Chang Linwan's eyelids jumped again.

The Holy Son of the Chaos Holy Land was the richest person besides the Chaos Heavenly Venerable.

This wrench may seem small, but the wealth in it can make the unbalanced continent instantly turbulent.

This kind of turmoil is not only economic turmoil, but also can make countless powerful people crazy.

Wang Sheng opened the ring and looked inside, and the first thing he saw was a token.

The token has words on it, so it's not hard to read.

Chaos Holy Land, Holy Son Order!

What does this Nima mean?

His heart jumped, and intuitively, he felt that he had inadvertently eaten a big boss?

He asked Chang Linwan, who was hiding in the corner: "The one just now, Holy Son?" ”

Chang Lin Wanmu nodded.

He continued to ask, "The Holy Son of the Chaos Holy Land? ”

Chang Linwan continued to nod.

"I just accidentally ate him?"

Chang Linwan's expression remained unchanged, and his head nodded mechanically.

Got it, got it......

Wang Sheng felt that the wrench in his hand had become extremely heavy at this time.

He just killed a Holy Son of the Supreme Holy Land, what shit luck is this?

Skipping over the token, he coughed dryly, then looked into the space inside.

Inside, it's like a galaxy.

A meteorite is an object.

A spar with extremely refined energy, as well as a variety of treasures.

Not to mention, these things are just one word, eat!

Energy and spiritual power are not the same, they cannot be transformed, and these energy crystals can only be used to make formations.

In addition to herbs, there are also elixirs, as well as a variety of supernatural items.

For example, a kind of bone, after Wang Sheng ate it, the breath of his whole body became more pure, and his flesh became stronger.

In addition, there is also a kind of stone that can greatly increase the speed at which Jin Dan absorbs spiritual power.

In addition to this thing, there are a lot of divine gold, weapons and armor, and so on.

He searched and found a pair of boots made of bronze and gold.

The boots are well-crafted and extremely gorgeous.

Wang Sheng felt a pity, if he came to cast, this pair of shoes would at least be able to reach the level of Dao weapons.

There is also a spear, transparent silver-white, with a carved coiled dragon cast on it, and the dragon's tongue swallows the tip of the spear, which is quite gorgeous.

This is made of icy iron, and is generally used to add to weapons to increase their hardness.

Often, a little bit of Ice Iron can make the weapon harder and feel better due to condensation.

However, this can't be used entirely to forge guns.

In this way, the hardness is there, but it is very fragile, and there is no vertex toughness at all.

It may be able to penetrate the body of the hardest strong man, but it can't resist one of Wang Sheng's fingers at this time.

It's a pity.

Looking at the weapons again, they are all made of precious materials, and some of the innermost saint-level weapons are still covered with blood, so it is not so easy to obtain.

For example, the iron rod in front of him is a well-known saint-level weapon.

Even, the material is no longer weaker than the Tianzun weapon.

It is rumored that Sun Wukong's Ruyi golden hoop rod is cast by iron in the nine turns, which can be big and small, and weighs 13,500 catties.

This stick is obviously a primitive iron, and it has not gone through the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun, nor has it been refined by nine turns, let alone the merits obtained by controlling the water and Zhenhai.

But the iron stick was of astonishing material, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't leave a mark.

Of course, he still doesn't understand the black gas thing, and he doesn't dare to use it indiscriminately for fear of hurting the divine iron, and the power of the sun's true fire breath is too great to use it indiscriminately.

However, with so many things, Wang Sheng found that he didn't need them at all.

His mind swept across the wrench, and his expression moved.

Eating any elixir in it made Jin Dan's completion reach more than fifty percent, and he took out a few things from it.

A dead branch, a small porcelain vase, and a mask.

Finally, there's something that resembles a scroll that looks like a will.

Glancing at Chang Linwan lightly, Wang Sheng drove the guest directly: "I'm sorry, can you avoid it?" ”

Evade it? Can you say that? I was supposed to be here first. It's where I fought the Chaos Son.

I am a human power, you are also a human race, I am ready to die for the sake of the human race, there is no merit and hard work, right?

Don't say that you will share the loot with me, you won't even let me see it?

Is there any heavenly reason?

Chang Linwan felt that he was so, and wanted to stay for just two sentences, but in the face of that cold face, he found that he couldn't do it.

Glancing at the hands after the black qi dissipated, Chang Linwan finally chose to leave.

When he left, Wang Sheng took out the Jiaotai Sword in the past time, and with a stroke, the space suddenly surged and shattered.

This is to prevent others from having the means of surveillance.

Then he pulled a hilt out of his finger.

The hilt of the sword was covered with scars, and the ravines were vertical and horizontal, but it was just an ordinary hilt.

However, the hilt of the sword is very familiar, very familiar.

Wang Sheng suddenly remembered that the phantom of the Xuan Sword Fragment was originally carrying such a figurative sword and slashing the three races.

Even the saint-level powerhouses inside did not escape.

The hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword?

Unexpectedly, it was hidden in Chaoszi.

His heart is sinister!

Wang Sheng sighed, this Chaos Son was actually a character, and he actually hid the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword.

He probably thought that the Terrans would have remnants to find the Holy Sword, and the Xuanyuan Sword could still locate each other.

Sooner or later, one day will find him here, and then ......

Terran hopes are dashed.

Perhaps, he could still rely on this hilt to obtain the complete Xuanyuan Sword.

It's a pity, it's a pity that Wang Sheng unexpectedly ended the other party's small abacus.

Divine Sense probed into the hilt of Xuanyuan's sword, but he did not find the existence of the sword spirit.

It seems that the Xuan Sword fragment is likely to be the only one.

This was only a part of the knowledge of Xuanyuan Sword, and he remembered it firmly in his heart after his divine sense swept it.

He took out the only piece of metal in his arms, which was left behind after the fragments of the Xuan Sword were completely shattered and decomposed.

The two touched each other, and the Xuan Sword fragment trembled slightly, returning to tranquility.

Trembling a little!

Trembling a little!

！！

Wang Sheng was immediately overjoyed, maybe he didn't need to go to the Honghuang to find his master, he found the rest of the Xuanyuan Sword fragments, and from time to time he could resurrect the Xuanyuan Sword fragments?

"Ahh Broken iron, how can you thank me if I save you this time? ”

His mood suddenly improved.

Then look at the dead branches.

The dead branch was actually pulled out of his mouth.

I didn't expect this thing to be chewed, and even black gas couldn't corrode it.

The dead branches are unremarkable, but the branches are sharp, very tough and hard, and they are the most suitable for making a sword.

Others may be ecstatic, but for Wang Sheng, it is a chicken rib.

It's useless to eat, and it's a pity to throw it away.

Oh no, he can't bite it, he can't say it's useless.

(End of chapter)