The Holy Son rolled at Yechen's feet, wailing, and the original curse turned into a cry for mercy: "Yechen, please, let me go, please." ”

Thick unwillingness occupies his heart, he is the promising holy son of the Soul Refining Sect, he is the proud son of the sky selected from countless young people, he has supreme power, the future is unlimited, he doesn't want to die like this.

The severe pain made his spirit collapse, and he boasted that he was strong-willed, but this time he realized that his so-called firm will was nothing in front of the eighteen palms of purgatory.

There was resentment flashing in his eyes, how he wished that it was himself who was standing at the moment, and it was Yechen who was rolling on the ground.

It's a pity that whether it is a plea or a curse, Yechen is indifferent and looks at him as if he is watching a good show.

"Holy Son, save Holy Son. "The lucky Soul Refining Sect people rushed to the scene with their lives, and then they were stopped and killed by Meng Xinqi and others.

Meng Xinqi's side was the first to finish the matter and took the lead in killing the masters of the Soul Refining Sect.

Then several people stepped forward and looked at the Son who was rolling on the ground and wailing.

"Tsk!" Meng Xinqi smiled happily, "It is rumored that the Holy Son is handsome and chic, and his elegance is peerless, but now it seems that this is indeed the case, this rolling posture and this wailing voice are different from others." ”

The little fat man stepped forward and kicked the Holy Son fiercely with his foot, and then said with a smile: "Hahaha, Master Dou is also the one who kicked the Holy Son, and he can take it out and blow it for the rest of his life in the future." ”

"You, you!" the Son wailed, the humiliation made him even more unwilling and angry, "you have the ability to give me a good time. ”

"Think beautifully. Meng Xinqi smiled sweetly, "We are very hospitable. ”

"Ah, I killed you. The Son wailed, his right hand clenched suddenly, and there was a silver flash, but the great pain made his hand continue to let go, and continue to roll.

Yechen on the side shouted and smiled shallowly, as if he was watching the most interesting thing in the world, which made the Holy Son feel so aggrieved to die.

The trembling of the Holy Son slowly weakened, black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and black blood flowed out of his body, and the whole person became a bloody person, his body twitched slightly, the amplitude became smaller and smaller, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Lan Wen stepped forward and finally cut off the head of the Holy Son with a sword.

The little fat man was quick-eyed, snatched the flying wooden stick in the hand of the Holy Son, and then held it in his arms, looking at several people with a nervous face: "This time I have the most effort, this is mine, no one can rob me." ”

Yechen smiled: "Since you want it so much, it's yours." Clean up the battlefield and we'll split the spoils. ”

The so-called cleaning of the battlefield is to collect the wealth of the dead people, and it took nearly an hour for everyone to do these things.

The little fat man kept trying to use his newfound flying stick, and gradually became familiar with it, and it made him very happy to see that no one was snatching this treasure from him.

The loot was finally counted, in addition to treasures and pills, there were very few gold coupons, perhaps knowing that entering this place was a life of death, many people left the gold coupons to their families, and only took life-saving things on the road.

The pills were very rich, and in the storage ring of the Holy Son, there were even six fifth-grade pills, and as for the fourth-grade pills, there were seventy-eight pills.

As for sharp weapons, there are even more, and each of these Soul Refining Sect people has at least one sharp weapon.

The treasure armor on the Holy Son's body turned out to be a king-level magic weapon, but it was not easy to distribute this magic weapon.

Although Yechen also wanted it, he believed that there must be something better in the future, and he didn't want to take other things because he took the treasure armor.

It stands to reason that Wang Ziyu has made a lot of efforts along the way, but he has not received anything good, this sword should belong to him, but the style of the treasure armor is male, and the armor on Wang Ziyu's body is better than that of the Holy Son, so it is not suitable for her.

The same is true for Meng Xinqi, although the treasure armor is also very valuable to her, it is not a necessity.

The little fat man wanted to, but he was directly ignored by the three of them when he had just brought a flying stick.

In the end, Yechen said: "Put the treasure armor here first, let's go to the kobold wing clan's lair first to see what good things are, and then distribute the treasures." ”

"Good!" the crowd replied.

Then, Wang Ziyu, Meng Xinqi, and Little Fat Man suddenly rose into the air.

Yechen said lightly below: "You are not afraid of encountering any natural formations or the like, or the powerful Koboldyi Clan who still survives?"

Yechen can't fly, but you can't let them finish their things first.

Meng Xinqi fell from the sky and said with a smile: "I'll take you for a ride." Then he took Yechen's hand and flew up.

Meng Xinqi's hands are very soft, like bonesless, but the skin is very smooth and elastic.....

The group flew cautiously and finally stood at the entrance to the lair.

From a distance, the thatched and twig-like nest resembles a bird's nest, but inside, it is revealed that the nest is very grand, like a giant palace, which explains why it can accommodate so many kobolds.

It's very wide inside, but there is a strong smell coming from it, there is no way, as a beast-like existence, they can't have the concept of hygiene.

When everyone entered the lair, they saw countless tree trunks lying horizontally above their heads, presumably the original place where the kobolds slept and rested, but now it was empty.

There are also many corpses and bones of the Doghead Wing Clan, some of the corpses have decomposed, and most of them are only dry bones, but everyone's eyes are attracted by a corpse diagonally above the opposite side.

The corpse was placed on a high platform built in the middle, the corpse was larger than a normal kobold, with a height of two meters, and the body had dried up and turned into a dried corpse.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the wings of this corpse.

The wide black flesh wings are like the wings of a bat, and even if the owner has been dead for a long time, there is still a fine light flowing on it, shining brightly.

Meng Xinqi suddenly said: "This is a pair of treasure bones, no, treasure meat, anyway, they are good babies." ”

The warmed bones and teeth left by the peerless master can be turned into treasure bones, and this pair of meat wings is a treasure that has been warmed by his master's strength, even if countless years have passed, they still shine brightly.

As you can imagine, his former master must have been very powerful.

The little fat man exclaimed, "What's the use of these meat wings, can you eat them?"

Yechen muttered: "You can refine him into wings, if this pair of wings is successfully refined, it will at least be an emperor-level treasure." ”

"Emperor!" the little fat man gasped, then looked at the stick in his hand, thinking it was garbage.

Yechen said lightly: "Any treasure that can fly has reached the king level, don't underestimate the wooden stick in your hand, it's just that you haven't found it useful." ”

"That's right. The little fat man smiled again.

There was some silence.....

Wang Ziyu glanced at Yechen and said lightly: "It's too ugly to carry a pair of meat wings, I'm not interested." ”

Meng Xinqi smiled: "My Liuyun hairpin is more beautiful than this, better than him, so I don't like this wing." ”

As for the little fat man, when he got the stick, how embarrassed was he to speak.

"Thank you. Yechen said in a deep voice, he knew that he was not disliked, but deliberately gave it to him.

(End of chapter)