This is a corpse of the Heavenly Qing Sect!

There were only endless knife cuts all over the body, and two of them were the heaviest.

One knife extends three inches under the dantian, passing through the spine, and there is not only blood flowing along the knife edge, but also a truncated broken intestine, and the other is an inch on the right side of the chest obliquely to the heart.

One knife wastes the opponent's cultivation, the other knife kills the opponent, and the rest of the knife wounds are not worried.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the surprised expression that the other party maintained before he died, and he might be very happy if the other party could break it a little.

Six blue runes, nine yellow runes only caused two fatal injuries to the other party, and the body is intact, it can be seen that the yellow "killing" character seems to be a bit useless in front of this kind of cultivation, only the blue rune can threaten their life and death.

But it's a pity that there aren't many blue charms in his arms.

"Alas, I hope the foundation is not all at your level. ”

Mao Zhenhuang sighed, and then squatted down in a bad mood and began to turn over the corpse, which was the first foundation he had chopped.

Cultivated in the Mandate of Heaven for the cut!

This kind of character would never appear on his hunt list, including the hunt list of any Heavenly Mandate Cultivator of the Guanlou Sect.

This matter can be bragged to others for a lifetime in the future.

And the broken Xuanjing Lushi card on the other party's neck is the best example!

His name is Zuo Chong, and Mao Zhenhuang remembered this Tianqing Sect dead ball.

In addition to a broken Xuanjing Lushi card, there was also a clear and clear long sword and a blue-black bracelet, Mao Zhenhuang turned around and left after making sure that the other party had nothing else, without stopping.

The movement here is too huge, and it is estimated that the foundation monk who is also riding a "big quail" in the sky has already paid attention to this place at this time, and he will not be able to leave at all if he does not leave.

For a long time to rush out of a stick of incense, looking at the three "big quails" flying in the sky one after another, Mao Zhenhuang squatted behind a stone and his back was cold.

Luckily, I ran fast!

The cat held back the stone for half an hour, and only after feeling safe did he let go of the heart he was carrying.

And then there was a giggle!

I couldn't wait to take out the long sword and bracelet and play with it.

The sword is a good sword, and a sword that can withstand the impact of fifteen "kill" characters and be so cold means extraordinary, and there are even more inscriptions on it.

"Leng Yueqing buries people's souls, and the only person who treats wine as a song!"

It is very in line with the murderous meaning of this sword, and this sword is also the best sword that Mao Zhenhuang has seen so far, it is considered the best of the Jindan period monks and below, and it is estimated that it is at least six or seven hundred Xuanjing, but the only regret is that he Mao Zhenhuang does not use this thing.

After secretly saying a pity, he stopped paying attention to the sword, and began to turn his head and stare at the Sumeru bracelet with his eyes shining.

The blue and black bracelet is intricately carved on it, and I don't know how long the dead Zhuji has been wearing it, the bracelet that was originally blue and silver has been rubbed black by the friction of the years, and it has been rubbed for a long time Mao Zhenhuang with a hint of anticipation.

Ecstasy!

Xuanjing piled up four small mountain bags in it.

A rough estimate of the minimum number of 10,000 pieces per pile, 40,000 in four piles!

Mao Zhenhuang suddenly found that with the addition of the Xuanjing in his own wine gourd, this thing seemed to have broken through the expectations he had hoped for.

More than 130,000 Xuanyang Crystals are only more than this number, and they will not be less than this number at all.

Mao Zhenhuang withdrew his consciousness and was stunned for a while at the magma sedimentary stone in front of him.

This is not a medium-sized mylite vein.

It's large!

Medium-sized ore veins will not produce so many Xuanyang Crystals at all, and he even saw three pieces of Xuanyang Crystals the size of a wheelbarrow in this person's Sumeru bracelet, and this kind of thing is not something that medium-sized Xuanjing veins can generate.

Mao Zhenhuang knew that things seemed to be more serious than he thought.

There are only a handful of large Xuanjing veins in the entire Central Continent, and there is only one vein in the eastern Daliang and Wu Kingdom that can reach this level.

That vein mountain is called Juqu.

And there is a sect on the mountain, called Huayang Tianzong!

This sect has been mining that mountain range for more than 1,000 years, and it has not been mined until now.

The more he thought about it, the more he didn't dare to think about Mao Zhenhuang, and finally even gave birth to the idea of returning to the Lou Sect and returning to Shao Hao Peak.

He didn't know if Xiang Hanqu didn't know how big this vein was, but he knew that if that old thing understood that this vein was not medium-sized but large, the first thing he would do would definitely not be Zongzhan.

It's fear!

I don't know how long it took me to be stupid, but Mao Zhenhuang felt that he had eased up, and he was a little bored when he looked back at his huge wealth.

Pouring a pile of silver "stones" into the wine gourd, Mao Zhenhuang turned his eyes to the pile of debris.

Among them, the rune paper accounted for a large part, grabbed the rune out and looked at it carefully, most of them were more than three hundred fire cloud runes, including more than a dozen Wei Ling spells, four or five ice cloud spells, and the few ten blue runes were the crossing cloud sky flying spells.

