Although I was unwilling to do anything in my heart, I could only watch helplessly without the ability to fight back.
The screams reached my ears. This person was probably the most unjust immortal cultivator in the Dongxuan stage who had died the most unjust death in millions of years.
The path to immortality was difficult, and she didn't know how much hardship she had to endure to get to this point. As far as Donghai's situation is concerned, it is not an exaggeration to call her the proud daughter of heaven. With her talent and cultivation, it is even possible to go further.
, but what can I do if I encounter such an unfortunate thing? I can't even find a place to cry.
This fully proves that when a person is unlucky, even if he drinks cold water, he may get something stuck between his teeth.
But from another perspective, although encountering such setbacks was due to luck, to put it bluntly, she still lacked strength. If Mrs. Fenfang could resist the poison of immortal drunkenness, the ending would be different.
The skinny old man was also a cruel and ruthless person. Once he started, he would not be sloppy. Although he did not extract Mrs. Fenfang's soul and refine her soul, he breathed out baby fire and refined her Nascent Soul into ashes.
The other party doesn't even have a chance to re-enter reincarnation, let alone seek revenge from him in the future.
Of course, he won't let go of the opponent's storage bag. Speaking of it, good things come in pairs this time. Not only will he get revenge, but he will also make a lot of money.
Since the immortal cultivators in the hall are here to participate in the auction, each of them has brought a lot of belongings, so they cannot come to watch the excitement empty-handed.
As a cultivator in the Dongxuan stage, he may not take a person's wealth seriously, but when the wealth of more than a thousand high-level monks in front of him is added together, it is definitely an astonishing figure.
Seeing that Mrs. Fenfang announced her family status and still died, the expressions of the other immortal cultivators all changed greatly. They were not idiots, and of course they knew that they would definitely not be lucky.
In shock and anger, everyone yelled and cursed.
"Mo, if you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you will not die a good death."
"That's right, if you kill me, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."
"The cycle of heaven will bring you retribution."
"Senior Mo, Mr. Zhang has no enmity or enmity with you, and I hope fellow Taoist monks will show you your noble hand."
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The yelling and cursing was endless, but there were a few words of begging for mercy mixed in. It sounded extremely strange, but it was not surprising at all, after all, everyone's thoughts are different.
Although most of the immortal cultivators are desperate at this moment, there are still a very small number of people who are lucky and hope that the other party will be merciful and not involve their innocent self.
It's a pity that all this is in vain.
Whether he was yelling or begging for mercy, the skinny old man turned a blind eye to them all. What was there to do with the dead? In his eyes, these people were about to perish, so why should he care about what they were saying.
With a flick of his sleeves, a magic weapon flew out. With a flash of light, a flying knife in the shape of a willow leaf emerged. It was formed by mixing the power of this magic weapon with the vitality of heaven and earth.
There is nothing surprising about the immortal cultivators of the Dongxuan stage, but the number is so astonishing, there are actually as many as seven or eight hundred.
Could it be that……
Although the monks' magic power was imprisoned, their eyesight was still there. One or two of them had a look of horror on their faces, and they yelled and cursed one after another.
However, words and words were of no use. The skinny old man's body was filled with murderous aura, and he lightly shouted: "Sick!"
Suddenly, those willow-leaf flying knives flew towards the immobile monks like a storm, and blood spattered out. The poor monks could not even lift 10% of their magic power. The yelling suddenly stopped, and everyone returned to the west.
Not only did the physical body fall, but even the Nascent Soul had no chance to escape and was turned into powder by the willow leaf flying knife.
"hehe."
The skinny old man showed a look of satisfaction on his face. He didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but he just didn't want his identity to be exposed. A petty person is not a gentleman, and a person who is not poisonous is not a husband. Now all the monks who participated in the auction have died. Who knows about this matter?
, actually I did it myself.
Perfect!
He shook his left hand, and a large ray of light flew out again, rolling up in the hall. Suddenly, countless storage bags flew up.
Picking one up casually and sinking his consciousness into it, a hint of joy suddenly flashed in the depths of the old man's eyes. As he expected, it was indeed true. The amount of wealth in this storage bag was extraordinary.
He just took a casual look, and now he didn't have time to examine it slowly. But at this moment, there was still a problem, which was how to take out so many storage bags.
Because of the laws of space, storage bags cannot be placed inside storage bags.
As the saying goes, a secret makes a secret. Before taking action, Mr. Mo carefully considered all possibilities, but he missed this issue.
His eyebrows were knitted together.
