On the top of a mountain, Lu Chunliang took a long breath, absorbed all the turbid qi in a radius of 100 zhang, and was transformed into the purest immortal power by the Huayuan Great Dao Seal, supplementing the previous consumption.

He had just refined a few remnant souls, some golden and some silver, and he had learned a lot of memories, and he was slowly digesting them.

"There is not much immortal luck contained in a golden remnant soul, even if I refine and devour a hundred golden remnant souls, I'm afraid it is not much different from what I get from refining a dusk turbid immortal, the remnant soul is a remnant soul after all." Lu Chunliang sighed, since he stepped into the position of the Golden Immortal, he had a clear demand for the needs of the Immortal Fortune, if he went further, if he wanted to step into the position of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, I am afraid that he would have to refine a thousand golden remnant souls!

That's a lot of money

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