzong and ziweizong had nothing to take with them except the necessary magic weapons, so as to avoid being killed by the other party and get a cheaper price. Only Ou ran Meng didn't bring less things with him. And now these friars have nothing to take with them. It is obvious that when they come here, they are as fearless as Ouran Meng.
However, it is no wonder that these friars, who would have thought of four golden elixir monks with the power of two schools, could not even kill a single monk.
”Weisuo, this thing seems to have been a set of two ancient treasures. When the two pieces are combined together, the power will surely reach the real metaphysical level. ” The voice of the old man in green also rang.
This kind of inventory time, of course, can not be less shopping crazy old man, otherwise he must be and Weisuo anxious. At the moment, the green figure of the old man in green robe is staying in front of Huang Yazi's ”long river flowing volume”, and he looks at it carefully.
This piece of ”long river torrential scroll” seems to be made of more than ten kinds of silk thread. It has three colors of blue, white and yellow. It looks like a picture with a white background, and there is a big river surging in the sky.