Mrs. Jinse is well-informed, Ding Yingying must listen to her, and hurriedly bury the silver corpse that is about to be upgraded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 By the time she had reburied the silver corpse, Lady Jinse had already put the flesh and blood into the storage ring.

There are eight or nine hundred corpses in this body that are generally intact, and even the golden pill inside is still there. Although nearly half of the energy was lost in the half a day after the person died, because the people who participated in the war were basically monks at the peak of the Jindan, most of those Jindans still had the power of the middle and late stages of the Jindan. This surprised and delighted Mrs. Jinse, and put away all those golden pills to seal them so that their energy would not be lost.

Many human monks like to kill demons and take pills, for the large amount of essence energy contained in the demon pills. This is the case with the demon pill made by the monsters, and even more so with the golden pills formed by the human monks. Some evil cultivators and demon cultivators also like to kill people to take pills, but this practice is deeply rejected by human monks, and once discovered, they will be killed, so that phenomenon rarely appears.

But who is Mrs. Jinse? An out-and-out female devil, who regards human life like a mustard and a tonic, and kills if she wants to kill whether she has a grudge or not. As long as she feels the need, there is no pressure to kill the living and take the pill, let alone just take the pill of the dead.

Tens of thousands of Jindan monks died here, and only eight or nine hundred Jindan were obtained, and she was distressed that she had wasted too much. However, this is also unavoidable, after such a long time, it is already a great luck to be able to pick up eight or nine hundred such high-quality gold pills.

Shang Bai didn't care what Mrs. Jinse did, he just carefully collected the valuable things left on the battlefield. He first made a rain trick, causing a heavy rain in a small area, washing the flesh and blood residues from those remnants, and then he didn't pick and choose, and threw everything he saw into the storage ring. There were hundreds of intact storage rings he had picked up here, and he could fit as many things as he could.

When he collected these things, he also sacrificed the immortal flags, and received tens of thousands of souls that were still wandering here into the immortal flags, turning them into soul fruit.

Ding Yingying and Mrs. Jinse finished their own business, and they also came over to pick up the leftover things together.

Although they don't know what kind of treasure these dead people fought for to end up like this, they have now gained a lot of money. The things left behind by tens of thousands of Jindan monks, even if only one percent were preserved, were a huge fortune. What's more, more than one percent has been preserved. What's more, Ding Yingying and Mrs. Jinse are both ghost cultivators, and even those flesh and blood souls are of great value to them, and even the value is far higher than those magic weapon fragments.

The resources they had harvested in the melee between the Ten Thousand Beast Gate and the Cave Xuan Sect were already amazing enough, and this time's harvest was even farther than that one.

Just as they were busy harvesting resources, a sneer sounded behind them: "The two Daoists really have such a big appetite that they want to swallow the benefits to themselves." Aren't you going to leave a mouthful of soup for other people?"

The three of them froze, and they all turned around, and saw that more than a dozen Jindan monks had come behind them at some point.

Originally, under the divine consciousness of Lady Jinse, who was comparable to the middle of the Yuan Infant, this was impossible to happen. But now, like Shang Bai, she is immersed in the joy of harvest, forgetting to watch out for her surroundings, which is why this situation has appeared.

The dozen or so Jindan monks who appeared in front of them were all Jindan peak cultivators, and they had a strong murderous aura, obviously just after a fierce battle. They looked at Shang Bai and the three of them with very bad faces.

A monk whose clothes were stained with blood said, "What about so many corpses here? Did you get them? Where did they go? We still have dozens of brothers and sisters who died here, you should quickly return their bodies to me!"

"Ahh We don't know anything else, we don't know what the situation is about the body or something. ”

The person who sneered earlier said, "There are so many things left here by the monks of the sect, and you just three people want to get rid of it, your heart is a little too big, right?"

"There are a lot of things, but they are all fragments. We just felt that it was a shame to waste it, so we collected it. Shang Bai said, "If you want, there are still some here, let's collect them together." ”

Although he didn't want to give up the fragments, he still understood the rules of the seeer. Anyway, they have already taken away the good things, and the remaining fragments of magic weapons are not very valuable.

These people who came were not interested in the fragments of magic weapons scattered on the ground, they were just residues, and they could only go back to the furnace to re-smelt the refining materials, which were not of high value.

The man with blood on his clothes stared at Ye Xuan fiercely and said, "You really don't know where those corpses were?" ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't deceive people too much. Shang Bai said in a deep voice, "Allowing you to collect these magic weapon fragments as well is already giving you face." I'm going to give you all the storage rings, and I'm going to search my body, are you really thinking we're muddy?"

He had been very humble at first, and now he suddenly pulled his face down, which made the monks stunned for a moment, and then there was a sneer.

