Being able to change his life against the sky, and evading the soul dementorship technique cast by the Yuan Infant Monk's manipulation of the soul flag, the treasures that Ye Bufan possessed, just thinking about it made Liu Shancai's heart as hot as if it was being burned by fire.

He raised his foot and stepped on Ye Bufan's shoulder, leaned down to look, and found no storage bag on Ye Bufan's body, then bent down to open the front of Ye Bufan's blood-stained short coat, and reached out to touch the pocket on the inner layer of the short coat.

After some fumbling, there were only two small pieces of scattered silver in his hand, Liu Shancai shook it in the direction of the bright candle on the table, and couldn't see anything unusual about these two pieces of silver, so he bit it with his teeth without giving up, looked at the clear tooth marks on the silver, and threw the two small pieces of silver into the corner of the wall.

In disappointment, he turned his face and saw the contemptuous look on Ye Bufan's face, Liu Shancai raised his foot and crushed Ye Bufan's slightly collapsed chest, seeing that the corners of Ye Bufan's mouth overflowed with bright red blood foam with an extremely painful face, he collected his foot and squatted on Ye Bufan's side.

Pulling out the embroidered green short sword inserted in the ground, Liu Shancai looked at the peculiar shape of the short sword, the mottled sword body and the scarlet sword tip, and looked forward to it slightly. When the spiritual sense swept the entire short sword, there was another wave of disappointment in my heart.

The magic weapons of the cultivation realm are thousands of shapes, and the power is different, and the same ones are obtained from the heavenly and earthly treasures, and are made by the monks through the cultivation of the day after tomorrow, because the magic weapons themselves are obtained from the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and they will inherently carry energy fluctuations with different attributes. Liu Shancai didn't feel the reaction of the aura on the embroidered green short sword, nor did he feel the fluctuation of the divine consciousness sealed during the monk's sacrifice, even if the scarlet tip of the short sword looked extremely sharp, in his eyes, it was just a mortal iron worth some silver.

The repeated disappointments made Liu Shancai not want to waste any more time, and he gritted his teeth and pressed the short sword against Ye Bufan's throat.

"Tell me how you survived? I'll let you die a happy death."

Ye Bufan moved his head, lowered his eyelids and looked at the short sword against his throat, the sharp and abnormal tip of the sword emitted a cold breath, and the skin on his neck tightened for a while, Ye Bufan grinned the corners of his mouth slightly, closed his eyes, and suddenly straightened his neck and hit the tip of the sword.

The scarlet sword tip gently pierced the throat without pain, and after feeling a trace of coolness on the skin, there was a warmth of blood beads gushing out, Ye Bufan was weak, but the feeling was extremely clear, and he was looking forward to the pain of being pierced in his throat in the next second, but there was a voice of Liu Shancai being angry in his ears,

"I want to die! It's not that easy. ”

Liu Shancai hurriedly withdrew his short sword, and slammed the hilt of the sword on Ye Bufan's forehead with his backhand.

With a muffled "bang", the back of Ye Bufan's head hit the ground, and the force of the impact pulled a sharp pain from his slightly collapsed chest, Ye Bufan couldn't bear it and didn't hum, and his mouth was full of fishy sweet taste.

Opening his eyes and looking at Liu Shancai with an angry face, Ye Bufan didn't say a word, he guessed what Liu Shancai wanted from him, his eyes were provocative, his eyebrows were pulled, and he smiled mockingly.

Liu Shancai suppressed the killing intent that surged up in his heart for a moment, and stood up, threw away the short sword in his hand casually, and then stepped on Ye Bufan's forehead with his foot, and forcefully crushed the mocking look on Ye Bufan's face with his feet, and said coldly,

"Now I'm not afraid to tell you, it was the elders of the Tiancang Sect who destroyed your entire Shishanbao Village, and you killed yourself in my hands, tell me what I want to know and give you a good time, if it falls into the hands of the elders of the sect?" Liu Shancai smiled miserably, "After pumping your soul, you definitely don't want to taste the taste of soul refining, and then you just can't survive, you can't die." ”

Ye Bufan finally knew who the biggest enemy was, and from Liu Shancai's words, he thought of the scene of that night, and now with a little insight, he suddenly realized that his wife, children, and other people in the village might still be alive in the form of souls.

Ye Bufan twisted his neck to break free from Liu Shancai's feet, after struggling to no avail, the only little blood on his face was gone, and the little hope that had just risen in his heart was shattered by the pain and weakness that came from all over his body, coupled with the humiliation of being trampled on, Ye Bufan's eyes flickered, and he said weakly, "Okay, I'll tell you how I survived." ”

Liu Shancai retracted the right foot that stepped on Ye Bufan's forehead in ecstasy, and leaned down slightly to get closer to Ye Bufan's head.

Ye Bufan breathed slowly and slightly accumulated the little strength left in his body, his tongue moved, stirred the blood foam in his mouth, and muttered in a vague whisper, "I ..... dig ..... ..... in the mine."

"What did you dig up?"

Liu Shancai squatted down anxiously, grabbed the front of Ye Bufan's short coat,

Ye Bufan closed his eyelids slightly, and his voice became more and more indistinct: "It's ..... ..... dug up....."

"What?" Liu Shancai pulled Ye Bufan up: "Say it quickly!"

Seeing Liu Shancai's narrow face close in front of him, his scorched eyebrows sparsely fallen, and his long narrow eyes flashed with greedy light, Ye Bufan's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he opened his mouth and spit out the blood foam that had been in his mouth.

