695 The silence of a group of monks

"I just don't want to expend my energy, but I'm not afraid of you. Since you want to fight, you and I will fight. ”

The anger of the real man came up, and with a move of his hand, he sacrificed his great magic weapon.

"Kun Tu Xuan Zhu Go"

Chao Tianzhen shouted loudly, and a slippery Xuanhuang magic bead flew in mid-air, and then shot at Ye Qin suddenly.

This is a fourteenth-order magic bead that gathers the essence of the innate earth aura of heaven and earth, and is refined into an earth-based great divine power weapon. Don't look at this Xuanqi bead is only the size of a fist, but it weighs more than a million pounds, heavier than a giant mountain.

Within a radius of several miles, everything was in a state of stagnation.

This pearl blasted out, enough to destroy a mountain peak.

Ye Qin didn't seem to be aware of the power of this magic bead, and controlled the eight flying swords to guard the periphery of his body, and did not move in place, and did not react much.

Chaotian Zhenren couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, once his Xuanqi bead hit Ye Qin's flying sword, it was enough to instantly smash Ye Qin's small magic power flying sword. The huge gap in the grade of the magic weapon is right? The law made up for it, and he will win this battle, right?

Ye Qin suddenly glanced at Chaotian Zhenren with a strange look at him at this time, as if pity was mixed with sympathy.

"What does he mean, have mercy on me, wait for me to knock you down, and see who sympathizes with whom?"

Seeing Ye Qin's expression, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching slightly, the evil fire in his heart surged, and he played the magic trick in his hand with all his might.

Ye Qin didn't use the eight flying swords to resist the Xuan Zhu at all, withdrew the flying swords, and then stretched out his hand and waved forward. The Xuanzhu suddenly disappeared from heaven and earth. Completely and completely disappeared, as if the Xuanzhu had never appeared.

"It's something, where's my Xuanzhu Bead?"

Chaotian Zhenren's divine consciousness completely lost contact with Xuan Zhu, and he landed in the air with all his strength, shocked and at a loss. This great magic weapon of his is powerful, right? poor, and has never been collected by other monks.

Ye Qin smiled slightly, and the eight flying swords came out at this time, instantly suppressing the dazed Chaotian Zhenren on the spot.

This Xuanqi bead has already appeared on his Purple Mansion floating island.

In the past, he almost never used such a method, using the Purple Mansion to directly collect the enemy's magic weapons, so as not to expose the existence of the Purple Mansion. But now that the monks of the Southern Demon Continent's Transformation Temple had discovered that he had an extremely strong spiritual treasure, there was no need for him to hide it too much.

Under the bombardment of the purple thunder of the Purple Mansion, the Xuanqi Bead exploded into a large mass of thick earth aura.

Such a great divine magic weapon has been refined by Chaotian Zhenren for tens and hundreds of years, and it is difficult to be re-cultivated, and Ye Qin is not easy to use, so he simply converts it into earth aura.

Huangfu Bing'er on the side saw it clearly and found that it was Ye Qin's Purple Mansion that played a role.

Qingqiu Li was shocked and puzzled.

"Xiaoqing, you go and take the storage bag on his body and I use my spirit treasure as a bet on victory, then you must also take out all your wealth as the price of victory or defeat. You're defeated. ”

Ye Qin said flatly.

Qingqiu Li had been following him to the Southern Demon Continent in the name of a maid before, and now that he was a mid-stage cultivator, this maid name could finally come in handy. Qingqiu Li is now cultivating to the Yuan infant stage, which is enough to shorten his status by one generation.

"I used to call me Qingqiu senior, but now I've become Xiaoqing. ”

Qingqiu Li complained in her heart, glaring at Ye Qin with white eyes, but she still stepped forward cautiously and collected Chaotian Zhenren's storage bag.

It is still very dangerous to search the body of a god-transforming monk.

Ye Qin was reluctant to let Bing'er take the risk.

"My Mystery Bead"

Chaotian Zhenren's face was dead and gray, after losing the great magic weapon, he did not resist, and let Qingqiu Li take off several large storage bags and several accessories magic weapons that he carried, Ye Qin's eight flying swords were on his neck, and he had no capital to resist.

"There is no limit to life and death in this fight, I will kill you, and the monks will too? You put down a blood curse and don't reveal to anyone any details of you and me before and after this battle, everything you see, including your losses after your defeat. After swearing, I will let you out. ”

Ye Qin said coldly.

"I swear with a blood curse to the innocent people that I will never divulge any details before and after this battle. If you violate this oath, you will be destroyed."

Chaotian Zhenren had already accepted his fate, biting his finger and drawing a blood spell in the void in front of him. Soon, the blood curse gradually disappeared into his body. If he breaks his oath, the onset of the Blood Curse will make him worse than dead.

Qingqiu Li handed over several large storage bags and accessories to Ye Qin.

