Emperor-level spiritual source?

This naturally moved Fang Yi's heart.

You must know that the emperor-level spiritual source can be stronger than the vitality contained in the king-level spiritual source, and the energy is huge, a fist-sized emperor-level spiritual source is worth a thousand king-level spiritual sources.

In other words, one pound of emperor-level spiritual source is equivalent to one thousand pounds of king-level spiritual source.

Moreover, the emperor-level spiritual source is extremely scarce, like this spiritual source, unless it is the kind of absolutely powerful force, for monks, one pound of emperor-level spiritual source is completely enough for the monks in the late Danyuan period to break through to the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty!

Although this Mo Shan is still in the middle of the Yuan Infant Realm, after all, it is the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Realm, and it seems not strange to have an emperor-level spiritual source, but it can be said that he is at the bottom of the box.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the extremely nervous Mo Sen, and said, "How many emperor-level spiritual sources do you plan to use to redeem your father's life?"

"Two pounds!" said Mawson hurriedly.

"It's only two catties?" Fang Yi said lightly: "Don't you think it's too little? Ten catties!"

The lion opens his mouth!

But Fang Yi just wanted to do this, and then he had to bargain, and although the emperor-level spiritual source was precious, it was only two catties, so it was useless to him.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Sen's complexion changed sharply, ten catties Emperor-level spiritual source, even the powerhouses of the Nine Tribulations Realm cherished the emperor-level spiritual source, this kind of spiritual source was already a mountain of gold and silver for ordinary monks, and it was extremely precious.

Ordinary monks, not to mention the emperor-level spiritual source, even the king-level spiritual source can rarely be obtained, and the reason why Mo Sen threw out the emperor-level spiritual source was because of his own considerations.

On the one hand, it is to survive, and on the other hand, it is to contain Fang Yi.

Seeing Fang Yi's indifferent face, his expression was indifferent, but it was implicitly sharp, Mo Sen gritted his teeth and said in great pain: "Five catties! Fellow Daoist, I can take out five catties of emperor-level spiritual source at most, and there will really be no more!"

Mo Sen's appearance didn't seem to be fake, so Fang Yi didn't insist anymore, and said, "Okay, then five catties, but when can you give it to me?"

"Please also ask Daoist friends to be patient, I need to go back and get it, after all, it is an emperor-level spiritual source. Mawson said.

"Okay, then I'll give you some time. Fang Yi said.

Mo Sen obviously hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Daoyou, I have a reluctant request, I hope that Daoyou will release my father first, of course, if Daoyou is not at ease, you can put a soul imprint on us." ”

Soul branding, which is a spell used by monks to enslave others, is not of high rank, but it is extremely useful, and is generally used by monks to puppets.

Fang Yi would naturally use this spell, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold gaze swirled on Mo Sen's body, Mo Sen felt Fang Yi's cold gaze, and for no reason he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In fact, Mo Sen didn't know that in Fang Yi's eyes, this Mo Sen was much smarter than other demon clans, knew how to judge the situation, and was not as arrogant as other demon clans.

"Okay!" Fang Yi immediately put a soul brand on Mo Shan's body.

And for the sake of insurance, Fang Yi also asked for a trace of Mo Shan's Natal Primordial God to manipulate, that Mo Shan was extremely reluctant when he handed over the Natal Primordial Spirit, but he was afraid of death, so he had to make compromises, but there was a deep resentment hidden in his eyes.

There was also Mo Sen, as well as several other demon youths, Fang Yi also took a trace of their natal primordial spirit, if anyone dared to disobey it, as long as Fang Yi had a thought, they would explode immediately, and they would not have the power to resist at all.

This shows how important the natal spirit is to the monks!

Fang Yi collected a trace of their natal primordial spirit one by one, refined it, collected it for his own use, and then released them.

Those demon youths had already been beaten out of the psychological shadow by the ruffian Qilin, plus Fang Yi had actually defeated Mo Shandu, they were completely frightened, and when they left, they wanted to have two more legs, and hurriedly fled.

Looking at their departing figures, the ruffian Qilin came to Fang Yi's side and said in a low voice, "Just let them go?"

Fang Yi smiled slightly and said, "You have to be forgiving and forgiving." ”

"Just you?" the ruffian Qilin glared at him and said, "Even if you have a Buddhist aperture on the back of your head, you're not a good person!"

"That's the end of it. Fang Yi said: "Letting them go is far more rewarding than killing them, isn't there a mine of their Flame Demon Gate here, you should know what the mine is." ”

The ruffian Qilin's eyes lit up: "Lingyuan!"

Fang Yi nodded and said, "I suspect that Mo Sen said that he took out five catties of emperor-level spirit source to buy his life, that is, he wanted to steal five catties of emperor-level spirit source in the mine, do you think about it, the emperor-level spirit source of this sect is only five catties?"

The ruffian Qilin's eyes when he looked at Fang Yi suddenly changed, and after a while, it sighed: "Put a long line to catch a big fish, if you want to say treacherous, you are more treacherous than this seat, but this seat likes it, hehe!"

Fang Yi beckoned to Xiao Xiao and Nana and let them enter the storage ring, and then the ruffian Qilin reloaded Xiao Litian, and they left the place.

And the direction they went was the same direction that Mawson had left.

……

On the road.

It's a demoralized team.

Mo Shan's face was gloomy, and he was communicating with his son Mo Sen with a telephonic voice.

"Why did you promise that man?" Mo Shan asked coldly.

"Father, I want to save you. Mawson replied.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But then Mo Shan sneered: "You are also trying to save your own life, five catties of emperor-level spiritual source, you only have the idea of mining farms, if you lose five catties of emperor-level spiritual source, the head of the family will definitely be angry." ”

Mo Sen said helplessly: "The head is angry, that is just a punishment for us, if we go against that person's will, we will even lose our lives there." ”

Mo Shan was extremely humiliated, not only did he have Fang Yi's soul imprint on his body, but even a trace of his natal spirit was taken away, that is to say, his life was pinched by Fang Yi's hands, and he could die at any time.

This is the biggest shame for Mo Shan, who cultivated in the middle of the Yuan Infant.

After a pause, Mo Shan said again: "But this matter can only be done in secret, and the next few people are all killed, and they are pushed to that person!"

"Yes!"

Mawson has no objection to this.

The next moment, Mo Sen stopped, and several seriously injured demon youths all looked at him in confusion.

"Guys, I have something to tell you. Mawson said indifferently in their puzzled gazes.

"What can Senior Brother Mawson say?"

"Please also ask Senior Brother Mosen to speak clearly. ”

Mo Sen was a little unbearable, he sighed lightly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and said, "I want to send a few Feisheng!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of those demon youths all changed greatly.

"Brother Mawson, you are too vicious!"

"We've been with you for so long, and you're ......"

They were terrified and fled in all directions.

However, Mo Sen is a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty, they are only in the late stage of the Dan Yuan Dynasty, and they are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength.

After a moment, the seriously injured demon youths all died tragically, and Mo Sen took out a jade bottle, and the black liquid in the jade bottle was poured on their corpses.

With a bang, the flames burned, and the bodies of those demon youths all turned into flames.

"This Mo Sen is also ruthless!" In the distance, the ruffian unicorn looked at it like lightning, and it saw this scene.

Fang Yi smiled indifferently and did not make any comments.

(End of chapter)