"Hey, this thing looks interesting—"

Yan Moyu's eyes swept to something on the side, so he picked up the finger bone, which seemed to come from an amazing monk.

Huang Xi's face was about to suffocate into an eggplant, and this senior was really looking at him like a torch, which one was precious.

Yan Moyu could feel the powerful aura on that phalanx, although after the changes of the years, the aura left on this phalanx was already quite weak, but it could be inferred that this phalanx belonged to the Divine Spirit Robber!

The bones of the Divine Spirit Tribulation powerhouse are extremely hard, and even if they create spirit soldiers, they are much stronger than super-level spirit soldiers.

"Huh?"

Yan Moyu suddenly noticed that there was a crack at the end of the phalanx that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

No, this is the phalanges of the powerhouses of the half-golden immortal realm, and the reason why the breath on it is so weak that Yan Moyu thinks it is a god robbing the strong at first sight, presumably because he experienced a big battle during his lifetime, and his phalanges were damaged, so this situation was caused.

In the same way, if there is a crack in the phalanges and there is such a powerful aura, it is very likely that it is the bones of a half-golden immortal powerhouse.

This kind of thing is not something that Huang Xi, a little wind robber martial artist, can get, I'm afraid he also picked it up!

However, even if it is the skeleton of a half-golden immortal powerhouse, but when the aura is lost, this phalanx bone is of little value, at least for Yan Moyu.

The bones of the half-golden immortal powerhouse Yan Moyu are not nothing, and he is still a whole body, if Yan Moyu was willing, he would have been dismantled and used as a spirit soldier, but this skeleton is prepared for the reshaping of the flesh master, so Yan Moyu has endured it all the time and has not moved.

If this phalanx is all there is, it is really worthless.

But in the next observation, Yan Moyu found a faint line on this phalange, which was very light.

When he got it to the sun, Yan Moyu vaguely saw a circle of lines.

Although Yan Moyu didn't understand what this circle of lines meant, it didn't prevent him from putting away this phalange.

As for Huang Xi, he didn't dare to ask Yan Moyu for money if he had ten guts!

Fortunately, Yan Moyu is not this kind of person who likes to take advantage of others, he casually took out a high-level supernatural power from his Sumeru ring and threw it to Huang Xi, this is one of the many supernatural powers he got in the supernatural starry sky, it is a pretty good supernatural power, but Yan Moyu doesn't like it, and he doesn't want to cultivate, so it's just right for Huang Xi.

But in Huang Xi's view, the value of this phalanx is far less than the reality of this high-level supernatural power.

But in fact, in Yan Moyu's opinion, that phalanx is comparable to the supernatural powers.

Huang Xi looked at Yan Moyu like a fool, and Yan Moyu looked at Huang Xi like a fool, and the two of them took what they needed.

"Seniors are slow, seniors don't have a place to stay in this city, why don't you rest here for a while?"

Huang Xi said with a shy face.

I have to say that this Huang Xi's courage is really big, just now I was afraid that Yan Moyu was afraid to die, but after Yan Moyu showed strong financial resources, Huang Xi forgot his fear, and immediately came up, for him, Yan Moyu is a god of wealth, and the monk who can be generous enough to exchange a finger bone with a superior magic power must not be an ordinary person, if he serves well, there may be unexpected surprises.

Yan Moyu didn't care where he lived, but he didn't expect that this Huangxi still ran an inn with a good environment, and Yan Moyu was not too picky, so he lived upstairs.

Playing with the phalanx in his hand, he felt that the pattern on the phalanx was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was for a while.

The lines on this finger bone are indeed a bit rare, but one thing Yan Moyu can be sure of now is that those patterns are not spiritual patterns. Yan Moyu had a feeling that this kind of pattern was very important and would be of great help to him.

Since he couldn't see anything for the time being, Yan Moyu shrugged his shoulders and threw this finger bone into the world.

As a golden realm, the Immortal Realm naturally has no fewer strong people, although it is only a small market, but it is also a strong man with a demon tribulation.

And in fact, this strong man of the Heart Demon Tribulation is the master of this Fang City, and the monks who do business in this Fang City have to pay a protection fee to this strong man of the Heart Demon Tribulation.

There are no sects and sects, and it is extremely rare for a monk who can cultivate to the Great Tribulation of the Heart Demons, and such a person is willing to spend a lot of money to recruit even those big sects.

However, very few casual cultivators who are accustomed to freedom will be willing to join the sect.

And now, this scattered cultivator of the Heart Demon Tribulation was sitting opposite Yan Moyu drinking tea, and Huang Xi was already kneeling on the ground, his forehead was covered with sweat.

For Huang Xi, who lives in this city, the old man in front of him is a god-like existence, and just one sentence can decide his life and death.

What Huang Xi didn't understand was how such a god-like character could appear in his shop, and he himself knew that even if his shop was several times bigger, it would be impossible for him to enter the eyes of that adult.

