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”Sword pill!”

The small flying sword was swallowed in his mouth, which reminded Bai Xiaobei of a legendary name. The ancient friar had a magic weapon called ”sword pill”!

The blood bandage quickly turned into a bloody hair band, and the figure wrapped in the blood bandage was also revealed. An old man with dishevelled hair was like a ghost.

Bai Xiaobei's storage bag automatically flies to the old man's lean hands like chicken feet. What makes Bai Xiaobei afraid is that all the contents inside are let out.

Spirit stone, spirit ghost, spirit medicine, spirit plant, spirit ghost liquid, even some messy things.

There are tens of thousands of spirit stones left, which are all the spirit stones of Bai Xiaobei. As a result, in Bai Xiaobei's shocking eyes, the spirit stone directly ignites violently, and even the miraculous medicine and spiritual plants in it are the same.

The spirit stone is gone, the elixir and the spirit plant are gone. Bai Xiaobei's heart is like a knife. These are his own things, all of which are turned into a big liquid.

The old man opened his mouth and swallowed the liquid as big as his palm. His voice was like a broken mouth bone at any time. However, Bai Xiaobei knew that this seemingly weak old man was definitely a terrible monk.

With the big liquid swallowing, the old man seems to have recovered a little breath of life and let out a long breath. His muddy white eyes showed a trace of satisfaction.

The spirit ghost let the old man look at it and threw it away. Several elixirs made the old man frown and swallow it. Until the spirit ghost liquid was held by the old man, the old man's eyes twinkled with a trace of excitement.

”The power of the soul!”

For a moment, the old man was excited. This is Bai Xiaobei's six bottles. He didn't expect to hear this strange name in the old man's mouth.

The old man's voice was as bad as steel friction. Bai Xiaobei could not help showing a trace of pain, and his ears seemed to have some thorns.

Six drops of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the ghost let swallow down, the old man's action let Bai Xiaobei all surprised, you know, ghost face flowers can't directly swallow.

”Well, yes, it's the power of the soul.”

The old man took six drops of spirit and ghost liquid, as if the sound was a little better, and the whole body was full of a little vitality.

”Little devil, where does the soul power come from? What else? ”

As soon as the old man's divine sense swept, he knew that there was nothing else on Bai Xiaobei. A weak monk had such a precious thing, which made the old man feel the hope of recovery.

Bai Xiaobei quickly shook his head and said, ”no, no more.”

The old man nodded slightly and suddenly said, ”where did you get it?”

The voice seemed to ring from his own heart. Bai Xiaobei was unprepared and said directly, ”I refined it.”

With that, Bai Xiaobei was stunned. He couldn't say such a thing at all. How could he say it himself? Is it affected by the old people?

The old man was a little dazed. Maybe he had been down for too many years and couldn't understand the information. Finally, the old man understood it and said again, ”how to refine it?”

Bai Xiaobei knew that he couldn't cheat the old man. He hesitated for a moment, picked up a inferior spirit ghost, released it, and quickly extracted the spirit power of the inferior spirit ghost.

”Draw out the power of the soul!”

The old man couldn't help but come to Bai Xiaobei's side. His chicken claw like palm was shaking on Bai Xiaobei's fingers full of soul power.

In an instant, the old man showed a trace of extreme comfort. The soul power on Bai Xiaobei's finger instantly made the extraction clean.

”It's really lucky that I chose the skill of” Na Ling Tian Di ”, and I can meet someone who can directly refine the power of soul. Ha ha...”

Heaven and earth reverse, Bai Xiaobei and the old man appear in a golden hall.

Bai Xiaobei bumped into the pillar, and his black and blue face suddenly blossomed. He stood up with his nose covered and looked at the old man with a sad face.

The old man saw Bai Xiaobei's eyes suddenly a little unnatural, embarrassed: ”eight hundred years have not moved, a little uncomfortable, moving a bit not used to.”

Move? Is it blinking? Bai Xiaobei almost fainted. Hasn't moved for 800 years? Is this old man the Legendary Super Master?

”Where is this?”

Bai Xiaobei was surprised to see the magnificent hall. It was the first time he saw such a luxurious place. It was so beautiful.

The old man looked at Bai Xiaobei and said, ”the main hall of the sword sect in the desert, the Daze golden hall!””Daze Golden Hall...”

make complaints about the name of Bai Xiao Bei. Suddenly, Bai Xiao Bei was lying on the ground. He discovered that even the floor was made by daze Jinsha.

The old man continued: ”don't be curious. The whole hall is made of daze Jinsha. It's a huge magic weapon, but the spirit has been destroyed and needs to be reunited.”

In an instant, Bai Xiaobei's saliva flowed. A piece of daze Jinsha, the size of a thumb, is worth hundreds of gold. How much is this hall? For a moment, Bai Xiaobei felt how powerful the desert sword sect was.

”And who are you?”

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