Seeing everyone's appearance, the demon cultivator laughed, "A bunch of cowards!" He walked forward with a big stance. The elder of the foundation-building stage of Yin Tianzong next to him was pale and he didn't dare to feel any displeasure.

When Xiao Lin heard this, he looked calm. His cultivation was introverted at this moment and no longer needed the "hidden breath technique" to hide his cultivation. The Tiancan Immortal Body naturally hid his essence in the king's internal organs. Outsiders could not see through what kind of cultivation he was. The demon cultivator swept towards Xiao Lin at this moment, and he felt that he was just a third or fourth level of Qi Condensation, and he didn't care at all.

If he knew Xiao Lin's strength at this moment, he would not dare to be so arrogant at this moment, and he would not be able to escape even if he could.

But just as the demon cultivator stepped into the teleportation array with one foot, the demon cultivator suddenly remembered something, and smiled and turned around, "If it were normal, I would naturally disdain to attack you, but I just remembered that all the monks who came here to teleportation array would need to pay thirty low-grade spirit stones. When I come in, I am in short supply. If you are destined to do so today, you can take it out and 'Respect' me, haha!"

When he heard this, it was like a calm lake water was blown up suddenly. For these low-level cultivators, they didn't know how long it would take to accumulate, and even harmed their fellow disciples and used extremely vicious behaviors to earn it. At this moment, the demon cultivator had to collect all of them with one sentence, which was like eating their meat and drinking their blood.

When Xiao Lin heard this, he not only frowned, but also thought to himself that the demon cultivator was too domineering. If there were any high-level cultivators with hidden cultivation and core disciples of some sect, they would have snatched their spirit stones, wouldn't they dig their own graves?

"Hmph, this big-headed demon cultivator is too lawless. He doesn't even know that he is facing a disaster. He dares to be so arrogant." Fuxi sleeps and rests in the five-colored divine stone most of the time, but when he hears this big-headed words, he can't help but speak out.

What he said about is naturally Xiao Lin.

But Xiao Lin was not good at taking action easily. After all, he hid his breath just to avoid attracting attention. You should know that the Five Mountains Sect will never give up on his pursuit, because the things in his hands are really important to the Five Mountains Ancestor.

"This Demonic Senior, we are all low-level monks. It is not easy to collect spirit stones, so you can give it your best..."

The speaker is a young man, wearing silk, looking a little elegant, dressed like a secular rich young man.

"Fuck! When will I 'broken' when I'm going to take action? Stop talking. Hand it over to me and don't force your grandfather to do it!" The big-headed demon cultivator shouted, his words were vulgar, ruthless and cold.

When many monks heard this, their faces were as ugly as bitter gourd. Not only did they take out the spirit stones from the storage bag, but suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up. One of the monks had no time to react. His storage bag was blown away by the cold wind and fell into the hands of the big-headed demon cultivator.

The big-headed demon cultivator looked at the storage bag and said, "Boy, you are not bad. There are actually fifty dollars in it. It's considered 'filial piety' to your grandfather." Then he put it away directly, as if he was doing something for granted.

"You!" the monk looked angry, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that the demon cultivator turned his mind, some monks could no longer bear to see. These thirty spirit stones were just a cover. As long as they saw something good in the monk's hands, the big-headed demon would definitely snatch them without hesitation.

Suddenly, a man with a strong body, like a butcher incident, stood up, "Old guy, don't bully people too much. So what if you are a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage? There are so many people here, and if you work hard, are you still afraid of you?"

"The reckless man in the mountains!"

The big-headed demon cultivator sneered, and a soft flick of his fingers, and a black air was like an arrow that left the string and pointed straight as the eyebrows of the monk.

"ah!"

A shrill scream rang around him, and some of the female monks beside him screamed one after another. A person with a physique comparable to a buffalo was instantly sucked dry by the black gas, and his body rotted, dried up, and turned into ashes.

A stream of fear and anxiety spread in the air countless times bigger than before.

"Who else is dissatisfied with? I can send him on the way!"

Under the example of the man just now, many people dare not think about it anymore and can only admit that they are unlucky.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin not only looked cold, but also secretly prepared the Grass-toothed Sword, ready to give the big-headed demon cultivator a fatal blow.

"Why are you so slow? Why don't you hand over the spirit stone to me quickly!" As if you were a little impatient with the speed of these monks' turtle hair, the big-headed demon cultivator said impatiently.

After saying that, he stared at a monk in front of him.

"Senior, please calm down. There are 35 low-grade spirits here. I hope you can accept it with a smile!"

Seeing the big-headed demon cultivator staring at him, the man was so scared that he was pale and handed out all his spirit stones.

"No, you are quite tactful, okay, you can get out."

The man responded timidly and left with a humiliation on his face. He has been burning all his efforts to practice Taoism until now.

Of course, some monks were clever and secretly hid some spirit stones, but these small moves were not enough to pass the big-headed demon cultivator who had reached the foundation-building stage. Suddenly, a few black fog arrows rushed out from his fingertips, and without even screaming, his body turned into black gray...

"Okay, don't be fooled anymore. Please hand over the things with peace of mind. I can leave a way out for you." The big-headed demon cultivator seemed a little satisfied when he saw everyone's expressions. He enjoyed the feeling of playing with others and being above him.

Maybe he is just an ant in the eyes of those high-level monks, but are these people also just an ant in their eyes?

"What are you guys still rushing? Do you think you can still make a big fuss in my hands?" The big-headed demon cultivator looked at the people in front of him coldly.

These three people are all at the tenth level of Qi Condensation. Although they cannot keep up with the cultivator who had perfect Qi Condensation before, the three of them work together to fight against the early stage of Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The three of them are casual cultivators, often gathering together to collect some herbs, hunt monsters for spiritual energy and elixirs. This time, they planned to hunt a high-level monster through the teleportation array. For this reason, each of them brought at least a hundred spirit stones in their arms, which could be said to have brought all their wealth. But this time, they really encountered dark clouds when they went out. When they encountered the robbery of this demon cultivator, they were so bad that they could not help.

After gritting his teeth, he was really unwilling to accept that his spirit stone was robbed. One of the tall monks sacrificed a flying sword and rushed out with a "sharp".

"Looking for death!" The big-headed demon cultivator launched an attack almost the moment the tall monk sacrificed his flying sword. The iron ball magic weapon connected by three iron chains suddenly appeared from the black clouds. The surface of the iron ball was pierced with thorns like a cactus. In the hands of the big-headed demon cult, the half iron rod, and the half iron rod and the iron chain were connected together, forming such a seemingly strange weapon.

"Bang!"

The flying sword suddenly hit the iron ball and was bounced back, but the flying sword was not deformed when it fought hard. When Xiao Lin Dingqing was in the distance, he saw that it was a medium-grade magic weapon flying sword with good quality.

But by comparison, Xiao Lin felt that there was some difference.

Compared with his own grass-toothed sword, this tall flying sword looks like a fake mid-grade flying sword.

"What's going on?"

ps: I posted this chapter very late today. Because I sent some radios, I was banned from logging in by Qidian's system. I found a small editorial array to help me unlogin. However, comments and fans are prohibited and will only be restored in a month. During this period, I will do my best to reply to everyone's comments. If some cannot add the essence, I will remember it in the future and make up for it. Thank you everyone!

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Tomorrow, the world will post a third update and make up for today's one. I hope everyone understands that because I have been troubled by logging in for almost a day, I feel very angry. Let everyone calm down my emotions.

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