"When you say that, this talisman is a rarity! Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Lu Fei put this rare talisman pen in his pocket. As for the original owner of the rune pen, Lu Fei didn't treat him badly, he directly took out three Tsukidan and put them into the other party's storage bag, as long as the original owner of the rune pen was not a pig's brain, he should understand the truth of making a fortune in a muffled voice.

Of course, when it comes to the true value, this talisman is far more than the value of the three tsukidans, but the value is relative, and the significance of the three tsukidans is far more important than a talisman that is not used at all and does not dare to trade it.

After doing all this, Lu Fei immediately lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, it was already a great opportunity to get such a precious talisman pen, and Lu Fei naturally would not be insatiable to loot those poor people again.

At the same time, a cadre of Yuanying Monk tightly bit Chen Qingyun who was fleeing, and seven or eight people opened up a distance one after the other, and the one who chased the most tightly was Donghua Zhenren. In order to catch the target, Donghua Zhenren did not hesitate to lose the vitality of the flying ancient treasure, so that his speed became faster and faster, and he was about to catch up.

"Senior, what should we do?" Chen Qingyun was a little flustered, since he embarked on the road of cultivating the truth, this was the most difficult time, it could really be said that the speed of life and death was a little worse, and he would die in Huangquan.

"Use that blood escape technique I passed on to you!" the mysterious man made a decision after a moment's thought.

"But the seniors and juniors are now suffering less than half of the original blood and vitality, can this blood escape technique run away?" The blood escape technique in Chen Qingyun's mouth is not the blood escape technique of the simple Demon Sect, the blood escape technique of the Demon Sect consumes the essence and blood vitality of the body, and the mysterious person passed on to Chen Qingyun consumes not only the essence and blood vitality of the body, but also the soul.

To be precise, this is not like a simple spell, but more like some kind of sacrifice, with Chen Qingyun's current state, whether he can survive using this method is still two words.

"It's okay, I'll consume some souls for you, you can cast spells!" the mysterious man figured something out, but relaxed.

"Okay! seniors help juniors!" an inexplicable spell sounded. This kind of incantation Chen Qingyun just learned to recite what the incantation itself has and what it means Chen Qingyun didn't know at all, he once asked the mysterious person but was told that he didn't know. But the consequences after the operation were told to Chen Qingyun - half of his life was removed. It's not just the loss of essence and blood vitality that even the soul loss is close to half, which is also the reason why Chen Qingyun hesitated before.

At the moment when Chen Qingyun's spell sounded, the surface of his body melted like a burning puppet, and a strange aura permeated the air.

Donghua Zhenren, who was following closely, immediately discovered this situation, that is, those primordial old monsters behind Donghua Zhenren, although they were far away, their divine consciousness was tightly locked on the target, and they also discovered such a change. At this time, there was such a change, of course, these old monsters knew what it meant, so almost at the same time, they did not hesitate to consume their own vitality, and they approached at a high speed, and they would never let the duck that reached their beaks fly.

And the nearest Donghua Zhenren instantly threw out a few powerful talismans, and the fireworks and frost in the sky flashed with bewitching beauty.

But all this came to naught in Chen Qingyun's desperate roar, and nothing was done.

"Why is this happening! It's you..." Chen Qingyun was full of unwillingness and despair, his blood, his soul, his body, and even the magic weapon he had cultivated for many years were like sand paintings on the beach constantly collapsing, this was not at all half a life as the mysterious mouth said, but a whole one.

"It's not my credit that you've been able to get to this day as a miscellaneous spirit root! you have enjoyed everything you deserve, and you are not wronged, isn't it right to do something for this seat before you die?" A sneering voice came, but Chen Qingyun couldn't answer anymore, and the dissolved cloud of mist instantly diffused into a gray air current, and fled quickly in the direction that was not pursued by the Yuanying Monk.

That speed is that Donghua Zhenren can only be out of reach when he sees it, so he has to stop and be stunned, and soon those Yuanying monks who are chasing him have arrived, looking at each other for a long time.

But they couldn't know that after escaping for hundreds of miles, the fog dissipated and was empty, leaving only a stream of resentment and unwillingness, Chen Qingyun's soul was scattered, and he would never be reborn.

And at this time, lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, deep in the soul of Lu Fei, a group of imprisoned primordial gods flickered, and a small black fork was formed.

"Hahaha! Who is this seat, can you be stumped by such a question?" the mysterious man's voice sounded in Lu Feizhihai.

"Sure enough, it's a machine spirit!The new kid don't be narcissistic, isn't it just a doppelganger projection technique, if there is something good, hurry up!" When people are in a bad situation, it is undoubtedly extremely pleasant to see others unlucky, both psychologically and physically, this machine spirit took the initiative to run to Lu Fei and knew the sea, it was purely a sheep into the tiger's mouth, and there was no return.

"The soul of the peak of the gods! I can't imagine that there are colleagues with such a high level of cultivation in this world, I don't know that there is already a master here, and I am surprised!" was shocked by the Bliss True Person's mouthful. Once his identity as a machine spirit spreads in the cultivation realm, what awaits him will be countless battles, and being refined into a magic weapon by others is the only ending, but I don't know which lucky one it is.

"What's so presumptuous or not presumptuous, it is estimated that we will be difficult brothers in the future... No, in the future, we will send the blessings that you have cultivated for several lifetimes with an extremely bullish master. Bliss was unscrupulous, almost sarcastic, but fortunately, the boss changed his words in time.

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