"Boundless Tower, Xiaoyou entered the Boundless Tower to learn martial arts at a young age, and his future achievements are limitless!"

The old man glanced at the token on Yan Moyu's waist and said with a light smile.

That token was a status symbol for the disciples of the Boundless Tower, and from the very beginning, Yan Moyu was not prepared to hide his identity as a disciple of the Boundless Tower.

In the Immortal Realm, the status of the Borderless Tower is transcendent, and it can be said that there are very few monks who don't know this token, but a cultivator like Huang Xi is obviously classified into that few categories.

This old man's name is Qian Yuntong, he is the owner of this Fang City, he is very old, according to him, he has lived for more than 100,000 years, because he is low-key, and he does not do those high-risk things, so even if those monks who are stronger than him are dead, he is still alive and well, and has been cultivating until the cultivation of the Heart Demon Tribulation.

"It's old, it's useless, and it's been about 20,000 years since my cultivation has been stagnant in this realm, and the old man basically doesn't have any expectations for the Divine Tribulation."

Qian Yuntong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"The seniors are too humble, looking at the Immortal Realm, there are a few people who can cultivate to the Heart Demon Tribulation, and the strength of the seniors belongs to the upper level even in this Immortal Realm!"

Yan Moyu said politely.

Although there is still a mysterious half-golden immortal realm above the Divine Spirit Tribulation, how many of the hundreds of millions of monks can reach the Heart Demon Tribulation, how many can reach the peak, and how many can cross the peak to become a half-golden immortal?

The place where Yan Moyu crossed the catastrophe before was not far from here, and Qian Yuntong's cultivation naturally noticed Yan Moyu's catastrophe!

If it was just an ordinary catastrophe, Qian Yuntong wouldn't even be happy to raise his eyelids.

But that day's catastrophe, even he, a strong man of the Demon Tribulation, had his eyelids jumping, black flames, black wind, no matter what it was, it made his heart tremble.

Not to mention that when he was crossing the Wind and Fire Tribulation, even if he was now cultivating with the Heart Demon Tribulation, he was more than lucky in the face of the black wind and black fire.

At that time, he concluded that Yan Moyu must be dead, and no earth tribulation monk could survive such a terrifying wind and fire tribulation.

However, Yan Moyu slapped him fiercely, not only survived the catastrophe, but also appeared in his market.

When Qian Yuntong saw the token on Yan Moyu's waist, the shock faded a lot, and the disciples who came out of the Boundless Tower were naturally different!

"Seniors came to me, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as inviting me to tea, right?"

Yan Moyu took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

Qian Yuntong smiled slightly and said: "Xiaoyou is fast, I don't hide Qian Yuntong, this time I want to ask Xiaoyou to help me!" ”

"Oh?"

Yan Moyu raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, and continued: "Seniors are laughing, seniors are strong people in the Heart Demon Tribulation, and even the seniors can't solve things, what can I, a little martial artist of the Wind and Fire Tribulation, help?" ”

"Xiaoyou is too humble, with Xiaoyou's strength, he can naturally help!"

Qian Yuntong said with a smile.

Two thousand miles away from this Fang City, there is a Black Dragon Palace, in which a dragon of the Tribulation Realm is inhabited!

"Raiding the Realm Jiaolong, hasn't it turned into a real dragon yet?"

After hearing Qian Yuntong's narration, Yan Moyu was stunned.

"This dragon's bloodline is not pure, so even if you cultivate to this realm, you are still just a dragon!"

Qian Yuntong smiled slightly.

Qian Yuntong naturally wouldn't mention this dragon for no reason, I'm afraid that if he said this, he probably wanted Yan Moyu to deal with this dragon.

"Little friend, you also know that my brother and I have been trapped in this heart demon tribulation for 20,000 years, so I am ready to fight!"

Qian Yuntong said.

As early as more than 10,000 years ago, Qian Yuntong discovered the existence of this dragon, and the dragon at that time was just a spirit beast at the level of the Qiankun Realm, which was no different from an ant for Qian Yuntong.

But Qian Yuntong did not kill this dragon, but continued to feed this dragon with various natural treasures, this feeding is more than 10,000 years, and the weak dragon has now become a powerful spirit beast.

"What kind of cultivation is that Jiaolong?"

Yan Moyu couldn't help but ask.

"The Peak of the Heart Demon Tribulation!"

Qian Yuntong smiled slightly.

"Uh-"

Yan Moyu felt that his brain hurt a little, what kind of joke did he make to let him deal with a dragon at the peak of the Heart Demon Tribulation?

As for the reason why Qian Yuntong fed the dragon, Yan Moyu could guess a few points without asking.

It's just that Qian Yuntong really thinks that he can break the current predicament by relying on a dragon?

"Xiaoyou is willing to help me with this, after the matter is completed, the old brother will naturally not treat Xiaoyou badly!"

Qian Yuntong saw that Yan Moyu had a headache, and hurriedly said.