"Sect Leader Zhu and Yushou Sect are very wealthy, are they willing to give up the fight for the secret realm on behalf of the ten major sects?"
"You all come from a major sect, are you willing to promise to share the secret realm with the casual cultivators like us who are fighting bloody battles?"
"If you eat meat, we should drink some soup. Maybe you can allow me to explore the secret realm and seek opportunities before the evil chaos breaks out?"
Questions coming from different directions made all the leaders of the Golden Core stage look ugly. If they were not at the critical moment when the chaos broke out, how could they allow these guys who had no value in their eyes to bark?
The original confrontation between the ten sects gradually turned into a confrontation with a larger group of small families and casual cultivators. The core of everything was the two secret realms.
There is no doubt about the preciousness of the secret realm. The newly created secret realm has been cultivated for thousands of years. Crisis and opportunity coexist. No one can judge how many treasures there are in it.
This also destined that the ten sects would not easily agree to treat it as a forbidden secret realm and allow casual cultivators to share and enter it. The atmosphere between the two sides became increasingly solemn.
"They are just two small secret realms. I promise that the two monks with the most merit in the War of Demonic Chaos will receive them as rewards, but today I will take them away first." A huge palm fell from the sky.
And halfway through, he split it in two and grabbed the two secret realms respectively. A milky white halo shot out from each of the two palms, gently circling around the secret realm.
The originally indestructible and vast secret realm continued to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally it was only the size of a fist and fell into the palm of the hand and disappeared without a trace.
"Great Venerable Sir, the secret realm has always been a special treasure of the sect? Does this change the trust?" It was the leader of the Yinfeng Sect who asked.
The Yinfeng Sect ranks last among the ten sects, with only one small secret realm under control, so it attaches unprecedented importance to the two secret realms.
Who would have thought that because of the objections of some casual cultivators and small families, the duck with a beak spread its wings and flew away, which made the leader of the Yinfeng Sect lose all control.
"If you have any doubts, you can ask Old Ghost Yinfeng to come here. You are also qualified to question my decision, huh." After a cold snort, the great venerable disappeared completely.
The majestic leader of the Yin Feng Sect was a unique presence in the world of cultivation. Blood was constantly flowing out of his nostrils, mouth, and ears, and this made him wake up as if from a dream.
The Yinfeng old ghost mentioned by the Great Venerable is currently the only Yuan Ying early stage monk of the Yinfeng Sect. He also does not have much life left and has been practicing in seclusion in the secret place of the Yinfeng Sect for a long time.
At the critical moment before the outbreak of the demonic chaos, there is no doubt that a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage is willing to guard this situation and have some discretionary power when the situation arises.
Even if they are both in the Nascent Soul stage, they cannot refute questions at will and affect their prestige. This is why the leader of the Yinfeng Sect was punished.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the ownership of the two secret realms can be decided with one word. He is worthy of being a great monk in the late Yuan Ying period."
"The heads of the top ten sects in the world of cultivation can be punished at will. When will You be able to gain such power?"
"With the great sage sitting here, it will be even more difficult for demons and demons to break through the defense line."
Regardless of the true thoughts in their hearts, most of the monks present now only have praise and envy. This is the real person among the gods and the spiritual life that all the monks yearn for.
Zhao Shoushou was completely unaware of what had happened thousands of miles away and what the supernatural powers of the late Nascent Soul monks were. What he was most concerned about now was how to get the Baiye Ganoderma lucidum in his hands.
When the first monk who arrived here named Qian Shun in the late stage of Qi refining was excited and ready to pick Ganoderma lucidum, three willow leaf flying knives suddenly attacked his vital parts from different directions.
Facts have once again proved that there are still some sober people who have not been tempted by the high bounty lists of various sects, and their goals are also Cormorant County's repaying spiritual creatures.
"Three hundred years of Ganoderma lucidum, how about you and I share it equally if you see it?"
"A complete Ganoderma lucidum can satisfy the needs of two monks. It's okay to share it equally. How about asking fellow Taoists to stop?"
The words of the two monks were extremely polite, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years. However, the magic weapon in their hands, the talisman and seal, showed no sign of stopping at all, and all their moves were aimed at the vital parts.
As long as one of the monks is careless, he will be seriously injured, or he will die on the spot. In fact, this is also the norm in the world of cultivation. Countless monks bleed to death in different places every day.
"Does Zhao have a share of this treasure?" After a cup of tea, it was confirmed that no new monks would appear. Zhao Shoushou pointed his first-order high-grade water chanting sword with both hands and stabbed straight at Qian accompanied by several anacondas.
Shun.
"It's better to fight quickly and decide quickly. Who knows if there is anyone around who wants to catch the cicada while the oriole is behind?" Another monk also had a tacit understanding, and the three-handled lancet instantly united with Zhao Shoushou.
With almost the same cultivation level and no essential difference, Qian Shun, the first monk to arrive here after a stick of incense, had no choice but to retreat in defeat.
Zhao Shou Shou and the monks from the Royal Envoy Lancet did not pursue them without authorization. After all, everyone's goal was just for the treasure in front of them, so why did they need to kill them all?
What's more, the energy a monk can unleash after being forced into a desperate situation is astonishing. He is not willing to risk his life easily unless necessary.
"How about the average distribution of Ganoderma lucidum? If we continue to delay, it is still unclear whether we can harvest other treasures." Zhao Shoushou was the first to test.
"It's just what I want. Half is enough for one person, so you're welcome." With a slight turn of the lancet, it was divided into two parts from the middle, and half of it was returned smoothly.
Zhao Shoushou was filled with joy and took the first treasure from the world of cultivation into his bag. The most important thing is that this treasure is what he needs now.
In the following days, he traveled to almost every corner of Cormorant County, but unfortunately he gained nothing except a first-grade high-quality green bamboo.
Based on Zhao Shoushou's investigation, a total of 18 locations of different sizes were found in Cormorant County this time, and most of the treasures were mainly spiritual materials and elixirs.
The most precious thing is a first-level middle-grade spiritual vein. Unfortunately, Zhao Shoushou is too weak to fight for it. He can only watch the spiritual vein being occupied by a cultivating family with five late-stage Qi-training monks.
With the official end of the repayment, the competition for various treasures has temporarily come to an end, which also means that the outbreak of demonic chaos is close at hand, and a new catastrophe and chapter is about to begin.
In order to enhance his combat effectiveness and maximize his survival rate in the midst of demonic chaos, Zhao Shoushou purchased a first-class high-grade defensive weapon called "She Mu Shield" from Xiaokanshanfang City ten days ago.
Perhaps it is also because the demonic chaos is about to break out. The prices of various magic weapons, elixirs, talismans and other treasures have increased significantly than before. This Shemu shield, which is not an outstanding one, costs a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which almost cost him
I emptied my storage bag cleanly, leaving not a penny left. On a normal day, this she wooden shield would not cost more than 700 low-grade spiritual stones at most.