Song Shuhang squatted down and picked up a fragment of armor.

He had seen the blood make up the blood armor with his own eyes, but the armor fragments had nothing to do with blood except for the color - this was alchemy!

Shuhang felt that this thing was very interesting, so he asked out loud: "Senior Spirit Butterfly, are these fragments still useful?"

"It's useless, after it's broken, the strange energy contained in it completely dissipates, and it has no research value. Venerable Spirit Butterfly replied casually.

"Oh, then how many pieces shall I pick up?" Song Shuhang flicked the piece of armor in his hand, making a crisp sound.

Spirit Butterfly Venerable smiled: "Little friend is free. ”

"Thank you, senior. So, Song Shuhang picked out four large pieces of armor and tried to pack them into a 'one-inch shrinking bag'. Because the armor had been shattered and the mysterious power inside had dissipated, Song Shuhang successfully packed them into the 'one-inch shrinking bag'.

Spirit Butterfly Venerable secretly glanced at Song Shuhang's one-inch shrinking bag.

It's a cute rabbit-like one, much cuter than Harouzi. His Holiness recalled Song Shuhang's previous form of women's clothing...... This Song Shuhang friend, from a certain point of view, is really very reassuring!

Venerable Spirit Butterfly was in a good mood: "Sit tight, let's go find Bai Daoyou next." ”

The Colorful Cloud Magic Weapon accelerated and flew towards the location of the underground lava cave of 'Mister'.

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At this time, the palace magic weapon of the true monarch of Huangshan Mountain.

The Daoists of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group' were still exchanging their experiences after brushing the 'Blood Demon', and before they knew it, the 'Dao Vision' was formed again.

And when the friends of the Tao were exchanging happily, Huangshan Zhenjun quietly left the crowd.

He cautiously made his way to a room upstairs in the palace. There, there is a poor little Taoist friend imprisoned - Deng Yima, who was ruined by the black hexagram, mistook the lychee fairy for the black hexagram, and was severely flattened by the lychee fairy.

Huangshan Zhenjun pushed the door in.

Deng Yima Daoyou is stubborn. He was sealed with a body of strength and tied up and thrown on the bed. He still refuses to believe that the 'Lychee Fairy' he saw at the beginning would be the 'disguise' of the Bronze Hexagram Immortal Master - how can there be such a good disguise technique in this world?

In his heart, none of these guys are good people.

Especially seeing the sneaky appearance of Huangshan Zhenjun, Deng Yima felt a little uneasy in his heart, what does this guy want to do?

"Deng Yi Ma Daoyou. Don't be nervous. This seat of Huangshan Zhenjun, I believe you should have heard of this seat, right?" Huangshan Zhenjun pulled a chair and sat down, and said--Zhenjun is also a number one person in the Huaxia monk world, and even the immortal feast of Farewell Snow Fairy Ji will not miss him as a distinguished guest every time.

Deng Yima glanced at the true monarch of Huangshan - it seems that he is really a little similar to the legendary 'Huangshan predecessors'?

"I don't know what Zhenjun is looking for me?" Deng Yima said loudly, although he was not sure if the other party was the 'Huangshan True Monarch', but the other party's strength was there, and there was no doubt that he was a powerful True Monarch.

Huangshan Zhenjun smiled and said, "This seat wants to know the projectile that Xiaoyou got from that 'Black Tiger Secret Realm'. How many are left?"

"Huh?" Deng Yima looked at Huangshan Zhenjun suspiciously.

Huangshan Zhenjun said: "This seat is very interested in your projectiles. So, if you want to sell, make a price. ”

"Zhenjun wants to buy my projectiles? Originally, there were six of them, but I used one for the experiment, one before and four more. "Deng Yima is a man who looks the same - he has a baby face.

Huangshan Zhenjun asked: "It seems that Daoyou also have plans to trade them?

"I'll tell you in advance, I want a very high price. Deng Yima said - the price is low, he won't sell it.

"Fellow Daoist, but it doesn't hurt to say. Buying and selling is a matter of your willingness. Rest assured, even if the price is high. I'm not going to buy and sell it. Huangshan Zhenjun said with relief.

"Then I'll just say it, I want 100,000 fifth-grade spirit stones!" Deng Yima gritted his teeth.

According to the amount and purity of the spiritual power contained in it, the spirit stone corresponds to the level of the monk, and is divided into nine grades. Generally speaking, what level of cultivator uses which level of spirit stone to cultivate is the best, and it will not cause waste.

This price. Of course, it is not as good as all the net worth consumed by Deng Yima...... However, he can also make up for his losses at a minimum, and he can still have the money to buy a suitable flying sword, so that he no longer has to fly around on the 'Superman'.

However, the price is still ridiculously high - you must know at the time. When he was in the sect, others were only willing to pay 10,000 spirit stones to buy five projectiles at most.

"The price is reasonable. Huangshan Zhenjun nodded and said, "Then, let's pay the money with one hand and the loan with the other!"

