"Master, we have to say okay, the soil beads belong to you, the things in this kid's storage bag, Xiaohong has to pick them first!" Xiaohong didn't even look at Rui Bujie, but bargained with Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng was also speechless for a while, could it be that he had brought the pure little red to ruin? That was really a sin.

Rui Bujie almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, he was also a ninth-order great mage, so he was despised by the two juniors in front of him, is it really good?

"Alas," Mu Zifeng sighed, "It's just this once, not the next one!" he shook his head and said.

"Okay!" Red excitedly flashed red with her gray eyes.

Don't forget, this is his first robbery.

"Old boy, you just cut it yourself, Lao Tzu is too lazy to do it. Xiaohong said to Ruibe Jie with a glance.

"Poof", Mu Zifeng couldn't help laughing.

"Boy, look for death!" The clay man still has three points of anger, not to mention that it is Rui Bujie, the acting sect leader of the Fengqi Sect who has always been high.

Although he couldn't see the cultivation of the two people in front of him, he had always been confident, thinking that even if he couldn't beat him, if he wanted to escape, if you could stop it, it would be counted as your urine.

I saw him raise his palm, and a stream of magic belonging to the ninth-order great demon master poured into his palm, causing the palm to gradually become black, and a fishy smell spread in the air, if it was a monk with low cultivation, even if he smelled it, he would faint.

Mu Zifeng frowned, and said in his heart: "No matter how virtuous this demon realm monk is, he likes to practice dark attribute exercises. ”

Xiaohong smelled the smell, but she was very excited, snorting her nose and sniffing deeply, with an expression of intoxication.

"Soul Destroying Palm!" Ruibe Jie roared, and a huge palm shadow in the shape of a small mountain in the shape of a three-zhang square circle slapped at the little red row like a sea of mountains, and in the palm of his hand, there was a faint black soul howling and rolling, so it was not scary.

Xiaohong glanced at the palm shadow contemptuously, stretched out her right hand, and pointed a claw at the palm shadow.

"Poof", the giant claw easily pierced the palm shadow, and did not stop, five three-foot-long nails suddenly skyrocketed, and in an instant, they grew to three zhang long, and in an instant, the five nails pierced through the body, Ruibe Jie was like a scone cake worn on a skewer in the world, and five and a half feet of holes were poked out of his body.

Ruibe looked at the five nails that passed through his body in amazement, held his last breath, and muttered, "You...... You are...... Demon King?"

Xiaohong grinned widely, and retracted her nails, Ruibejie's body fell to the ground with a thud, and in the five holes, blood gushed out, and his head tilted, and his soul was destroyed.

When he was dying, he didn't expect that he, a powerhouse in the middle stage of the ninth-order great magician, would one day be killed in seconds.

"Don't make it so bloody. Mu Zifeng glanced at Xiaohong. Reaching out and taking Ruibejie's storage bag, his mental power moved, and he erased the imprint on the storage bag.

Xiaohong leaned up and stuck her head out to look into the storage bag. Although he has transformed and cultivated to the level of a demon king, in addition to his instinctive vigilance, his spiritual power is only equivalent to the level of a second-order demon master, and in front of Mu Zifeng, he is not as good as a primary school student.

As soon as Mu Zifeng's spiritual power entered, he found a half-foot square earthy yellow jade box, he reached out and took it out, opened it and saw that an earthy yellow ball similar to a rugby ball was lying quietly in the jade box.

"Whew", the speed of the gossip map in my mind suddenly accelerated, and the demon borers lying on it raised their heads in unison, shook their heads and tails excitedly, and made a "squeak" cry, which was full of longing.

"Whoosh", before Mu Zifeng could react, the soil bead flashed and disappeared into his mind.

An ancient message also spread in his mind.

Mu Zifeng pondered for a long time, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

But as soon as I turned around, I was made to cry and laugh by the scene in front of me.

Mu Zifeng turned around and found that Xiaohong was pouting her buttocks, moving out the contents of Ruibejie's storage bag and throwing them all over the ground.

What Rui Bujie is holding is a high-grade storage bag, with an internal space of thousands of cubic meters, as the acting sect master of the Fengqi Sect, Rui Bujie has a lot of things to loot or greedy for ink. Therefore, after only a few moments, the place where the mountain bag was located was filled with things that Xiaohong took out of Ruibejie's storage bag, even higher than the original mountain bag.

Mu Zifeng was also speechless for a while, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing to have such a perverted existence?"

But Xiaohong was not tired of this, and moved out the contents of the storage bag as if offering treasures.

Mu Zifeng glanced at it, there were more than 80 million low-grade magic crystals alone, more than 600 medium-grade magic crystals, and two high-grade magic crystals, which had long been stuffed into Xiaohong's arms, because Xiaohong did not have a storage bag, so, plus the three two-foot square high-grade magic crystals that Mu Zifeng gave him before, a total of three two-foot square high-grade magic crystals were stuffed into his arms, even if he was tall and strong, he was like a pregnant woman, his stomach was bulging and tall, and he looked very funny.

