The first thousand six hundred and fortieth chapters
"Humph, if the talisman spell in my arms can meet your requirements, there will be no mistakes. Can't I guarantee my reputation as the middle-term elder of the Ghost Talisman Sect? I want you to take out those tortoise shell scales.
Just take it out. As long as you meet my request, the spell scroll will be handed over to you immediately. Why are you so long-winded?"
The old man surnamed Bai snorted coldly, and a slightly angry voice came out from the mist.
"Don't be surprised, Fellow Daoist Li. Brother Zhan, Senior Brother Bai, is the direct descendant of a Supreme Elder of our Guifu Sect. He always talks like this, and we are used to it. Please bear with me, Fellow Daoist."
The old man surnamed Li suddenly heard this and was about to retort when the old man surnamed Zhan standing next to him suddenly moved his lips slightly and said through the voice.
Hearing what the other party said, the old man surnamed Li couldn't help but swallow the words he was about to say.
The old man surnamed Li has seen a lot about this kind of sect monk who has always been high-handed but low-minded and has a strong backing. In order to complete this transaction with the other party, he will not care too much about this matter.
"Since Fellow Taoist Bai has said this, Li will no longer insist. However, if the spell that Fellow Taoist brings out cannot penetrate Li's eyes, then the deal between you and me will naturally be abandoned."
As he spoke, a jade box appeared in his hand. He raised his hand without any care and the jade box arrived in front of the monk surnamed Bai who was three feet away.
The mist immediately rolled, and a skinny and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the mist. With a few strokes, he grabbed the jade box in his hand. In a flash, the skinny palm retracted into the mist.
"Hahaha, it's really good. This is indeed the back armor of an eighth-level demon turtle, and it is also a demon turtle that is about to break through the ninth level. Although this demon turtle's back armor is slightly small, it is enough for me to practice.
The armor has been made. This is my roll of talisman and spell, please keep it."
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the mist, and the monk surnamed Bai seemed extremely happy. As he spoke, a black object flew out of the mist and flew straight towards the old man surnamed Li.
"Pa!" Suddenly he saw an object flying out of the mist. The old man surnamed Li did not have any doubts. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the black object. But just as he stretched out his hand to reach out,
, a crisp sound suddenly sounded.
With this crisp sound, a piece of black silk mesh only about a foot in size touched the arm of the old man surnamed Li. In a flash, the area suddenly increased sharply, and then suddenly spread towards his body.
Come.
"Ah, how disgusting."
As soon as he touched the black silk mesh, the old man surnamed Li was suddenly shocked. He still didn't understand what kind of scroll the other party threw. It was clearly a silk mesh magic weapon.
But just when the old man surnamed Li screamed in surprise, he only felt that from the place where the silk screen and his arm came into contact, a huge amount of restricted energy suddenly poured into the blood in his hand, and flowed along the center of his arm.
His blood quickly spread throughout his body.
It was so fast that it invaded his Dantian almost instantly.
What frightened the old man surnamed Li was that the extremely huge confinement energy made him feel irresistible. Even if he quickly mobilized the magic power in his body to block the rapidly spreading confinement power, he could not stop it.
Can have no effect at all.
As the power of confinement spread, wherever it passed, the old man surnamed Li suddenly felt a sense of numbness.
Even if he wanted to make a move, it would be extremely difficult for him to do so.
"Ah, you... Fellow Daoist Bai, what do you mean?"
As the black silk screen spread rapidly, almost in a blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Li was completely enclosed in the silk screen. At this time, apart from being able to speak words, the old man surnamed Li could no longer move his whole body.
Not even a cent.
When the old man surnamed Li arrived, he still didn't understand that the other party clearly wanted to rob him of his treasure. So he shouted with an extremely angry look on his face. Although his whole body was wrapped and imprisoned by a layer of silk mesh with a thick black light, Li
Apart from anger, there was not much fear on the face of the old man.
"Ah, Senior Brother Bai, what are you doing?"
Suddenly seeing what was happening in front of him, the old man named Zhan couldn't help but change his expression, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Hmph, what do I want to do? Don't you understand? A mere early-stage casual cultivator of a ghost king actually returned to the human world within a few years. He must have gained a lot. I want to see what's on his body
What other treasures are there?"
Seeing that the old man surnamed Li had been captured alive without any surprise, the monk surnamed Bai turned around, looked at his fellow monk who was already filled with anger, and said nonchalantly.
Although he couldn't clearly see the face wrapped in the mist, the old man surnamed Zhan could also know that at this time, his fellow disciples were already ready to capture him. As long as he moved a little, there would be a powerful attack on his body.
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"Senior brother, fellow Taoist Li is a fellow Taoist from Jian'an Prefecture whom I met more than a hundred years ago. Please be kind to me, senior brother."
Seeing the dark mist transformed by the middle-level ghost king monk who was only two feet away in front of him, the old man named Zhan was also frightened. With the expression on his face changing, he bowed and begged for mercy.
In fact, he didn't have much of a close relationship with the fellow disciple in front of him. He had only met him a few times in the sect. A few years ago, when the old man named Zhan was assigned by the sect to garrison in Fang City, this senior brother once said, let him
It focuses on a hard material that has the properties of earth.
And he is willing to exchange it for a high-level talisman spell in his hand.
This time when I saw the eighth-level demon turtle scale armor that the old man surnamed Li took out, I immediately thought of this senior brother Bai.
But what the old man surnamed Zhan couldn't imagine was that Senior Brother Bai actually came up and wanted to rob the other party.
"Hmph, you obediently stand aside for me. If you want to say anything more, don't blame me for not thinking about our friendship." As soon as he said these words, the monk surnamed Bai, wrapped in mist, floated towards the old man surnamed Li.
"Whoosh!" A figure flashed, and when the monk surnamed Bai moved, the old man Zhan flew up without hesitation and shot towards the distance.
Its speed is so fast that it is a full half faster than most of the early Ghost Lord monks.
With the knowledge of the early cultivator of Ghost Lord, how could he not understand that although he and the person in front of him were from the same sect, since this happened, Senior Brother Bai would definitely not let him go easily. Even if he did not kill himself, he would be killed by then.
He will definitely use some secret technique to force himself to submit.
If you really want to put some kind of soul restriction on yourself, then from now on, you can only listen to the other party's mercy.
You must know that robbing others near one's own city is something that is looked down upon by monks in the world of immortality.
"Huh, if you don't know what's good and what's good, then you can't blame me."
Upon seeing this scene, the figure of the monk surnamed Bai suddenly appeared in the mist. After a blur on the spot, he disappeared without a trace.
"Bang!" As the figure of the monk surnamed Bai disappeared, a muffled sound suddenly sounded a hundred feet away.
"Ah!~~" A miserable cry echoed through the scene almost at the same time.