The strong fishy smell rushed straight to Yoo Sun-choe's nasal cavity, and the smell made his throat tight, and what was even more disgusting was that the blood foam on his face was mixed with sticky wisps of phlegm, like wriggling maggots slowly flowing down his cheeks. Liu Shancai was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his face, motionless as the blood foam and sputum quickly dripped on the navy blue robe and stained a small stain, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, pulling the originally narrow eyes that were now like leaf-shaped scimitars, and the blue tendons on his forehead suddenly jumped suddenly.

Looking at Liu Shancai's ugly state, Ye Bufan "Hey, hey, hey..... hahahaha....." The laughter was low, and the heart-rending pain from the wounds in his sternum and abdomen made the muscles in his face twist and look wanton and crazy.

Ye Bufan aroused Liu Shancai's strong murderous intent this time.

Liu Shancai grabbed Ye Bufan's throat with his left hand, and slowly strangled Ye Bufan to death, making people laugh madly, after the right hand that let go of the front of the short coat was raised slightly, the aura in the dantian ran to the palm, and the entire right hand glowed with a misty white light.

This palm was enough to smash a large piece of bluestone, Liu Shancai's eyes flashed fiercely, looking at Ye Bufan's mouth and nose wide open, his eyes had protruded into his sockets, and he was struggling to breathe every trace of air in his throat. Ye Bufan's dying appearance made the fierce light in Liu Shancai's eyes a little restrained, and the white light of the raised palm suddenly disappeared when he struck down, and then slapped heavily on Ye Bufan's heavenly spirit cover.

After a muffled sound, Ye Bufan lay on the ground silently, and the intermittent ups and downs of his chest could prove that he was still a living person.

The obsession with the treasure made Liu Shancai temporarily retract the killing opportunity again at the last moment.

Lifting the hem of his robe and wiping the blood on his face, Liu Shancai stood up and looked at Ye Bufan who had passed out with a gloomy face, and the thoughts that kept flashing in his heart made him hesitate.

It is impossible to hand over Ye Bufan to the elders of the sect, and if someone hands it over, the treasure will be lost. If you don't make friends, even if you have a few torture methods, looking at this man's chilling ruthlessness, most of them can't pry his mouth open.

If you want to get the treasure, there is only one way to take risks!

"Yuan Yin Search Divine Technique"

This is a technique that is widely spread in Zhongzhou Star but very few monks will perform it, because although it can get a glimpse of other people's memories, it is not only dangerous, but also has a great loss of spiritual power.

The world is big, the greed is the greatest!

Thinking about the treasure that could change one's life against the sky and resist the power of the Yuan Infant Monk, Liu Shancai felt that the loss of spiritual power and dozens of spirit stones was just like two sesame seeds thrown away in order to get a golden mountain.

Danger? Liu Shancai looked at Ye Bufan, who had passed out, and urged his spiritual sense to carefully sweep over Ye Bufan's body, and under the investigation of his spiritual sense, he only felt the faint spiritual energy remaining in the three bloodlines of Ye Bufan's body. As for spiritual power, Liu Shancai had never heard of a monk who was able to condense his spiritual sense during the Spiritual Gathering Period and possess the spiritual power to resist the cultivation of the Qi Refining Period.

Reminding himself of retracting the released spiritual sense, Liu Shancai walked to the wall of the secret room. Performing the Divine Search Technique, he raised his hand to the left and twisted the tiger-shaped beast head on the wall, and silently, the secret door made of fine iron quickly returned to its original position.

Liu Shancai returned to Ye Bufan's side, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth a little painfully, took out an emerald green pill from the storage bag on his waist and put it in his mouth.

Opening the tightly tied animal skin pocket, a very faint sweet smell wafted out of the animal skin pocket, this smell was like wild honey boiled in a pot, but Liu Shancai immediately turned his head and carefully took out a small section of dark red from the animal skin pocket.

In the vast sea of clouds and mist forests, some monks will find a haze full of animal bones, these places do not see a little sunlight all year round, the miasma of smoke is filled, the stench is tangy, and the evil breath is full of a kind of foot-high Shen Yu wood, this dwarf plant stem is shaped like a smooth phosphorus-white bone, only one leaf is born a year, and after giving birth to seven oval leaves, cut off the finger-thick phosphorus-white stem, after burning it will emit a sweet smell like wild honey, mortals will smell it will be crisp and soft, unconscious. This small piece of Shen Youmu in Liu Shancai's hand was soaked in the blood of the blue-eyed fox for a hundred days and then slowly dried in the shade, and after absorbing enough blood from the demon beast, the Shen Youmu turned dark red, and the smoke after burning can make people lose their minds and be ecstasized.

This strange dark wood is most suitable for the unsightly and private things in front of you.

Liu Shancai pinched the dark red Shen Youmu and approached the red flame of the bright candle on the table, and soon the Shen Youmu began to slowly smolder with curling white smoke, and the dark room began to be filled with a thick sweet fragrance. Liu Shancai placed Shen Youmu in front of Ye Bufan's head, and he sat cross-legged on Ye Bufan's side.

At the time of the tea, a small section of deep wood knuckle length turned into gray powder, the Qingxin Pill in Liu Shancai's mouth gradually dissolved, and the taste of wild honey gradually faded in the secret room.

Ye Bufan was already soft-boned, lying flat on the floor of the secret room like a puddle of mud, he passed out and now his strange eyes were open, his eyebrows were open, his lips were slightly open, and pink saliva was constantly flowing, the corners of his mouth on both sides were raised high, and his face was a dull and stupid smile.

This small section of Shen Youmu is twenty lower-grade spirit stones, which is distressing to use, and it is also worth the price. Liu Shancai looked at Ye Bufan, who was already in a dazed mind, and nodded with satisfaction, calmed his mind, pinched the meridian with his hand, and steadily collected the spiritual sense in the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, and the spiritual energy in the dantian began to operate.