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Chapter 61 I'm Best at Empty Gloves, White Wolf

Duanlong Mountain spans more than ten thousand miles from east to west, with green mountains and steep peaks. It was once the location of the Holy Court where the demon clan was entrenched, but was later defeated and expelled by the human race to cultivate immortality.

It's just that Duanlong Mountain is too vast. Except for part of it being occupied by the Immortal Cultivating Sect, and part of it being an important thoroughfare, the rest is a desolate land.

At this moment, deep in the Broken Dragon Mountain, a place where birds and animals are extinct, two groups of people appear here.

Both sides wore masks, forbidden hats, and black anti-rebellion robes. At first glance, they thought they were many Jiang Mu.

This shows the vigilance of both parties.

"What the hell is this place? If your Yuanling Sect doesn't want to trade, just cancel it, but it keeps changing the location of the trade. You think my demon sect is just a clown who shouts and drinks!"

A nice voice sounded, even though it looked very angry, the voice was still very pleasant to the ear.

"Sorry, sorry, this matter is indeed of great importance. Fellow Taoists must also know that our Yuanling Sect has been away from the deserted island in the deep sea more than a thousand years ago, and we no longer know much about the nine states and ten places in the world of immortality. It can be said that we are shocked every step of the way.

What's more, I'm dealing with your Demon Sect again this time. If word of this gets out, our entire Yuanling Sect will be turned into powder without waiting for the end of the world."

The voice of a man who sounded very honest and honest spoke from the opposite side.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't care about your nonsense. Have you brought your things?"

"Can you please first ask the girl to show me the top-quality raw ore spirit stones that our sect wants? If one is missing, we won't trade it. You know, our Yuanling Sect is far away from overseas. Only we can create the anti-path magic spirit treasure.

, with this object, there is no need for an immovable anti-Tao magic formation. Whether in the wilderness or anywhere, it can contain the old monster of the gods. The fastest twenty breaths will definitely be able to contain it.

Once the spiritual energy within a thousand miles radius is completely absorbed, no matter how powerful the Taoism is, it cannot be released."

"Of course, the anti-Tao spiritual treasure created by our sect is actually more suitable for use in the catastrophe of the end of the Dharma. Fellow Taoists of the Demon Sect, I advise you to buy a few more pieces and reserve enough for yourself in advance.

Spiritual energy..."

"Shut up! 1,000 top-grade raw ore spiritual stones, 20,000 top-grade raw ore spiritual stones, 100,000 mid-grade raw ore spiritual stones, no one is too much, let's trade!"

The girl from the Demon Sect opposite seems to be extremely impatient. Mad, I have changed a dozen trading locations all over the world. I am not here to listen to your nagging. If Yuanling Sect is not too cowardly, the opposite side is full of dummies, wooden figures, and paper figures.

, even with their magic skills, they couldn't find the other party's true identity, and she had already torn the other party into pieces.

"good!"

The Yuanling Sect on the opposite side finally agreed to the deal. This time it was really an auspicious day. Both parties happily exchanged what they needed. But just when they were about to go home, a heroic shout sounded from a distance.

"Where did the devil's bastard come from and dare to run wild on the territory of my Wanling Sect!"

While he was talking, a red-haired old man in the late Nascent Soul stage rushed towards him with murderous intent. It was Sang Muyuan who had been robbed by the Divine Sword Sect. Since returning to the Sword Sect, he had become more and more angry and bought a new set of flying swords.

After receiving the magic weapon, he decided to go out and relax, mainly because he wanted to make some supplements.

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As the saying goes, tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall is my best skill.

Shameful?

It's not shabby, but the matter of cultivating immortals, can it be called robbing?

I don't know if he was lucky, but he just happened to catch the two groups meeting secretly, especially the iconic prohibition hat and the black robe of anti-rebellion. On the black market, just one piece can be sold for tens of thousands of spiritual stones. , Okay, I just like these devil bastards, they are rich and willful!

