Chapter 367: Demon Refining Pot

"Eh", hearing Zhang Xiaofeng's words, several bounty hunters were slightly stunned, and then the one-eyed man led by him smiled stiffly, "Lord Marquis, you are really joking."

"I'm sorry, I'm not joking with you", hearing the one-eyed man's words, Zhang Xiaofeng's hand was raised high, and he said lightly, and then, with a wave of one hand, "Blood Flying Blade".

"Brush, brush", a large piece of blood-red cold blade, slashed towards these bounty hunters, although the blood flying blade is only a blood magic that can be cast at the viscount level, but it is naturally different when it is cast by Zhang Xiaofeng, who is at the marquis level.

"Ahhh

"Ah", seeing the death of these bounty hunters, the girl who was still able to maintain her composure finally couldn't help but scream, no matter who it was, she couldn't help but scream when she saw a dozen people suddenly die in front of her, right?

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't care about the girl's exclamation, just looked at the quaint teapot in his hand, looked carefully, and at the same time, his strong spiritual power could feel that there was a very strong force in this ancient teapot

"En?", just when Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the ancient teapot, on the bottom of the ancient teapot, several ancient words similar to oracle bone inscriptions shocked Zhang Xiaofeng's heart, maybe modern people will not have any research on these fonts, but Zhang Xiaofeng, who was a killer back then, had almost everything to learn, and he naturally knew these words, and it was precisely because of his understanding that Zhang Xiaofeng was so shocked, because there were three small words written on the bottom of this ancient teapot: Demon Refining Pot.

"It's actually the legendary demon refining pot that can refine all things!?", looking at the ancient teapot in his hand in shock, Zhang Xiaofeng's heart was pleasantly surprised, the legendary demon refining pot, one of the top ten artifacts?

"Up", Zhang Xiaofeng ran the "Residual Moon Meridian", according to the method of cultivating the magic weapon of the true realm, driving the demon refining pot, but there was a feeling of resistance from this demon refining pot.

"I have already recognized the master!?", Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the demon refining pot in his hand in surprise, the spirit weapon chooses the master, has this demon refining pot already chosen its own master? Just like his own moon crystal wheel back then, although he did not have his own sacrifice, but when he was still a killer, it would also protect itself on the top of the Caesar Palace Hotel.

Although he was unwilling, but after thinking about it, Zhang Xiaofeng also let go, the top ten artifacts, it is already a great opportunity for ordinary people to obtain one of them, since he has the moon crystal wheel, why should he covet the demon refining pot?

"It seems that this demon refining pot recognizes this girl as the master", the spiritual power felt the message on the demon refining pot, Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the girl who looked at him in horror, and said faintly in his heart.

"Huh", almost instantly, Zhang Xiaofeng appeared in front of the other party.

"Ah", seeing Zhang Xiaofeng who suddenly appeared in front of her, although his bat wings and vampire fangs were all retracted, but the image of Zhang Xiaofeng killing more than a dozen people with one move just now was too deep in her heart, seeing Zhang Xiaofeng appear in front of her, the girl couldn't help but scream and took a few steps back, "What do you want to do."

"This will be returned to you", casually threw out the demon refining pot in his hand, and after the other party hurriedly caught it, Zhang Xiaofeng asked lightly, "The dark world, the ageless face, the powerful power, and the endless money, I can give it to you, how about it?

"Ageless face?", maybe there is nothing wrong with this girl with great power and endless money, but when she hears the ageless face, her eyes light up, and the idea of eternal youth is enough to make most women crazy.

However, although the ageless face made the girl's heart move, when her mind crossed the faces of her relatives, she hesitated, and finally shook her head and said, "Although what you said sounded very exciting in the past, I wanted to live my ordinary life."

"En," Zhang Xiaofeng nodded, in fact, how can he not like this ordinary life? How can he not get tired of such a life of fighting and killing? It's just that now his identity has made him have no choice.

However, despite this, a woman who can control the demon refining pot is immeasurable in her help, Zhang Xiaofeng did not completely give up, but plucked one of his hair, attached his spiritual power, and handed it to the other party, "You take this, if you change your mind, just pull it off, and I will know."

