Yan Moyu's eyes lit up, and he said: "This is a good thing, the treasure that the Sword Saint has condensed with his sword qi in his life is more than one Blood Essence Pill, and I will give you two more Blood Essence Pills!" ”

Nie Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "Thank you, if I can live another life, I will be grateful in the future!" ”

For Nie Feng's words, Yan Moyu didn't take it to heart. If this sword saint can really live for another life, I'm afraid the first thing he will do when he crawls out is to slaughter him, a kid who dares to knock him out.

And when Yan Moyu wanted to make a third deal with this sword saint Nie Feng, the dead qi around this tombstone began to condense, Yan Moyu saw this and hurriedly urged the flames on his body, and when the fire on his body was flourishing, those dead qi were burned away.

Faced with this situation, Yan Moyu's face changed, and he couldn't help but start to guess, can it be said that there can only be two transactions when such a situation occurs, and there can't be a third time? In addition to this possibility, Yan Moyu really couldn't imagine that there were other possibilities.

The current Yan Mo Yu's teeth are itching, he knows that there must be a lot of good things here in that Dao Nie Feng, but because of this situation, Yan Mo Yu can't continue to trade.

Fortunately, there are thousands of tombstones of the strong in this heavenly burial place, even if each tombstone is only traded twice, Yan Moyu can also trade a lot of treasures!

And each time it was a transaction twice, and there was no transaction for the third time, so naturally there was a situation where he traded with the Sword Saint Nie Feng for the third time before, which is enough to show that the situation that Yan Moyu guessed before was only three was accurate.

However, this situation also made Yan Moyu guess in his heart, maybe the person who was buried in that place. While giving these monks who are about to run out of life hope to live, they are constantly exploiting these monks. After all, they can squeeze out the treasures of these warriors little by little, and when those monks are squeezed dry, perhaps what awaits these monks is the most tragic fate.

"This senior, you see that I have so many Yuan Stones and Pills in my hands, aren't you impressed?"

"What, senior, you want a bottle of Blood Essence Pill, this price is not cheap, you have a Desolate Ancient Secret Treasure, this feeling is good, this bottle of Blood Essence Pill is yours."

"Senior, you are really a good eye, the blood in this blood essence pill is enough for the seniors to last for thousands of years, and it is definitely not a loss to exchange a high-grade spirit soldier for it."

At this time, Yan Moyu had already turned into a seller, and he was smiling and selling the blood essence pill in his hand to the owner of a tombstone.

Although he is also worried about Yu Duhuan's situation now, he still has more things to do after knowing that Yu Duanhuan's life is worrying for the time being.

The current situation is urgent, but there is no urgency, and you still have to remember to prepare for leaving this burial place later.

The people who can be buried here are all the peak powerhouses on the continent, they are worth a lot of money, and the spirit soldiers and secret treasures are not so important to them. The monks who will bury themselves in the place of heavenly burial are all with the idea of wanting to live another life, and for this goal, they can even give up everything, and a mere spiritual soldier is simply not worth mentioning compared to living another life.

"The Sky Splitting Lion King, well, it should be an extremely powerful demon clan."

Yan Moyu looked at the words on the tombstone and smiled slightly, this was the first time he had encountered the tombstone of the demon clan, compared to meeting the human race, Yan Moyu was more afraid of encountering the demon clan.

Who is he?

He Yan Moyu is the Demon Emperor, the emperor of the Demon Clan!

"Bang Bang!"

Yan Moyu patted the tombstone unceremoniously.

"Roar!"

A lion's roar came from underground, and it seemed to carry a hint of anger.

"Who dares to disturb the king's eternal sleep, I will eat you!"

A huge lion's claw flew out of the ground and pressed towards Yan Mo Yu.

Yan Moyu frowned slightly, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away, successfully avoiding the other party's claws.

"Hey, I avoided it!"

The Heaven Splitting Lion King under the ground also looked at Yan Moyu with a very surprised look.

Although it is said that after being buried in the place of heavenly burial, they will reduce the consumption of their spiritual power as much as possible, and this claw of his does not even have one ten-thousandth of the strength of his heyday, but in his opinion, it is more than enough to deal with a monk in the early stage of heartbeat, but what he didn't expect was that the other party actually avoided it.

"Could it be that after this king was buried in the Heavenly Burial Land, the monks of the human race were so powerful?"

The Sky Splitting Lion King couldn't help but snort coldly.

In the ancient era, the identity of the Heaven Splitting Lion King among the demon clan was also extremely respected, and he had enslaved hundreds of thousands of human monks to serve him.

"You're not hospitable."

Yan Moyu's brows tightened.

"Hospitality? You are worthy of it? ”

The Sky Splitting Lion King looked at Yan Moyu with disdain and laughed.

