The first thousand nine hundred and thirty-one chapters
Chapter 1931 Qingling Zhenren
However, the clams in the river fought and the fishermen benefited. Although Lin Xuan was fine and not affected at all, on the surface, he still pretended to be uncomfortable. The reaction was the same as that of other immortal cultivators. He fell to the ground with a thud.
On the ground.
False and arrogant!
After so many ups and downs, Lin Xuan's acting skills are absolutely top-notch.
Even if they were face to face, Mr. Mo would never see any flaws, let alone that he would not assume in that direction at all. Ever since he entered the auction, Lin Xuan has been inconspicuous and unrevealed. Who would have thought that he was
Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, even the ancient poison of immortals has no effect on it.
As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole, and there are sudden changes in the auction. However, it is still unknown who can laugh best.
"ah!"
A shrill scream reached his ears, but it turned out that Old Demon Gongsun had his head removed. So what about the old monster from the Dongxuan Stage? Now he couldn't exert any magic power in his body. He was not a useless person and could only be slaughtered by others.
With a flash of light, the one-inch-tall Nascent Soul appeared in front of him. His aura was so dim that he had no power to teleport.
This is where the power of immortal drunkenness lies. Not only the physical body, but also the Nascent Soul are also poisoned.
To be honest, if you give the old monsters in the Dongxuan stage ten or eight days, they can use their profound magic power to expel this poison from their bodies even without the help of external objects. However, at this moment, with the enemy facing them, how can they have this time?
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After his physical body fell, Gongsun Laomo's face was full of panic. Faced with the crisis of death, he couldn't care about his face. He cried bitterly and knelt down like a skinny old man.
"Brother Mo, please be merciful. I was just fooled by lard, so I did what I did to harm my old friend. Now I regret it and ask my old friend to let me go for the sake of our previous friendship."
"Let you go?" The skinny old man smiled, with a sarcastic look on his lips: "Old Demon Gongsun, don't you think it's a bit ridiculous that you just come to me to beg for mercy now?"
"It's all my fault. If Brother Mo is willing to let me go, I'm willing to be a cow or a horse and serve you for the rest of my life." Gongsun Laomo's eyes were full of fear. When things have come to this point, he just wants to be alive. Nothing else.
Everything, nothing is important.
"Do you want to be a slave?"
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the skinny old man.
"Yes, as long as Brother Mo spares my life, I will be loyal. With my help, it is very possible for my fellow Taoist to improve further." Gongsun Laomo's flattering voice reached his ears.
When he said this, there was a bit of hope on his face, and he was quite sure that Mr. Mo would agree. After all, what is the concept of a slave in the Dongxuan period? They are the Three Demon Emperors and the Six Sea Kings.
, I don’t dare to have such extravagant expectations, and the other party has no reason to refuse the good things that come to me.
Unfortunately, the idea was good, but he was disappointed.
A sneer appeared on Mr. Mo's face. He raised his right hand and caught him in his palm. The screams reached his ears, directly draining his soul and refining his soul.
"I won't be fooled a second time by your glib talk. How dare I seek skin from a tiger and play tricks with a despicable villain like you? If you accidentally turn me into the guest, I won't have any place to cry, or will you be the one to cry?"
Eliminate it, save worry and effort.”
Old Mo's faint voice reached his ears. Compared with monks of the same level, he was not good at playing tricks, but he also had his own ideas on how to deal with problems.
He had made plans before he came, so that he would not be deceived by other people's words. A smart person should stick to his own choice. He regretted being fooled last time. If he was fooled a second time, he would be extremely stupid.
As the saying goes, if you do something wrong, you will not survive. Of course, he cannot be such an idiot.
After wiping out Old Demon Gongsun, he naturally took away the opponent's storage bag without hesitation.
The enmity with the other party finally came to an end. Things went so smoothly that the skinny old man's face was filled with joy.
Then he turned around and began to look at the room full of immortal cultivators.
In other words, the hall is more suitable, as there are more than a thousand people in total.
Among the immortal cultivators participating in the auction this time, those with the lowest level are still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and one-third are those in the clutch stage or above, not to mention Mrs. Fenfang, who is still in the Dongxuan stage.
It can be said that if you take it out, it will definitely be a very powerful force.
Many people are the overlords of one party, stomping their feet and making everyone around them tremble.
However, at this moment, everyone had a look of fear on their faces.
Without him, if you are poisoned by the ancient poison of immortal drunkenness, they have supernatural powers, but they cannot use them. No matter what level of immortal cultivator you are, at this moment, you have all turned into a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and can only be slaughtered by others.
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The sounds of begging for mercy were coming one after another, and no one wanted to die, let alone in this way. The city gate was on fire, affecting the fish in the pond. What does the grudge between the two old monsters have to do with them? They just participated in an auction, but
He was inexplicably caused a huge disaster, and even if he went to the underworld, he didn't know who to cry to.
However, the skinny old man was obviously unwilling to let them go. After all, everything had been done. If he let these immortal cultivators go, would An know that after their mana was restored, they would hold grudges and cause trouble for themselves?
Either don't do it. Now that you've already started, don't give up halfway.
Seeing that the other party's face was full of murderous intent, he came to a place three feet in front of him.
There was no trace of the calmness on Mrs. Fenfang's face, and she screamed in horror: "You... you can't kill me. I am the daughter of Qingling Zhenren, the law enforcement elder of the Holy City. If you kill me, my father will
I will never give up with you."
"The law enforcement elder of the Holy City?"
After hearing this, the old man was obviously stunned. Others may not know about the situation in the Holy City. None of them, the immortal cultivators of the Dongxuan Stage, have lived for tens of thousands of years. How could they not have heard of it.
The six law enforcement elders are the most powerful people below one person and above ten thousand people. Even the city lord is quite polite to them. Each of them is an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of Dongxuan, and their identities are somewhat similar to the six kings of the Sea Tribe.
place.
Seeing the hesitation of the skinny old man, Mrs. Fenfang was overjoyed and hurriedly spoke while the iron was hot: "I have no grievances with you in the past and have no enmity in recent times. Why do you have to get into trouble? As long as you let me go, I will
I swear here that I will never forget the past..."
Before she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed from joy to fear. Without him, the skinny old man flicked his sleeves, and a purple-red fairy sword flew out. It was as sharp as lightning and slashed her head.
The screams reached the ears, and the situation was the same as that of Gongsun Laomo. Mrs. Fenfang had amazing strength, but she couldn't gather all the magic power in her body. What else could she do, of course, she could only be slaughtered by others.