At that moment, Sang Mu originally sent a thousand-mile message to the mountain gate, and then rushed towards him with murderous intent. He was in the late Nascent Soul stage, enough to sweep away most of them. He really thought that the world was full of old monsters who transformed into gods!

Ah, is the old monster who transforms into a god just a cabbage?

Even if I go gambling or drifting, I still wouldn’t believe that my luck would be so bad!

But, why do these two groups of people look at me like they are idiots?

"A late Nascent Soul?"

Even those who were as timid as the Yuanling Sect's group sounded a little surprised at this moment, as if grasshoppers had jumped out of nowhere. They didn't escape, but they didn't seem to take action either.

As for the people in the Demon Sect, they also watched Sang Muyuan attack in silence with his flying sword, just like watching Shabi!

"Buzz!"

The anti-Tao magic spirit treasure in the hands of the Demon Sect woman was suddenly activated. In an instant, the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles was directly drained. Sang Mu was originally majestic and murderous, with sword energy rushing into the night and flying happily. , the result was instantly like a wild goose that had lost its feathers, falling directly from an altitude of hundreds of feet.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and took out a flying magic weapon in an instant. He turned around and tried to run away. In the end, he ran less than a thousand feet, and the flying magic weapon also fell down. Without the blessing of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this flying magic weapon could escape at extremely fast speeds. The consumption of magic weapons is not ordinary, and the spiritual stones are used up directly.

"boom!"

The majestic master of the late Nascent Soul stage fell directly to the ground, his head turned into disgrace.

The only thing he can do is to draw out hundreds of spiritual talismans, which is what he can temporarily do with the little mana left in his body.

In fact, if he is given even ten breaths, he will be strong enough to fight, but will the opponent give him time?

Besides, what kind of thing is that? Isn't the Anti-Tao Magic Formation immovable? If it can be made into a magic weapon, damn, the most unlucky person in the world is the old monster who transforms into gods.

"Plop!"

"Spare your life! I have important information, and I am willing to join the Demon Sect. I just want to survive!"

Sang Muyuan's reaction was very quick. Once this matter was leaked out, I am afraid that the five super sects in the world would send out all their masters to frantically kill the demon sect and those who could create anti-path magic treasures.

It’s over!

It’s over now!

"Capture the soul and refine it into a blood elixir!"

The demon sect woman said coldly, she didn't care about Sang Muyuan's surrender at all. She really regarded our demon sect as a cesspit, and whoever wanted to come could come?

"I know a vein of spiritual stone!"

"Haha, the spirit stone veins? Did it come from the Fuyun Sect of Qin Ge County, that Gong Xiaoxiao? Bah, do you think my Demon Sect is a beggar, Soul Captor!"

"It's a medium-sized, medium-sized spirit stone vein. It's true. Xu Yi, the elder of the Fuyun Sect, hid it because he was afraid of scaring his junior brother Jiang Mu. In the end, he was deceived by Gong Xiaoxiao using the dream weaving technique. Gong Xiaoxiao's bitch If someone wants to cooperate with me, Wanling Sect, this news is her certificate of submission!"

Sang Muyuan almost cried. Why was he so unlucky? That stinky woman was going to kill him!

"Medium size?"

The Demon Sect woman finally made a move, because it was possible to produce a large amount of high-grade raw ore spirit stones from the medium-sized spirit stone veins, and this thing was the Yuanling Sect's favorite.

"Don't look at me. Our Yuanling Sect is not involved in cause and effect. We won't even kill mortals, let alone seek wealth and death. However, we are willing to trade."

"Besides this kind of anti-Tao spiritual treasure, what has your Yuanling Sect researched in these more than a thousand years?"

"There are not many, there are only three kinds of treasures that can deal with the end of the law. If you want them, just exchange them for the raw ore spirit stones."

"Okay! It's a deal!"
Chapter completed!
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