"Well, okay", after hearing Zhang Xiaofeng's words, the girl hesitated slightly, then accepted the hair handed over by Zhang Xiaofeng and nodded.

"Then I'm leaving", nodding, the huge bat wing behind Zhang Xiaofeng unfolded, and with a slight shock, it instantly turned into a black sharp arrow and disappeared.

"Vampire?", looking at the hair on her hand and the demon refining pot, the girl's eyes were complicated, and she didn't know what she was thinking, and finally just shook her head and sighed.

In New York, USA, two bishops and two knights are leading a large group of priests to walk by, just now they have wiped out an important base of the Dark Society, although they have lost three sixth-level powerhouses, but they can be regarded as victorious, in the sadness of the death of their companions, they also have a trace of joy of victory.

"Well, wait, there is a dark aura", suddenly, the face of one of the leading bishops changed slightly, hearing his words, the other three sixth-level powerhouses also changed their faces, and then instantly locked on a figure wearing a big black robe not far away, the loose robe covered his whole person inside, and his figure and appearance were almost invisible.

"Dark mage!?", looking at the man wearing loose robes walking into the distance, several sixth-level clergymen nodded at each other, and then let those clergymen behind him go back to the church, while his four sixth-level powerhouses followed up, dark mages usually stay in the mage tower and will not appear, and now they can actually meet one on the road, follow him and do something.

Following the dark mage in the black robe, the more and more remote he went, the several priests behind him all had instinctive uneasiness in their hearts, but after seeing that they were four sixth-level powerhouses, several of them were a little more at ease, could the other party still be a seventh-level Dark Saint Demon Master? How could there be such a back? Besides, how could a seventh-level peerless powerhouse be so easy to see? So, although there was a trace of uneasiness in their hearts, several priests didn't care, the remote place was better, and it was more convenient to solve him.

"What? how long do you want to stay with me?", just in front of a dilapidated factory in the middle of nowhere, the man in the loose black robe in front of him stopped and asked, the voice was unusually sharp, like a steel needle scratching an iron sheet, which made people can't help but get goosebumps.

The other party didn't even turn around, and found the whereabouts of himself and the others, which made the four sixth-level strength priests slightly shocked in their hearts, since they found themselves and others, and dared to bring themselves here, they were obviously not general, but thinking of the strength of their four people, several priests had some confidence, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?

"Dark mage?", the black-robed man turned around slowly, the black robe covered him so that several people couldn't see his appearance, and the black-robed man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "In a sense, it can be said that it can be said to be a dark mage, but I am not from the Dark Association."

"By the way, do you recognize this guy?", suddenly, as if thinking of something, the hand that had been dry under the black robe reached out, holding a picture of a handsome man on it, and asked the four clerics.

"Well, is he?", the four clergymen were shocked when they saw the man on the painting.

"Oh, you know him!?", seeing the reactions of several clerics, the man in the black robe couldn't help but raise his voice, with a hint of eagerness, "Then what is his name, do you know where he is?".

Hearing the words of the black-robed man, several priests snorted coldly and said, "Why should we tell you, as a dark mage, we have to deal with you here today!"

"Looking for death", hearing the words of several clerics, the man who was afraid of the black shouted sharply, and with his words, the soil under the feet of the cleric quickly reacted, and then, one by one, the terrifying skeleton commanders crawled out and drowned them all, a few short screams rang out, and the four quasi-peerless masters were instantly overwhelmed by the army of the undead.

A moment later, the only remaining knight had his hands and feet cut off, and was pressed up by the two skeleton commanders, and then, the black-robed man unfolded the picture in his hand and asked lightly, "Say, who is this man? Where is he?"

"You, you are the Undead Holy Magister", the knight who had his hands and feet cut off looked in horror at the man in front of him who was wearing a black robe and couldn't see his face.

"Whew", a green miserable ghost fire burned on the dry palm of the necromancer, and the gloomy and sharp voice was full of menace, "I advise you to tell me the identity of this man honestly, I may give you a good time, otherwise, I will extract your soul and torture it too."

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