"Sister Emma, just this once, never again. ”

Chen Ping'an had to swear a promise, otherwise he would have to be counted until when, but he was still very happy in his heart, there was a big sister-like person who cared, and he felt like he was back to before.

Fortunately, Emma felt sorry for him, and seeing that his face had not returned to normal, she was afraid that he was not in good health, so she didn't continue to talk about him, and left after telling her, she still had a lot of things to do.

Chen Ping'an didn't go down to refine the medicine that night, he hid in his small yurt room, and counted the treasures left by the Nine Demon Emperors, some small amounts of elixirs, all of which could be used by low-level monks, and none of them were high-level.

There is a big jar of mirage's saliva, this thing is not a high-end product, but after all, it is secreted by the body of a ninth-order desolate beast, and it can still be used as a medicinal herb.

The largest number of them are the corpses of beasts, and there are no high-level beasts, from his memory, these are all desolate beasts that have entered the magic circle and died, it seems that this cave was not without beasts before.

These beasts are basically skeletons, skin, flesh and blood and other essences have been rotted by the years, most of them are wild beasts, mixed with some fierce beasts and fierce beasts, all useless things.

However, there are seven corpses of desolate beasts, the highest one is one of the fourth order, one is of the third order, and the rest are all of the first order, the desolate beasts are like cultivators, although they have been dead for a long time, there are still some good things left.

Seven Inner Dans, except for the fourth-order vitality that is still alive, nothing else is of much use, it's okay to make a fertilizer or something, the souls of the seven desolate beasts have long been devoured by the Nine Demon Emperors, leaving no traces.

But the fur and bones of the desolate beast are treasures, they are good things that can be used to refine medicine or refine spirit pattern materials, and Chen Ping'an is lacking this thing.

He wasn't disappointed at all that there weren't many things left, there were still seven spirit treasures left, one of which was the Nine Demon Emperor's natal spirit treasures.

This is a big surprise, the Nine Demon Emperor of the Yin-Yang Mirror, his natal spirit treasure is naturally a ninth-level treasure, a black bead the size of a skull, flashing with a faint ghostly light.

This is a treasure refined from the water of the River Styx, full of yin and evil energy, and the spells that urge it to inspire are all kinds of killing moves condensed by yin and evil energy.

Although the water of the River Styx is strange and extremely rare, it can still be obtained, and the name sounds like something only found in the underworld of gods and ghosts, but it is not.

It is a place of extreme yin, condensed under special conditions, and the quantity is not large, because it is rare and difficult to collect, so it is precious.

Chen Ping'an smiled happily, the other six treasures were not ordinary things, although the good things were all sold out by the dead ghost, but these were all fourth- to seventh-level treasures.

For the Nine Demon Emperor, these things are dispensable, but for him, this is a good thing that money can't buy now.

Thinking about He Shanchang, the president of the pharmacist union, there is only a seventh-level spiritual treasure left by the ancestor, and when the treasure is passed to him, it can be seen that these things are precious.

Different realms naturally have different visions, the Nine Demon Emperor of the Yin-Yang Mirror is the top master, in his eyes, the spirit treasure below the seventh level is useless to him at all, and he is not qualified to even sell it to repay the favor.

After all, the people who can make him owe favors are all masters of the same realm, and if there are no treasures above level eight, he can't afford to repay favors at all, money is a fart for them, and naturally a lot of people will take the initiative to send it to the door with a squeak.

The next day, when Emma and the others went hunting, Chen Ping'an sneakily ran down the cliff, and didn't even say anything about his two maids, not because he wanted to hide them, but because he was afraid that the two would not let him go.

It's okay to practice lime, and she can be reasonable, but Angel's little wild cat can grind people to death, if she knows, she will go to clean up the emperor spirit bee, and she won't jump to count herself.

Familiar with the road to the entrance of the cave, take down the blocking fence, Chen Ping'an went down to the bottom, summoned Mei Yue to accompany her, as Mei Yue, who is also a poison, looking for the emperor spirit bee is more experienced than himself.

As a human race, Chen Ping'an looked for animals, relying on the knowledge and experience he had learned, but for Mei Yue, it was an instinct.

All beasts have an instinct, they are born to avoid animals that pose a threat to them, and they will look for animals that they can hunt, the difference is only who is more skilled.

Soon Mei Yue took Chen Ping'an to a lush bush, and Mei Yue, who shrunk to the size of a fist, slipped onto his shoulder, did not speak, and communicated with his divine sense.

"Master, brother, it should be in this area, there is a feeling in it that makes me jealous, but it is not the breath of a high-level desolate beast. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, told her to hide in the clothes on her chest, looked around, found a remote place, took out a few drops of mirage saliva, and dripped on a broken stone.

He himself hurriedly hid behind a large stone, and set up a large mirage array, shrouding the broken stone, and waited quietly.

After a while, there was a commotion in the bushes, but there was no trace of the emperor killing spirit bee, Chen Ping'an was a little anxious, Mei Yue comforted him: "Master brother, don't worry, this thing is ghostly, it won't rush out all at once, wait and see." ”

After a long while, Chen Ping'an suddenly felt a move in his spirit, "coming" and hurriedly searched with bated breath, a fist-sized emperor-killing spirit bee probed his brain and touched the edge of the magic circle.

It didn't rush in, it secretly observed everywhere, Chen Ping'an smiled dumbly, this thing is really ghostly, who has ever seen a flying bee that doesn't fly, crawling on the ground, looking around like a thief.

If he hadn't come to find it, using the magic circle that connected the divine soul, he might not have found its traces, the black and yellow striped emperor-killing spirit bee, crawling on the ground, if you don't pay attention to it, you can't find it at all.

The spies-like Emperorkiller Spirit Bee crawled for a while, and finally came to the edge of the rubble, circled around it a few times, and only crawled back the same way after not finding any danger.

After a while, seven or eight emperor-killing spirit bees came out, still cautiously scouting, and once again entered the circle range, circling around the few drops of mirage saliva a few times before going out.

Chen Ping'an has not activated the magic circle, there is no danger in that place at all, finally, after the spies returned, a group of black bee swarms came, and it seemed that they were out of the nest.

This is the instinct of the emperor-killing spirit bee, the mirage saliva can only be eaten by the queen bee, and the other emperor-killing spirit bees dare not move, but after the queen bee eats this thing, she will fall into a drunken state.

The weak queen bee will be like sleeping, and it must be carried back by the bee colony, which requires the bee colony to protect it, so except for the minors in the nest, other emperor killer spirit bees will come out to guard the queen bee and enjoy the treasure.