The fire cloud charm is popular, and the Wei Ling Fu and the Ice Cloud Charm he used to use before, which belong to the talisman spirit rune, which is considered to be the more expensive kind, and the Crossing Cloud Sky Flying Charm Needless to say, he Mao Zhenhuang used this talisman as the bottom of the pressure box, and the value of this talisman can be seen.

Not to mention the pile of Xuanyang Crystals, ten of these things is worth the risk he just had!

Mao Zhenhuang took a breath when he thought about it, if the other party hadn't been killed by Yin, he wouldn't dare to imagine the consequences of the two really colliding.

This person is by no means comparable to the thin monkey of the Xiang family, and the one who died can be regarded as a serious foundation.

Thinking of this, Mao Zhenhuang's gaze suddenly turned back.

The robe of the Tianqing Sect is useless, throw it!

Three Tianqing classics are useless, throw them!

Four low-grade flying swords are useless, throw!

A little food is even more useless, throw!

......

In the end, there was a bunch of colorful bottles and cans.

It's all medicine, and of course it's all good!

Mao Zhenhuang picked up a small jade bottle and shook it, it was powder.

I took off the plug and sniffed it, then poured out a little and licked it with the tip of my tongue.

"Bai Ziren, white grass root, loofah, there should be Fulong liver, phew!"

Sensing the taste from the tip of his tongue, Mao Zhenhuang muttered to himself for a while, spit out the medicine powder in his mouth, and put the bottle away.

This is a medicine for the treatment of trauma, and the scientific name should be called Breathing Wind and Dispersing.

It's not precious, but it's stronger than him, and this small jade bottle can't be bought without twenty or thirty Xuanjing, and one of them is very expensive.

There are a total of thirteen small jade bottles, 9 of which are powders and 4 are pills.

Of the 9 bottles of powder, five bottles of wounding medicine accounted for one, and three bottles of poison were removed, and one bottle of poison repellent evil insects.

Among the four bottles of pills, one is the neem Andan pill, which is used to treat the reverse order of aura and the atrophy of the meridians, and the other bottle is an anti-bleeding medicine for internal injuries, but Mao Zhenhuang doesn't know what medicine is, and only from the sense of taste, he found out the broken paper, Maozi, Jiang Banxia, and the rare anti-Mutong, which is sure to be a wound healing medicine in the bottle, and the remaining bottle is known to be eighteen pills of Bigu Dan.

That's good stuff!

There are more than a dozen Xuanjing, but the Heavenly Mandate Monk will not prepare this thing, and only the Foundation Building Period Monk will prepare it.

One pill for seven days of hunger, after eating, can increase their own absorption of heaven and earth aura, relying on this effect will not starve to death, but "weight loss" can definitely be done, and eating more addictive.

This is a good doctor who has been sick for a long time, and he forced out his ability in the northwest of Daliang back then.

There is no way, the sect will not care whether they live or die.

Now that he has practiced the low-grade herbs, he can know what it is as soon as he speaks on his tongue, otherwise he Mao Zhenhuang would not dare to attack the stacks of bottles and cans.

Of course, there are limitations!

He didn't recognize the yellow-orange coated honey pill in the last bottle in his hand.

Only one pill, even if the appearance is still sealed, Mao Zhenhuang can smell the rich aroma, and through the sallow coating, you can see the starlight on the pill, as dazzling as sandalwood.

Precious will definitely not be able to run, but I don't know how precious it is, and a drug like this kind of wax sealing will not be eaten for a period of time after breaking the sealing wall, and it will have to go to five or six for a very medicinal nature.

Mao Zhenhuang pinched this elixir and hesitated again and again.

After thinking about it for a while, he pulled off four or five hairs, kneaded them into a hair thread, attached them to a steel needle with spiritual energy, and stabbed the sealing wax pill in his hand, straight to the medicine wall.

Fragrant!

The smell of pulling out the hair is so fragrant that I feel dizzy.

Mao Zhenhuang hurriedly blocked this little bit of hollow with sealing wax, that is, he wanted to know the ingredients of the medicine, and he didn't want to keep a waste pill in his hand, so he could only do this.

Putting this trace amount of medicinal powder on the tip of his tongue, Mao Zhenhuang felt that the aura in the meridians was like a wolf smelling blood, and it was running rapidly, and in just a moment, it was enough to complete half a week, and the aura in the retracted dantian seemed to be missing a little!

After perceiving it, it was determined that it was not missing, but that the aura that was withdrawn from the meridians was condensed.

"Tsukidan!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the wax pill in his hand, and his stunned eyes almost didn't pop out.

There are few big pills in the world that can compress the aura, and he has also paid for the taste of a hundred years of ground ginseng!

Come to think of it, this is the only thing that can have this effect.

The astonishment was followed by ecstasy, and after the ecstasy was disbelief, and after disbelief, Mao Zhenhuang felt like he was dreaming.

Xuanyang Jing is worth three thousand, but Da Liang and Wu have never heard of anyone who can buy this thing with three thousand Xuanjing, and if they can buy it, there will be no character like Zhai Laoliu.

Holding this Zhuji Danmao True Yellow Silly Joy I don't know how long, when he calmed down, he took out the broken Xuanjing Lushi card and stared at it carefully.

Zuo Chong!

This person must not be a simple foundation of the Tianqing Sect.