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Chapter 517 The Three Saints of Panlong

"Sir...sir!"

"Such a top-grade Jiangxin evil water, merchants in the city will usually sell about five pieces of medium-grade magic stones." When the Demon Lord asked, the one-horned warrior did not dare to hide it, scratched his head, and showed a silly smile.

road.

"Five pieces of medium-grade magic stone?"

"Is the price so low?" Chen Fan looked thoughtful.

"Yes, sir! The evil water is not very valuable in the first place. If the thin evil water is mined from the river, it can only be sold for the price of a low-grade magic stone."

"The most expensive thing is the evil water at the source of the evil river, but at least you have to be a demon commander-level adult to dive in and salvage it. We poor people can only fish it by the river to make some money.

." The one-horned warrior said matter-of-factly.

"I see!"

"No wonder I didn't see any high-level monks collecting it directly in the middle of the river. Even if I collect it, it's not worth a few magic stones... Forget it, I'll reward you with this bottle of evil water!" Chen Fan nodded when he heard this and took the black bottle in his hand.

Throw it to the other party.

The one-horned warrior took it over and said with a somewhat honest expression, "Thank you, sir, for the reward!"

This one-horned warrior was born with five major body parts and three thick bodies, and his naked green skin was stained with oil. Although he was only at the stage of alchemy cultivation, he should have some blood from the Garo clan and was quite powerful.

Otherwise, this person would not have started admonishing Chen Fan as soon as he landed. In fact, it was because there was some blood connection between the same clan.

It's a pity that he is a mixed race, and his bloodline is no longer pure. There is a thick layer of horn on the outside of the blue skin, and the horn is also dark green. He must be the offspring of the cross between the Garo tribe and the Blue Bull Demon Tribe.

Such mixed-blood demons are everywhere in the demon world. Except for a few who have great opportunities and soar into the sky, most of them have low cultivation levels like this person and do some hard work.



After reaching out and patting the one-horned warrior on the shoulder, Chen Fan walked towards Shuiyuan City amidst many envious eyes.

Chen Fan originally came to the Central Demon Realm with the intention of traveling and gaining more knowledge. However, after he conquered the Demon Snake Clan, he aroused the hostility of Panlong Palace.

After all, Chen Fan had already registered with the three Demon Emperors and many Saint Ancestors before, so he could not interfere with secular forces unless absolutely necessary.

Taking action to conquer the Demonic Snake Clan was equivalent to Chen Fan breaking this rule.

In this way, the three saint ancestors behind Panlong Palace would have reason to attack him.

After staying in the gentle hometown of the Snake Mother for ten days and a half, the Panlong Palace had learned that the Demonic Snake clan had changed hands, and directly sent an envoy to send an invitation letter, inviting Chen Fan to go to Shuiyuan City to meet a certain person.

A narration of the clones of the Holy Ancestor.

If this contradiction cannot be solved, I am afraid that I will have to fight with several saint ancestors of Panlong Palace in the future.

Therefore, Chen Fan followed the map and was invited to Shuiyuan City.

This city is also under the jurisdiction of Panlong Palace, and because of the existence of the evil river and evil water, this Shuiyuan City is extremely prosperous, and it is no less prosperous than the trading towns seen in the eastern part of the demon world before.

Except for the coolie demon cultivators who collect water, most of the people who come in and out of Shuiyuan City are demon monks with sinister auras. They must have been exposed to the evil water for a long time, and they have more or less practiced some poisonous skills, so that their faces are...

You can see a lot of condensation.

After Chen Fan entered Shuiyuan City, he first walked around and looked at the specialties sold in the shops along the street. In addition to the neatly arranged evil spirits, this place also produced a lot of poison pills refined from evil spirits.

Black, purple, green, all kinds of colors, many kinds.

These poisonous elixirs contain a lot of pure demonic energy. If swallowed by people who practice poisonous skills, they can increase their magic power and their own toxins at the same time, and the sales are very good.

In addition, there are also shops that specialize in cultivating poisonous insects and poisonous beasts, and Chen Fan is constantly amazed by the sights.

After wandering around the city, buying a few basic poison skills and reading through them, Chen Fan arrived at a green suspended hall in the center of the city as agreed.

The plaque hanging outside the temple reads "Shuiyuan Temple" with four large demonic characters. Although there are no guards guarding it, there is a palace-protecting formation visible to the naked eye in operation.

Once someone approaches, the dark green light on the magic circle will be activated. It looks extremely poisonous and cannot be touched easily.

The residents in the city also looked at this temple with awe, presumably because they knew that this temple was enshrining a certain important person with a great background.

Chen Fan took out the invitation letter and swaggered into the Shuiyuan Temple.

The dark green magic circle activated outside just flashed and seemed to automatically sense, opening a square channel for Chen Fan.

After entering the Shuiyuan Temple, Chen Fan saw a strange fish covered in green scales, which was enshrined in the center of the hall.

This strange fish has the body of a crocodile with a sharp mouth, ferocious fins, and a tail like a long snake. It also holds a dark green orb in its mouth. It is surrounded by evil water, and it poses like a fish leaping into the water.

In front of the shrine dedicated to the strange fish, there are three pale stone platforms.

On each stage, there is a demon with a deep breath, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath. The one in the middle is tall and tall, with a burly face, and is wearing a gilt armor.

In gray clothes, on the right is a gloomy young man in green robes.

As soon as they saw Chen Fan entering the palace, the three demon cultivators opened their eyes at the same time. Three auras far exceeding those of the peak demon lord surged out from their bodies and pressed towards Chen Fan.

"hey-hey!"

"interesting!"

"It's actually the clones of the three Saint Ancestors who have arrived!" Chen Fan said with a chuckle. Purple-gold light surged out of his body, and he connected the three mana spiritual pressures. He crossed his arms as if nothing was wrong, and raised his eyes to observe the stone platform.

The three above.

These three Saint Ancestor clones also looked at Chen Fan.

The burly man in the middle who was wearing armor slowly said: "Not bad! He can withstand the auras of the three of me without changing his face. He is worthy of the name of the No. 1 Demon Lord!"

"This fellow Taoist is too polite! The number one demon lord is just a false name spread by outside rumors!"

"I don't know how to call these three fellow Taoists?" Chen Fan asked politely, cupping his hands.

"Fellow?"

"A mere Demon Lord dares to compete with our peers? You are not qualified!" The gloomy young man in green robes on the right snorted coldly and looked at Chen Fandao with an unkind expression.

"Yeah?"

"Several clones of the Holy Ancestor have died under my command, but I don't know if your clone will be the next?" Chen Fan spread his hands, as if mocking the other person, with a helpless expression.

"you!"

The gloomy young man was about to have a fit when the burly man in the middle stretched out his hand to stop him: "We have also heard a little bit about the reputation of fellow Taoist Qinglin! I am Pan Long, the master of Panlong Palace, and these two are my sworn brothers He

Fellow Taoist Yuan and Du Jue are not from the Holy Ancestors, so they must not know us."

"I just don't know why fellow Daoist Qinglin would stand up for that old guy Mo Long and seize the territory of our Panlong Palace?"

------Digression-----
Chapter completed!
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