But at this moment, there was not much time to waste. After a slight hesitation, he could only take off his coat, make it into a large package, and put it in the storage bag.
This method seemed extremely stupid, but other than that, he had no other choice but to do this.
Mutually exclusive space laws are really annoying.
One piece of clothing couldn't hold that much, so he combined several pieces of clothing to form a large package. He packed thousands of storage bags, not one of them missing.
"call."
Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief and went out with this big package on his back. It attracted a lot of attention, but it didn't matter. The highest level of immortal cultivators left in Fang City was only at the Nascent Soul level. With their strength, they could see shocking things at most.
With just a glance, it is impossible to figure out his identity. In other words, there is no need to worry about being exposed.
In fact, if this city was not too big and there were so many monks in it, and he was not sure that every one of them would be wiped out, he might actually take action and wash this city with blood without stopping.
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Now he could only settle for the next best thing, but he was sure that his identity would never be exposed.
After tying the package, he carried it on his back. Then he flicked his sleeves and a large piece of purple-red flame flew out. The intention was extremely simple and clear, which was to erase all the remains at the auction. In this way
, even if a cultivator does some small tricks before dying, it will no longer be of any use.
The old monster was very confident about his magic fire. After using it, without even looking at the result, it turned into a startling rainbow and flew away like the stone steps behind him.
In a place of right and wrong, it is not advisable to stay for a long time. Logically speaking, his plan was very correct. However, when he had just taken two steps on the stone steps, something happened.
In a place that was originally empty, ripples suddenly flashed, and then a cyan claw shadow emerged like the claws of a demon bird. It was as powerful as a startling rainbow, and it grabbed his chest like lightning.
Transformed into a warehouse, if it is hit, even an old monster from the Dongxuan stage will inevitably be disemboweled.
After all, the momentum of the claw shadow is not trivial, and the mere body-protecting aura must not be able to withstand it.
However, this skinny old man was really a quick-response person. Faced with such an unexpected sneak attack, he was surprised, but he didn't show the slightest fear.
In a hurry, he raised his right hand and pushed it forward with a flat palm.
The move was extremely simple, but he gathered all his magic power. In a flash of spiritual light, a thin shield appeared.
However, this is not a real treasure, but something transformed by his magic power.
The next moment, the sharp claws came into contact with it, and a sharp roar, as if a steel wire was being pulled, entered the ears, making people's teeth ache, which clearly shows the power of the collision of this move.
Perhaps because of the storage, the skinny old man was obviously at a disadvantage. However, he did not panic at all and instead took the opportunity to retreat.
This response was like a mountain and flowing water, without any lag. It is obvious that he has a lot of experience in fighting.
However, at this moment, another sharp light lit up, just in front of his retreat. From a distance, it looked as if this person had accidentally bumped into him.
The skinny old man used every move against the enemy with strict rules and methods, which seemed very methodical. However, the person who made the sneak attack was obviously more clever. He had even expected that the enemy might not be killed with the first blow, so what should be done next.
The skinny old man was shocked. After all, manpower is sometimes scarce. If he can deal with a sneak attack in a hurry, he has already used all his skills. Trying to dodge this second blow is obviously beyond his ability.
of.
"ah!"
The screams reached my ears, and I saw rags flying in the air, looking like dancing butterflies.
That was when the baggage on his back was broken, and then, the crescent-shaped light blade slashed onto his body-protecting spiritual light.
After all, he is a cultivator in the Dongxuan stage. Even without the help of any treasures, this final defense is still no small matter. However, at this moment, it is like paper. The light blade cuts up without any lag.
The speed was so fast that he didn't even feel any pain as he was split in half from his chest.
With a flash of inspiration, a Yuanying appeared in mid-air, with a look of disbelief on his face. It's no wonder that in just a blink of an eye, he completed the transformation of his character from heaven to hell.
At this moment, I still can't believe that my body has died.
And just in this moment of daze, he missed the best chance of escape. Only a dazzling blue light appeared, and Lin Xuan's figure appeared strangely beside him.
There was no expression on his face, he just opened his mouth.
A ball of four-color flames spurted out from inside.
It was a line of fire, only as thick as a thumb, but extremely swift. A "bang" sound reached my ears, and it had already sucked the old man's Nascent Soul into it.
"No……"
Yiyi's screams reached her ears, but soon they disappeared into nothingness and were suddenly stopped in the middle.
Lin Xuan then flicked his fingers and released a few fire bombs, turning the old man's body into ashes of smoke.
After doing all this, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the target of the sneak attack just now was an old monster from the Dongxuan stage. It was not easy to eliminate it in three to five times.