The little witch Mu Xuan was still petty at first, and she didn't want Tu Ming's purple luck to live or die, but when Tu Ming took out a ball of purple and golden luck, she finally lowered her arrogant little head and took it to refine and absorb it with a red face.

Tu Ming thought that she would change her attitude towards herself, but who knows, the situation is still the same, and she still has an indifferent expression, and even listened to Cai Xiaopang's words that he had to give, don't be a fool.

After Tu Ming heard this, he was so angry that he almost had internal injuries, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Except for him, it seems that no one in this group doesn't like her, and I don't know how this aunt and grandmother bought everyone, which makes him very helpless, holding his breath and making him angry.

Later, he stubbornly refused to give it to her, but he couldn't stand it and others gave her evenly, and in the end, Tu Ming simply turned a blind eye and endured it!

The last one is the palace, and it is also the largest strange place, the frescoes on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing, a peaceful, all kinds of colors converge, making the whole hall appear magnificent.

Tu Ming stood in the center of the main hall, driving the power of space to spread around, and soon, his divine sense entered the mural space.

"Aung Aung ......"

"Tweet ......"

A loud dragon groan and the chirping of a phoenix resounded through the heavens and the earth, one after another giant dragons hovered in the air, and phoenixes with flames flew in the wind.

Looking at this space again, it is full of aura, birds and flowers, and countless birds and beasts, just like a real world.

Tu Ming looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, he couldn't believe it.

As his divine consciousness extended further, his eyes gradually became solemn.

From time to time, he would find a pile of dry bones, most of them in human form, and even two bodies that had not yet decayed, indicating that they were warriors who had just broken in by mistake and were killed by the creatures inside.

Looking at the dragon and phoenix in the sky, Tu Ming's eyes gradually narrowed.

They are not real creatures, similar to the nature of martial spirits, but their momentum is terrifying, and they are all saint-level existences at the very least.

As his divine consciousness continued to extend, Tu Ming found that the creatures inside were all like this, with no substance, pure soul power form.

"Could it be that it was all formed by the evolution of martial spirits?" Tu Ming was frightened by his own conjecture.

The living martial soul is not many grades higher than the Xuanyuan Soul Sword left by the Ji family.

Tu Ming tried to throw in a piece of Snow Lingzhi, but the situation was similar, and a big battle was triggered in an instant, and it was finally obtained by a phoenix burning with red flames, leaving a cloud of luck on the ground.

Several of them were golden.

Tu Ming's consciousness moved, and he detained them.

"Five...... Five Regiments of Purple and Golden Qi Luck?" Tu Ming couldn't believe it.

Only a dozen demon beasts died, and he actually got so much purple-gold luck, which was half of what he had gained in the past few days.

"Hey, yes, great!"

Tu Ming was so excited that he began to mobilize his divine soul power, and pieces of snow lingzhi were thrown into this space by him.

In an instant, the murals of the entire hall came to life, and an earth-shattering battle was staged.

With the accumulation of purple luck, the walls of the entire palace turned purple.

"Grandma, is this going to tire me to death?" Tu Ming sat down on the ground and couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.

His divine sense needs to consume divine soul power to collect qi luck from within, but he can't keep up with the rhythm, and the whole person is so tired that he is about to collapse, but his qi luck is increasing.

In desperation, he had to stop throwing snow lingzhi, poured a few sips of Yunshen brew, and rested for an hour before he began to collect qi luck with all his might.

After collecting it, at a glance, the whole person was a little confused, too much, this time alone, he collected nearly five hundred regiments of luck, including fifty regiments of purple-gold luck, which stimulated him to howl uncontrollably.

It's too much to believe.

Looking at the mural again, it was found that at most one-third of the demon beasts had been destroyed, so if all the demon beasts here were destroyed, at least 1,500 regiments of luck could be obtained.

It's a treasure!

Looking at the sky, he acted again, and when he was done collecting it, his mouth never closed.

"Isn't it a big gain, seeing that you are almost a chrysanthemum when you smile!" Cai Xiaopang came over and rubbed his hands and said.

"Go, it's not your share this time!" Tu Ming pushed Cai Xiaopang and beckoned to everyone, "Come here, come here, come here, all come here, this time you have a share!"

Listening to Tu Ming's words, the disciples of the Southern Emperor's side, who had not received the benefits before, their eyes lit up violently, and they all gathered around.

"Let's see that we have a share!" Tu Ming "exhaled" took out a large ball of purple-gold luck, divided a small group for everyone, and let them go back to refining in a hurry.

"You...... Do you get a lot?" Nangong Yixiu's voice began to tremble, this time it was too worth coming to the Emperor Realm, it was too much beyond expectations.

"Hehe, that's all, it's better to divide it for everyone, at least you have a hope when you enter the Soul Emperor Realm!" Tu Ming said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, young man, you are really good, Wan'er didn't feel sorry for you in vain!" Nangong Yixiu completely dispelled her original thoughts.

"Hehe, it should be, are they all their own people?" Tu Ming said with a smile.

"Yes...... Can you tell me, how did you get it?" Nangong Yixiu couldn't hold back her curiosity.

"Hehe, it's actually very simple, this mural is carved with the power of space, and I just have a space martial spirit, and then throw some delicious food to the creatures inside, and let them fight!"

"This ......" Nangong Yixiu was speechless for a while, but when she thought that Tu Ming still had a space martial spirit, she was finally relieved.

can think about Tu Ming's martial soul again, and then it was a little creepy, how could a person have so many martial souls.

Dragon Martial Soul, Xuanyuan Sword Martial Soul, Sword Martial Soul, and a Plant Martial Soul, and now there are more spatial martial souls, and she can't see through Tu Ming a little.

Is this still human? How evil it is!

Resenting the Soul Emperor is like chopping melons and vegetables, otherwise I can't live with so many martial souls.

Tu Ming was about to detain a ball of luck for refining, when suddenly he saw a figure coming from a distance, with a smile on his face, and greeted Tu Ming from afar.

He is none other than Dongfang Mao, who has had a two-sided relationship with Tu Ming.

"Brother Dongfang, why are you here?" Tu Ming greeted him and asked with a smile.

"I heard that you have been staying here, I think maybe you are cracking this ruin, so come and have a look!How about it??" Dongfang Mao said and looked around, then his eyes bulged, pointing to the purple-gold qi luck above their heads, and stammered and asked:

"Purple ...... Purple Gold Luck!How ...... Why are there so many?"

"Hehe!" Tu Ming smiled bitterly, "What you get from the ruins is a team, and it will be divided equally!"

"Oops!" Dongfang Mao slapped his thigh, a burst of regret, "I knew I should have been with you, I died, I died!"

Dongfang Mao sighed vigorously.