Zhenjun has been particularly wealthy lately...... Not long ago, the people of Huangshan Zhenjun found a spirit stone vein on a certain satellite, and the purity is still very high.

Seeing that the other party was so refreshing, Deng Yima was a little confused - looking at the appearance, it seemed that no matter how much he asked for more spirit stones, the other party would agree!

Am I losing money? These projectiles are really treasures?

It's just that...... Since the price has been quoted, it is embarrassing to regret it. If he annoys the true monarch in front of him, if the other party doesn't buy it, does he want to keep four projectiles and drink the northwest wind?

"Deal!" Deng Yima said vigorously: "Please let the seniors of Huangshan loosen the tie for me!"

Huangshan Zhenjun happily untied Deng Yima and unlocked the spiritual power seal on his body.

The two paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, and the transaction was pleasant.

"Deng Daoyou is really a cheerful person. After Huangshan Zhenjun put away the four projectiles, he took out a very good four-grade flying sword from his sleeve and handed it to Deng Yima: "I heard Liu Long Daoyou mention that Deng Daoyou, there are some small problems with your means of transportation, and I happen to have a flying sword with a good speed here, so I will give it to Daoyou for transportation." ”

Deng Yima gratefully took the flying sword, and then he said goodbye to Huangshan Zhenjun.

Before leaving, Deng Yima Daoyou also asked the address of the 'Medicine Master Daoyou' from the mouth of Huangshan Zhenjun.

It seems that his next stop will be the 'Medicine Master Daoyou'.

Huangshan Zhenjun pinched four projectiles - if he guessed correctly, these four projectiles may contain the 'power of time', which is a priceless treasure.

After some time, I have to invite the Venerable-level seniors in the group to get together and study these four projectiles carefully.

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In that lava cave a hundred miles away from the Chu family.

'Sir' was careful again, and the four picture scrolls were smeared with some blood of 'Chu family disciples'.

Sure enough, the four picture scrolls flashed with dazzling light again!

"The secret in the picture scroll is definitely related to the blood of the disciples of the Chu family. But how do you unlock the secret?" said the gentleman.

The gentleman only knew that the key to the secret realm of immortality was hidden in these four paintings.

But he can be sure that the key is not the "Sword Technique" that the Chu family comprehended!

The key should be something more 'substantial'.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly ...... The top of the lava cave exploded!

What's going on?

The gentleman looked up in surprise and looked at the explosion overhead.

Then, he saw an immortal-like figure descend from the top of the cavern.

The figure was so perfect that it could not be described in words, anyway, 'sir' only had to apply all the adjectives in his mind about 'perfect, pretty, handsome' and so on to this figure.

Maybe it's because this figure is too perfect, or maybe it's because there's a strong affinity for this figure.

Knowing that the other party blew up the lava hole and broke in, Mr. couldn't even be vigilant in his heart.

Eventually, the figure slowly descended, remaining in the void.

He does not borrow any strength to step on the void.

"Huh, has it finally arrived?" Venerable Bai shook his hand, and then, his gaze fell on the four picture scrolls beside him—yes, it's here!

"This senior, is there anything wrong with coming to my cave mansion?" Mr. saluted Venerable Bai, and it was not easy for him to bring himself back to his senses, and at the same time he quietly mobilized the power of the blood pool behind him.

Always ready to attack the opponent.

"Ah, that's right. Venerable Bai coughed and explained, "Because one of my runes is wrong, so...... Congratulations, you have collected the four "Sword Technique" picture scrolls of the Chu family. Once you've collected all the scrolls, you'll summon me!"

Mister: "......"

What kind of mess is this?

Venerable Bai said again: "Then, after summoning me over, I will take these four picture scrolls with me. ”

"Impossible!" Mr. roared and pounced on the four scrolls, while mobilizing the power of the blood pool to prepare to attack the White Venerable, he shouted, "They belong to me, I won't let anyone take them ......"

Syllable!

An eight-hundred-pound slap was thrown in his face...... The gentleman only felt his body float up, soar through the clouds, and spin freely in the air for 32 and a half weeks...... Eventually, it crashed into the walls of the lava hole.

What just happened? He didn't see how the other party made a move!

Immediately afterward, the gentleman saw the white-clothed figure reach out and put away the four scrolls, and then resurfaced into the void - damn, damn, the scrolls he had managed to get his hands on were snatched away like this!

"Then, goodbye, fellow Daoist. Venerable Bai waved his hand at the gentleman and was about to leave the cave.

But when he had only risen two meters, Venerable Bai suddenly paused.

His eyes fell on the 'puppet black dragon' on the edge of the cavern - oh, what a delicate puppet!

Looks like it's easy to dismantle?

So, the White Venerable descended from the void again and crouched down to the side of the puppet black dragon.

"Can I tear it down?" Venerable Bai looked at the gentleman.

But before the other party could answer, Venerable Bai suddenly said to himself: "I forgot, I don't need to ask him, it's not a friend anyway." (To be continued.) )

PS: The state is not very good, and I am weak to ask for various tickets, so I went to rest first.