But Xiaohong didn't realize it.

He pouted his buttocks, dangling around, his big basin-sized hideous face was occupied by his grinning mouth, and his gray pupils were full of small stars.

"Please, are you a demon king, how can you be like a bun who has never seen the world!" Mu Zifeng patted Xiaohong's bulging belly and said sarcastically.

Xiaohong smiled, looked at his bulging belly, and scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, he also felt that it was not a way to go on like this.

In Rui Bujie's storage bag, in addition to the magic crystal, there are some miscellaneous things, nothing more than cultivation pills, healing pills, exercise cheats, alchemy medicinal materials, refining materials, etc., although there are many, but the grade is not high, Mu Zifeng does not pay attention to it.

He only put some precious medicinal materials into his storage bag, which could be used to refine pills in the future.

"Hey, what is this?"

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed on a token, which was jet black, three inches wide and half a foot long, and had no other pattern except for a magic word, "Ling". The reason why he attracted Mu Zifeng's attention was because he found that his spiritual power couldn't see through the token.

"I'm afraid there is something strange about this token, and he easily put it in his storage bag. ”

Xiao Hong's eyes looked at Mu Zifeng as if he was doing a trick, and all of them were gone, and he was so greedy.

Touching his bulging belly, he said with a smile: "Master, my good master, can you give me a whole bag?" He pointed to the storage bag hanging on Mu Zifeng's belt.

"Do you want a storage bag?" Mu Zifeng squinted at Xiaohong, reached out and took out a storage bag from his arms, and tossed it in his hand.

"Yes, I want it!" Porco Rosso was drooling.

"But you can't. Mu Zifeng directly sentenced him to death.

In the little red and gray eyes, a flame slowly extinguished.

"But ......," Mu Zifeng stopped talking.

The fire in the little red eyes burned again.

"I knew that the master was the best for Xiaohong!" Xiaohong learned the woman's voice, and her body was also pressed towards him.

"Stop!" Mu Zifeng stretched out his hand and pushed on Xiaohong's bulging belly, and couldn't help blushing, "What's the matter, I don't know, I thought Xiaohong's belly was made by myself." ”

"If you don't talk well, don't talk about the storage bag, it's you, don't follow me!"

"Don't mind, master, isn't it okay for Xiaohong to talk well?"

"I want a storage bag, and if I have good things in the future, I have to pick the owner first. ”

The little red-gray eyes rolled twice, and said reluctantly: "You are the master, you pick first, you pick first." ”

"This is the appearance of a servant!" Mu Zifeng smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the mountain-like items flew back to Rui Xuanjie's storage bag in an orderly manner.

Then, he pointed to Xiaohong's forehead, handed him the method of opening the storage bag, and handed Rui Jujie's storage bag to his hand.

"Thank you, master!" Xiaohong pursed her lips and made a kiss in the air, but when he saw Mu Zifeng's face, the mouth shape instantly collapsed, "Hehe" laughed dryly twice, and won for a while.

The contents of the storage bag were taken out, put in, put in, and take out again, and had a lot of fun, as if he had never encountered such a fun thing in thousands of years.

Mu Zifeng shook his head and went with him.

He got up and wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he still paused.

With a wave of his hand, the corpses of Rui Juanjie and Kiki, who had died tragically, were swept into the black cave by him, and since the most important earth bead had been obtained, he also broke off the idea of entering the cave again, I am afraid that even if there is anything there, it will not be able to enter his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the hill returned to its original state, although it was not as neat as the original, but it was not much worse. Today, the mountain bag has indeed become a veritable burial mound.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, took out a clean set of clothes from the storage bag and changed them, and two lights lit up.

In Rui Bujie's storage bag, there happened to be a pale pink flying sword, which was a six-layer forbidden medium-grade magic treasure, which was used by a female cultivator at a glance, and I don't know if it was Rui Bujie who killed people and seized it, or if he bought it and was ready to give it to Xiang Hao, in short, it was refined by Mu Zifeng and handed over to Xiaohong.

Xiaohong held the flying sword used by the woman, and couldn't put it down, turning it over and looking at it. Mu Zifeng handed him the trick of controlling the flying sword, and at first, Xiaohong was a little stumbling when he controlled it, after all, he was equivalent to the spiritual power of a second-order magician. But with the kung fu of tea, he was familiar with the flying sword, and he controlled it like an arm.

Mu Zifeng didn't want to ride a flying sword with Xiaohong anymore, and when he came, this dead pervert put his body tightly against his body, making him uncomfortable all the way.

"Sisi, Ben Shao is here!"