Hearing Master Yimei's words, Long Shisan and others showed a smile in their eyes. These casual cultivators did solve a problem for them.

"The relics can only belong to us. Those casual cultivators can never take away one."

"If they dare to resist, just kill them. The ninth-level pagoda is full of dangers. It is normal to die with a few casual cultivators."

The three of them began to whisper.

On the high platform, the group of casual cultivators did not know that they had been regarded as cannon fodder by the three major sects. At this moment, they all rushed towards the remaining relics one by one.

Like before, the hidden weapon of the mechanism was instantly touched, and a scream sounded, and more than a dozen people fell on the platform. The remaining monks saw their companions falling down, not only did they have no fear in their eyes, but their fallen companions even further aroused the fierceness in their hearts. They all rushed towards the golden-body arhat and the old man with no chance.

Swallowing!

More than a dozen people fell down, and finally someone rushed to the golden arhat and took out the relics hidden in their bodies.

With the previous example, after taking the relics, the monks all jumped off the platform, while the monks who did not get the relics looked furious and looked at the golden-body old man in the middle.

The relic on the body of the old man with golden body is as big as a fist of a baby. It is the most precious one among the entire nine-story pagoda and a real treasure.

In the battle just now, all the monks who rushed towards the old man with golden body, without exception, had not yet approached, and died of explosions.

But this did not stop everyone from wanting to get the enthusiasm of the relics in the old man's body. Under the huge temptation of the treasure, the greed in their hearts had overcome the fear of death.

"The relics are mine!"

Finally, a monk took the lead in breaking the brief calm. He roared and rushed towards the old man like a sharp arrow.

However, he was much smarter than the monks before. When he was about to approach the old man, he had an extra set of armor on his body. Then he put a shield on himself and kept approaching the old man.

As it turned out, the preparations he made were effective. Compared with the monks before, the distance between him and the old man was closer, and even a little bit short of that, he would reach the old man's body.

A look of ecstasy appeared in the monk's eyes, but at this moment, his face suddenly changed, his face turned red, and his expression instantly became horrified.

Click!

The shield on the surface of his body instantly shattered, and then the sound of items shattering sounded, and the armor suit on his body began to shatter, and then fell to the ground.

"ah!"

The monk had no time to let out a shrill scream, and his body burst into a blood mist like those monks before him.

Looking at this scene, the originally fanatical people instantly woke up, looking at the golden-body old man one by one, with greed in his eyes more fear than greed.

Only then did they realize that with their ability, they could not get the best relic in the old man’s body!

After just a moment of hesitation, the monks who were still on the platform all jumped off the platform and surrounded several monks who had obtained the relics before.

"Super the relics, otherwise, die!"

In the team of casual cultivators, a powerful cultivator walked out. He exuded a dangerous and wild aura all over his body. He looked at the monks with relics. A bloodthirsty look appeared in the eyes of the Sanxiu.

As soon as the Sanyou came out, the monks who obtained the relics all changed their faces, but they did not compromise. Instead, they exchanged glances with each other, took out their respective weapons, and looked at the people around them with sharp eyes.

"I want relics unless we die!"

"Is that true? Then you die and transform!"

The Sanxiu roared angrily when he heard this and instantly transformed into a beast cultivator.

At this moment, no one hides his strength anymore.

After transforming, Sanxiu's momentum surged again. His eyes were red, he raised his huge fist and instantly attacked the monks with relics.

Bang!

The monk punched out, instantly smashing the monk who was closest to him, holding the monk's storage ring in his hand.

"Don't, don't kill me, I don't want Shariputra anymore, please don't kill me."

After being blown to pieces, the monk's Nascent Soul's eyes showed extreme fear and kept begging for mercy to the beast cultivator.

But for his begging for mercy, the beast cultivator just smiled cruelly, then pinched his Nascent Soul in his hand, grabbed it hard, and the Nascent Soul of the cultivator was instantly pinched.

After collecting the spoils, the beast cultivator did not give up, but looked at the next monk, with a cruel smile in his eyes.

"Super the relics, or die!"

The monk who was stared at by the beast cultivator showed a sharp look in his eyes. He glanced at his companions around him and said, "He is going to kill all of us. Let's go together and kill him!"

The monks all nodded and launched a fierce attack on the beast cultivator.

The beast cultivator's face turned cold. He didn't expect that these monks would unite together. Although his strength was strong, it was obviously a bit difficult for him to face the attack of the seven monks at the same time.

After a fierce battle, the beast cultivator killed three people again, but he himself was at the end of his strength and lost the ability to fight again.

Around him, the remaining four monks all looked at him with horror, and no one dared to step forward for a moment.

The beast cultivator supported his weak body, and a look of pride appeared in his eyes. He took out a healing pill from the storage ring and was about to swallow it to heal the wound.

But at this moment, with the sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh, his movements instantly freeze, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

The beast cultivator looked down with difficulty and saw a sharp sword sword blade penetrated from his chest, and the blade was covered with bright red blood.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

The beast cultivator used all his strength and turned around to look at a middle-aged monk behind him, his eyes full of anger.

When he met the Beast Cultivator's eyes, the middle-aged monk was instinctively afraid, but then a sharp look appeared in his eyes. He heard a loud roar and stirred the sword that pierced the Beast Cultivator's chest. The Beast Cultivator immediately let out a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at the beast cultivator lying on the ground, a ruthless look appeared in the middle-aged monk's eyes. He pulled out the sword from the beast cultivator, and then stabbed dozens of swords into the beast cultivator's body before stopping.

The beast cultivator's body had long been blurred by the middle-aged monk's face. With a look of regret, the beast cultivator closed his eyes.

At this time, a Nascent Soul floated out of the beast cultivator's body. Nascent Soul held a storage ring in his hand, as if he was planning to escape.
Chapter completed!