Yang Gong's expression also changed, and he had to suppress his anger again.

He knew that Qin Cheng was very cunning, and just using his mouth, he could not let Qin Cheng help.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, this is better. If you can save us, we are willing to give you millions of spirit stones." Yang Gong changed his mind.

However, Qincheng ignored it and continued to move forward.

Yang Gong's mouth twitched.

"Thousands of spirit stones, plus a top-quality fairy grass."

"Twenty million spirit stones, ten fairy grasses, this is OK!"

Seeing that Qin Cheng was unmoved, Yang Gong roared and increased his bid again.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, I think you know what I am interested in. I don't need to say more about these things."

Qin Cheng shook his head slightly, then turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Remind, I'm about to leave here, you're in a hurry."

There are dozens of divine pattern fragments floating in this hall.

Even if you walk by yourself, you have to be extremely careful. Now these guys are breaking into a dead end, just like getting into a mess. If you want to come out, just give some advice?

Wanting to help yourself easily is simply a joke.

"you!"

Yang Gong gritted his teeth. Of course he understood what Qin Cheng meant, but he needed those things too.

Rumble!

But at this moment, the light curtains suddenly began to tremble around the Sanyang Sect and others.

"Sect Master, these light curtains are approaching again."

"We're almost nowhere to stop."

A group of monks shouted nervously.

The changing formation made Yang Gong completely helpless.

"It's good. If you bring us out, I can share the golden key I got in the palace with you."

"Golden Key?"

Qin Cheng's heart moved.

"That's right, we had obtained a golden key in front of a statue in the underground palace. This thing should be related to a treasure in the palace." Yang Gong gritted his teeth.

Then, as if afraid that Qin Cheng would not believe it, he flipped his palm.

A golden key the size of a palm appeared on his palm.

Qin Cheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

This key looks neither gold nor jade, I don’t know what material it is made of.

But there were rich stars shining on it.

There is no doubt that this is a star lord.

That special brilliance and aura cannot be faked.

No wonder Yang Gong is reluctant to take it out.

Getting the key containing the aura of the Star Lord in this palace obviously indicates that some kind of treasure can be opened.

"As long as you promise to help, what about half of the things you open with this key?" Yang Gong said.

"No, this key belongs to me, I will save you." Qin Cheng shook his head and said.

"This is the key of Star Lord. You may open a treasure chest or a palace. Do you want to take it all by yourself?" Yang Gong was furious again.

"That's right, if I don't save you, the three-layer formations outside you will compress every half of the incense stick until you are beaten into meat paste." Qin Cheng sneered.

"Don't talk about the keys, your lives are gone."

"Sect Master, this guy is right! This formation is indeed shortened by half an incense stick once." A cultivator of the three Yang Sect exclaimed.

"Are we going to be a meat paste? Woo-woo-I don't want to die?"

"Shut up!"

Yang Gong was furious, why did he take over these cowardly disciples?


Chapter completed!