A monk said: "Boy, you have such a big mouth, just three of you, none of you are at the peak of Jindan, and you dare to talk back to us." You're not muddy, we're going to beat you into a mess!"

Another monk said: "You don't need to talk nonsense about these juniors, just bomb and kill them." Bombard them, and all their stuff isn't ours?"

There was also a monk who said: "Although I didn't grab the Luo Tian Secret Book this time, it is almost enough to get so many resources." Although those senior brothers died unworthily, they were better than those sects that died so many people but didn't get anything. ”

There was even a monk who shouted: "Boy, you are only a cultivator in the late stage of Jindan, and you are so arrogant. Tell me which sect you belong to. If your sect has some connection with this sect, let go of those things, and we can still spare your lives. ”

Another monk objected: "If you take their things, you can't spare their lives." Otherwise, it will be a big trouble to get outside. You will only be clean if you kill them. ”

"Yes, yes, kill them!"

The monks roared.

Shang Bai smiled coldly and said, "Kill me?" ”

If the other party had dozens of Jindan peak monks, he would have to weigh whether he would use the stealth spirit rune to escape. But with only a dozen people, he didn't even bother to activate the stealth spirit rune. After all, there were very few remaining uses of that invisibility spirit rune, and it couldn't be wasted on this group of people.

When he spoke, he glanced at Ding Yingying.

Ding Yingying understood and took out the hundred ghost flags. With a slight dance, a yin wind hits. In the blink of an eye, the basin was full of gloom, ghosts were screaming and chirping, and a hundred ghost arrays trapped the dozen monks, and hundreds of fierce ghosts screamed and pounced on those monks.

The Hyakki-banner doesn't just provide mana to the ruler, it's an attacking weapon in itself. A hundred ghost banners can be derived from a hundred ghost array, which is both offensive and defensive, and its power is amazing.

This is the first time that Ding Yingying has used the Hundred Ghost Array to fight the enemy after refining into a Hundred Ghost Banner, and he has dealt with more than a dozen Jindan peak cultivators whose cultivation is much higher than his own at one time.

The monk whose clothes were covered in blood shouted angrily, "They are ghost cultivators, and they must have taken those corpses." Except for ghost cultivation, there is no one who wants corpses anymore. Boy, quickly return the bodies of our brothers and sisters!"

"I don't want the bodies of your senior brothers, but it's very easy to send you to meet them!" Lady Jinse said with a sneer outside the formation, "You juniors are really so bold, you dare to rob my things, and you don't bring such a thing when you look for death." ”

One of those monks said, "With these ghosts you have refined, they can't hurt us at all." It won't be long before we're out of the picture, and then it's your time to die!"

"Really?" Ding Yingying smiled leisurely, "Did I forget to tell you - my real killing move hasn't been used yet?"

The cultivation of the hundred ghosts in Ding Yingying's hundred ghost flags is still not enough, and the large array laid out is not too much of a problem to deal with a dozen Jindan mid-to-late stage monks, but it is still a bit insufficient to besiege a dozen Jindan peak monks. One by one, they pounced, not only unable to break through the mana shields of those monks, but also gradually causing their own power to fall.

"The attack method is too simple, and you still have to refine the attack magic weapon for them. Ding Yingying shook her head, a little dissatisfied.

Now although the hundred ghosts in the banner are already in the Yin Dan realm, they are at the level of powerful ghosts. However, they don't have a magic weapon to attack, they can only rely on their main body to attack, and their power is much worse. Ding Yingying thought that Lady Jinse had collected the remains of so many Jindan monks this time, and thought to herself, "Just bring them over to refine the White Bone Sword." That's enough wreckage for each of them. ”

The White Bone Sword is a magic weapon recorded in the "Xuanyin Record", which is refined from bones and is suitable for the use of the soul body. Ding Yingying used to think that the killing caused by refining it was too big, so she ignored it. But now that she has so many materials, she wants to refine them again.

Those monks were only frightened when they were trapped by the Hundred Ghost Array, but now they were relieved to see that they couldn't attack their own defenses at all, and their attack power was still decreasing little by little. In their opinion, in half a quarter at most, this large array would collapse due to insufficient energy. After the Great Array was broken, the three monks who were only the tallest of the late stage of Jindan, in their hands, there was only one way to die.

A monk sneered: "If you have any ability, use it, see how we break it!"

"Hehe, is it?" Ding Yingying sneered.

"If you have any ability, just do it, uncle!" the monk cried out arrogantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an extremely dangerous aura rise, and a black shadow rushed towards him. I screamed badly in my heart, and I felt a sharp pain in the dantian, and the golden pill that I had cultivated for more than a hundred years left my body. Then there was another tingling in the chest. And then, there's nothing to be done.