This Split Sky Lion King was obviously not such a talkative type, and it was very difficult to trade with him, so Yan Moyu quickly gave up the idea of wanting to trade with him and turned around to leave. “

Hmph, I want to go, you kid woke me up and walked away like this? Hmph, leave me all the treasures on you. ”

The Sky Splitting Lion King smiled coldly at Yan Mo Yu, and his lion claw pressed down on Yan Mo Yu again. “

"What do you want to do?"

Yan Mo Yu frowned and shouted at the Sky Splitting Lion King.

"Hehe, boy, I don't know where you come from, but I'm going to decide on your treasures."

The Sky Splitting Lion King smiled and said.

In the past two days, Yan Moyu has made deals with many powerhouses in the ancient era in the place of heavenly burial, and if they have the heart, many strong people have noticed Yan Moyu, a "human" monk who is not high in cultivation but is very rich.

As for Yan Moyu's identity as a demon clan, no one has discovered it until now.

In the eyes of those strong people, Yan Moyu, a guy who only has a heartbeat period of cultivation, is no different from an ant in their eyes, and if the Sky Splitting Lion King wants to kill Yan Moyu, he just needs to blow his breath, and if he kills Yan Moyu, then the treasures on him are all his, so why should he make any deal with Yan Moyu?

"Boy, as long as you obediently hand over the Yuan Jing and the pill on your body, I can still spare you from dying, otherwise-"

When the Sky Splitting Lion King said this, he also made a threatening gesture towards Yan Moyu.

"Hmph, look for death!"

A scabbard suddenly appeared in Yan Moyu's hand, and as soon as the scabbard lit up, a sword qi crossed the sky, and slashed straight down at the claws of the Heaven Splitting Lion King.

"This is the Sword Saint Nie Feng's—"

Seeing this, the Sky Splitting Lion King was shocked and immediately withdrew his claws.

With the strength of the Heaven Splitting Lion King, he naturally would not be afraid of the sword qi that was just cut out of the scabbard, unless it was the Sword Saint Nie Feng himself, otherwise even if he brought his long knife, he would not be able to help the Heaven Splitting Lion King.

But in this Heavenly Burial Place, every bit of spiritual power is extremely precious, and if the Heaven Splitting Lion King really fights this sword qi, the spiritual power he will consume will also be terrifying. Although he could easily kill Yan Moyu, he had to consider whether it was worth it!

"Nie Feng, this little ghost, actually gave you all the scabbards he was carrying, what benefits did you give him?"

The Heaven Splitting Lion King couldn't help but ask Yan Moyu.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Aren't you going to make a deal with me, then I'll make a deal with you now!"

The Sky Splitting Lion King's face changed, and he actually had some intention of flattering Yan Moyu. But where is Yan Moyu still willing to make a deal with this Split Heaven Lion King now, Yan Mo Yu knows in his heart that once he gets close, maybe this Split Heaven Lion King will directly give him a claw down, and with his current body, he can't afford to resist the claw of the Split Sky Lion King.

The Sky Splitting Lion King smiled coldly and said, "Do you think you have a choice, no one can stop what my Sky Splitting Lion King is going to do, you either hand over all the things on your body, or I will snatch it from your corpse." ”

"That's a good dare, you have such a plan, then you will crawl out of this grave and kill me!"

Yan Moyu also replied with a sneer. In the past two days, he was not just busy exchanging with those strong people, but also investigated this place well, and after research, he came up with a possibility.

Those ancient powerhouses who had retained their consciousness before they were alive were now spirit corpses between the dead and the living, and the aura representing the living and the dead were present in their bodies at the same time. If their own spiritual energy is scarce, their spiritual power is stronger than that of dead energy, and little by little they convert all the dead energy in their bodies into spiritual energy and spiritual power, then they can climb out of the grave and live another life. However, if the spiritual power in their bodies is eroded by the death qi, then the consciousness they retain will also be extinguished, and they will turn from a spirit corpse into a real walking corpse.

Burying oneself underground can minimize the consumption of one's spiritual power, and it can also resist the erosion of death qi in the place of heavenly burial.

In the previous time, those strong people who traded with Yan Moyu at most stretched their palms out of the ground, and it was just a matter of an instant, and it was through this situation, combined with his own experiments, that Yan Moyu came up with such a guess.

Therefore, in Yan Moyu's opinion, if the Heaven Splitting Lion King really dared to expose his body to the Heavenly Burial Land, then the spiritual power he had accumulated for many years would probably be exhausted in a short period of time, and he wanted to live another life? Dream on!

"You kid—"

Hearing Yan Moyu's words, the face of the Splitting Heaven Lion King changed greatly, he had been buried in this Heavenly Burial Place for so long before he had a certain understanding of the rules of the Heavenly Burial Land, this kind of rule would not be told to Yan Moyu no matter who he was, so that he would be passive, so how would the other party know this rule?

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a tombstone about ten miles away from the Heaven Splitting Lion King shattered, and a terrible scream came from underground.

"What's going on?"

Yan Moyu, who heard this scream, couldn't help but change his face greatly, and he felt great resentment in this terrible scream.