"Ah," this time, a middle-aged foundation-building demon cultivator let out a miserable scream, only to see his eyes glaring hideously, with an expression of disbelief and relief.

He stretched out a hand to cover the position of the dantian and inserted his hand into the dantian.

The two sub-cue balls pierced through his defensive magic weapon respectively, and a fist-sized hole appeared in his chest and dantian.

Then his body smashed to the ground. Not long after, a faint Yuan Shen broke away from the corpse and ran into a Qi cultivation disciple next to him.

In the midst of the big array, there was a scream.

[Macbeth: Alas, do evil! 】

[Kiss Alpha: Is the Immortal Cultivation World so cruel? Afraid! 】

[Little fairy in the fairy world: Upstairs, this is the cause and effect of the demon gate itself, and it provokes people who can't be messed with. 】

[Mermaid's tears: Little fairy, so much evil energy, can the anchor bear it? ] So many lives,]

[Little fairy in the fairy world: On the contrary, not only is there no evil spirit, but the anchor has also accumulated yin virtue. These demon cultivators will die sooner or later, and they are not accepted by the Heavenly Dao. 】

[Vampire Rose: Ah! The blood of immortal cultivators must be very delicious, so I really want to come to this immortal cultivation realm! 】

[Kiss Alpha: Perverted.] 】

[Macbeth: Metamorphosis +1]

…..

There were many chat messages scrolling in the live broadcast room, with mixed reviews, but Yan Bin didn't pay attention. He kept looking at the demon cultivators in the big array.

……

Messed up, messed up. The demon cultivators in the big array were frightened, their hearts collapsed, some were hallucinating, some were snatching magic weapons, chaos was rampant, and it was a matter of time before they perished.

"Your Excellency, I am already the one who has lost my life, please raise your noble hand."

Black Heart Sect Master Hei Yan begged bitterly, because it had been more than half a day, and he couldn't destroy the fog cover of the Great Array at all.

His mind was also destroyed by the fear of death, and what made him desperate most was that he could not even touch the shadow of his enemies.

"Senior, spare your life, as long as you spare my life, you are my father."

"This little friend, spare your life."

"Let us out."

"Your Excellency, as long as you spare my life, I am willing to give you all the spirit stones and magic weapons."

"Your Excellency, raise your noble hand, I am willing to give you the entire sect."

"You don't have to die well, and I won't let you go as a ghost."

The demon cultivators in the big array all begged for mercy without shame, and some even knelt down and kowtowed. For a while, there was a lot of noise.

Yan Bin closed his eyes and was unmoved. simply cut off the stealth and stood in the air with his back hand. Turning a deaf ear to the cries of pleas for mercy and insults in the great array.

He looked at it from a distance, and when he saw the demon cultivator in the Qi cultivation period returning from outside, he set up an ambush to kill him.

Fortunately, this is a demon gate, and there are no mortals living within a hundred miles of it, so no one will know what is happening here.

As the whole day passed, there were fewer and fewer demon cultivators alive. The Great Array also took special care of the Black-Hearted Sect Master and the Demon Cultivator in the Foundation Building Period, who had already died thoroughly.

After another half a day, Yan Bin carefully determined that everyone in the array had been killed, and after all the primordial spirits had dissipated, he returned to mid-air.

He looked into the large array, where there was a river of blood, and there were corpses and corpses everywhere.

[Codename New Tank: Yue! This is hell. 】

[Vampire Rose: You're too daring. 】

[Fishman's tears: Spit up.] We fish-people are the kindest, it's scary. Go first for respect! 】

[System: Thanks to the tears of the fish man, 50 ginseng fruits as a gift!] Anchor Popularity: 1753 points]

[System: Thanks to the little fairy in the fairy world, 1 rocket as a gift, anchor popularity value: 5753 points]

……

The anchor room was very lively, but Yan Bin ignored it, the system would help greet distinguished guests, and he just had to do his own thing.

As soon as he stretched out his hand to summon, all the thunderbolt cue balls returned to his hands.

Without sorrow or joy, he jumped from the flying sword and entered the courtyard on the ground. As soon as he picked his fingers, an ordinary disciple's storage bag flew into his hand.

When I opened it, there were only a few inferior spirit stones and a bunch of tattered demonic weapons.

"Could it be that what the demon cultivator said is true, those are the disciples who transported the spirit stones." He muttered to himself.

I opened a few more storage bags one after another, and it was still the same. It seems that this low-level brother of the Demon Dao is not having a good time.

He was no longer entangled, and came to the side of the corpse of the black-hearted ancestor, and actually found five storage bags. This Jindan Demon Cultivator is really too rich.

Then, he searched for three more storage bags for the Demon Cultivation Period, for a total of nine storage bags.

Carefully putting away the storage bag, he jumped onto the flying sword and circled the black-hearted door, but did not find such a place as the Library Pavilion.

He didn't delay any longer, flew into the air, took out hundreds of fireball charms, and scattered them casually, and the fireball charms fell on the corpses on the ground, all of which turned to ashes.

After doing this, he decided to stealth, flew out, and left the territory of the Black Heart Gate.

After a few more days, he returned to the refining shop in Tianxing Zongfang City.

On this day, in the dead of night, he laid down the isolation formation in the refining vessel, carefully observed the surroundings, and there was no movement.

He took out all the storage bags. First, bring the five storage bags of the Jindan Demon Cultivator and explore the items inside.

The first storage bag contained 100,000 spirit stones, the Jindan Demon Cultivator was really rich, and the spirit stones were much more than the average Jindan stage monk.

Yan Bin happily swept the spirit stones with his divine sense, and these were all medium-grade spirit stones, which could be directly used to absorb mana.

The second storage bag was the Demon Cultivation Top-Rank Magic Weapon, and he didn't have much interest in these.

I only have some interest in the blue sword of the black-hearted sect master, and this blue sword is actually coated with a poison called bitter truth, which can pollute mana, and it is extremely poisonous.

He carefully put away the sword, thinking that the rest of the magic weapons could be sold in batches, and it was another large amount of spirit stones.

The third storage bag actually contained several thousand-year-old spirit grasses. There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and he looked at it roughly, and the quality was good and it was put away.

Before it was time to use the spirit grass, the original owner's alchemy was not proficient, and he was concentrating on refining weapons and formations.

These spirit grasses will be taken out to refine the pill when they concentrate on cultivation.

The fourth storage bag contained some books, cheats, and cultivation secrets, as well as a pill recipe that could effectively increase the success rate of the pill.

There were also many pills, and there were so many that he didn't identify them one by one.

Fortunately, the name of the pill is pasted on each bottle of pill, and the name is the pill needed in the Jindan period.

Although he has not yet built a foundation, it is already a great opportunity to get these.

The fifth storage bag contained some insect eggs, and when he looked closely, he couldn't identify which kinds of insect eggs they were, so he didn't bother with putting them down.

Then, he opened the nine storage bags of the three foundation-building period demon cultivators, all of which were some demonic weapons, dozens of centuries-old spirit grasses, eight thousand inferior spirit stones, and pills used by foundation-building period monks.

"Hahaha." He couldn't help but laugh a few times, because among these storage bags, he found twelve Tsukidan, "There is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them." ”