One thousand seven hundred and seventy-two chapters: magic
Dozens of monks just looked at it, with faces full of shock and horror. No one spoke, and no one dared to plead for Yuyangzi and others. They were afraid that Qingyang would be offended in any way, and they would suffer the consequences of Chiyu's anger.
Qingyang used this magical power of time on them.
Ten breaths of time passed quickly. Yuyangzi's life force was finally exhausted, and her body fell to the ground. There was no trace of life anymore. Qingyang didn't know whether it was because he was tired or because he was kind-hearted, so he narrowed his eyes slightly.
, the aura on his body gradually dissipated, and he stopped using the magical power of time.
In less than two hundred breaths, a monk whose cultivation level was three levels higher than Qingyang's was easily killed by Qingyang using his magical power of time. It seemed effortless, and that's all.
With one against three, taking into account both the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman, if it were one against one, the speed would probably be faster. Qingyang's method was really terrifying.
The black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman finally regained their ability to move, but they had no time to count how much life they had lost, no time to check what changes had occurred on themselves, and no time to see what was happening next to Yuyangzi, who fell to his knees with a plop.
On the ground, he begged Qingyang: "Fellow Taoist Qingyang, spare your life. We don't dare to do it anymore. Please let us live."
In the past one hundred breaths, the two of them had suffered a lot. The fear of death and the desire for life made them dare not have any resistance to Qingyang. Qingyang had become their life.
Nightmare, not to mention seeking revenge on Qingyang, didn't even have the courage to raise his head to look at Qingyang. He would probably shudder when he heard Qingyang's name in the future.
In fact, they don't know that although Qingyang's time magic technique is powerful, it also consumes a lot of money. The higher the opponent's cultivation level, the greater the consumption, and it will increase geometrically. One against three, and the cultivation level is higher than theirs.
Opponents who are a few levels above him are also a challenge for him.
If Qingyang continues, the lifespan of the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman can be exhausted, but Qingyang will also become weak later. In the Secret Realm of All Spirits, anything can happen, and of course Qingyang will not
Putting yourself in danger, since Yu Yangzi, the mastermind, is dead, the remaining black-bearded old man and middle-aged beautiful woman are not of concern. After the Wanling Meeting, everyone went their separate ways and will never meet again in this life, so
There was no need to kill them all, so Qingyang stopped.
Of course, Qingyang would not let them go so easily, so he said coldly: "It is not a bad idea to let you live, but before you and Yuyangzi teamed up to deal with me, if I didn't have enough ability to protect myself, at this time
I’m afraid I’m the one who will die, how should I settle this account?”
Hearing Qingyang relent, how could the two of them care about anything else? They quickly said: "It's easy to calculate, easy to calculate, we did something wrong in this matter, we can use half of our net worth as compensation."
Since the other party was so polite, Qingyang stopped scaring them and said: "In that case, I will spare your lives. If I encounter you again in the future, I won't be so lucky."
"Don't dare, absolutely don't dare. From now on we will not dare to be disrespectful to fellow Taoist Qingyang." The black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman said repeatedly. After saying this, they each took out a storage bag and presented it to Qingyang.
, In fact, Qingyang didn't know what their net worth was, but because of what happened before, the two of them didn't dare to hide anything, and they both honestly took out half of their net worth.
Then Qingyang put away the formation outside, picked up the storage bag on Yuyangzi's body, and even took out Yuyangzi's magic weapon. Yuyangzi was born in Xianyou Pavilion, and there is no shortage of good materials for refining magic weapons.
, the power of a single magic weapon even exceeds Qingyang's giant sword. If you take it back and sell it as an ancient treasure, you can exchange it for a lot of spiritual stones. With the two storage bags given by the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman, Qingyang is just
A rough calculation shows that the harvest this time amounts to 17 to 8 million spiritual stones.
As the direct descendant of a certain elder of Xianyou Pavilion, Yuyangzi was originally very rich. This can be seen from the fact that he was able to exchange nine pieces of gold spirit and ten thousand killing iron with Qingyang at once. It was just for hunting.
He paid too much to kill the Ghost Wind Beast and gain the opportunity to enter the Guanxian Cave. After that, he spent a lot of spiritual stones to find help, so in the end his total net worth was less than ten million spiritual stones.
More than 10 million spiritual stones, these alone far exceed the net worth of most of the monks present, but the others watched Qingyang put the things in his pocket, but no one dared to raise objections, not for other reasons.
It's true that Qingyang's time magic is so powerful that they were all frightened.
In fact, Qingyang also did this on purpose. He was a little-known monk on the fifth level of Nascent Soul, but he climbed to the Immortal Viewing Cave at Jietian Peak and realized the magical power. Although everyone didn't say it, they were definitely not convinced in their hearts.
With some excuses, maybe everyone would attack him in groups. Now that they have seen the power of the magical power of time, no one will dare to be disrespectful to him in the future.
After Qingyang packed up his things, Bianjizi looked at him and sighed: "More than a hundred breaths made a Nascent Soul monk run out of life and die. Fellow Taoist Qingyang, your magical power is really amazing."
, I have been living for so many years, but I have never seen such a magical method."
Qing Mingzi said: "The eighth-level monks of Nascent Soul can only last for more than a hundred breaths. Wouldn't other low-level monks die of old age in an instant? Directly controlling people's life and death can be called a divine skill."
Yuan Shengzi said: "Indeed, the magical skills of fellow Taoist Qingyang just now really opened our eyes. My biggest gain from this Wanling Conference is getting to know young talents like fellow Taoist Qingyang. I looked down on them before.
The monks outside the spiritual world have now understood the truth that there are people outside the world and there is a world outside the world. Everyone, since things are going on here, how about we find a place to have a good drink? "
"That's what I meant, let's go together, go together." The other monks said one after another.
Everyone became more and more lively as they talked, and they simply didn’t go down the mountain. They found a piece of flat land outside Guanxian Cave, laid out all kinds of spiritual wines, spiritual fruits and delicacies, and held a celebration exchange meeting. Among the dozens of monks present, not a single one
People were aggrieved for Yuyangzi's death, and no one even took a second look at his body, not even the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman.
The dozens of monks on Jietian Peak are almost the top group of people in this All Souls Meeting. They are all the leaders of the younger generation in various worlds. There is no shortage of good things, so in this celebration party, everyone
It can be said that he has tasted all kinds of delicacies from all walks of life. Not to mention anything else, the few jars of aged wine that Qingyang contributed that have been buried in the Drunken Immortal Gourd have won the praise of those who are good at wine.