"No, I am quite rich. Go for it."

Ye Qin probed the storage bag, nodded with satisfaction, and accepted the eight flying swords.

Chaotian Zhenren passed through a jungle, and his body flashed with spiritual light, and he quickly left the blood-devouring jungle.

Ye Qin directly transferred the items in several large storage bags, a large number of Warcraft Yuan Crystals, raw materials, and magic weapons to the Purple Mansion, and cracked them into aura by the Purple Thunder Bombardment.

The Five Elements Spiritual Qi Cloud in the Purple Mansion had been almost exhausted.

Now that it has been replenished in large quantities, a large cloud layer of dozens of zhang has formed on the five floating islands, and under the action of purple thunder, a dense rain of vitality has been formed.

Ye Qin's Yuan Shen was immersed in the rain of Yuan Qi, frantically absorbing the abundant Yuan Qi, right?

"The Sixth Layer of the Transformation Stage"

In just a short period of time, Ye Qin's Transformation Cultivation soared again, rushing straight to the seventh layer in the late stage of Transformation Gods.

His Purple Mansion space needed a large number of spiritual objects to replenish, the more the better, but Ye Qin didn't know where to go to get such a huge amount of materials for a while. And the wealth of the Avatar Monk is extremely abundant. This is the reason why he proposed to challenge one-on-one at the cost of the Gray Egg Spirit Treasure

Outside the Blood Devouring Jungle, hundreds of Avatar Cultivators were waiting for the results, and many monks were gathering in twos and threes, whispering about how to finally obtain the mysterious spiritual treasure. At this moment, seeing Chaotian Zhenren come out with a disgraced face, all the monks found that Chaotian Zhenren had been defeated in Ye Qin's hands.

"Chaotian Zhenren, you lost so quickly, do you see that kid has a treasure in his hand?"

A big man in black scoffed.

Chaotian Zhenren's status is quite low, and his popularity is not good, and it is one thing for a few god-transforming monks to treat him as one.

"Do you want to find out what kind of spirit treasure it is, and you won't go in and see?"

Chaotian Zhenren was annoyed when he heard this.

He didn't see Ye Qin's spiritual treasure, but his whole body was looted and scraped away by Ye Qin.

Several of his large storage bags, a great supernatural power-level magic weapon, a large number of small supernatural power-level magic weapons, and a mountain of demonic beast yuan crystals, demonic beast raw materials, and ores all fell into Ye Qin's hands.

It was his savings for hundreds of years, and he suffered heavy losses, and he was about to vomit blood when he was angry, and the man in black actually laughed at him.

But these things are hindered by the blood curse, and the real people can't say it.

Even if there was no blood curse, he wouldn't have said it.

Why is he so unlucky?

If you have to be unlucky, everyone will be unlucky together, and everyone will be swept away by Ye Qin, so as to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Chaotian Zhenren glared hatefully at the yellow-clothed man who was laughing at him, and said disdainfully, "How capable are you Thunderfire Zhenren? ”

"Okay, let me go in and take a look, that Ye Zhenren has a few things to do, and he can defeat you really quickly. ”

The black-clothed man didn't hesitate, sneered, and rushed towards the blood-devouring jungle.

The Monk of the Transformation continued to wait.

Chaotian Zhenren sneered, found a place to sit on the ground, and waited here to watch a good show.

Soon, only half an hour passed.

The big man in black came out of the blood-devouring jungle with a calm face.

"Thunder Fire Real People, what's the situation?"

"You're defeated, things are defeated?"

"Unspeakable defeat?"

Immediately, several Avatar monks stepped forward to inquire.

At this time, the big man seemed to be dumb, without saying a word, he found a place to sit down silently, shook his head when he asked, and didn't say a word. His face was almost dripping, full of grievances, right?

"He's got something?"

The cultivators were amazed.

Looking at Lei Huo Zhenren's expression at this time, he had long since lost his arrogance, and he went to the Blood Devouring Jungle to challenge Ye Qin, he should have encountered the same setback as Chaotian Zhenren. He was defeated in a short period of time, but he was not injured, and he did not spend much energy and mana. It's strange to lose.

"Of course he is defeated by things, hum, you go in and fight, and you will naturally find out. Lei Huo Zhenren, can you still laugh now? You actually laughed at me before, it seems that your ability is nothing more than that."

Chaotian Zhenren sneered.

"Why didn't you say it before?"

The black-clothed man was furious and glared fiercely at Chaotian Zhenren.

But he immediately thought of what to do, and swallowed back the rest of the words. He was forced to take a bloody oath not to divulge any of the circumstances of the battle. Chaotian Zhenren should be the same, right? Fa explained the situation to the others.

Dahan now understands why Chaotian Zhenren was so angry and embarrassed before. In other words, it is anyone, the defeat is inexplicable, and the robbery has lost decades, hundreds of years of financial resources, and I am afraid that it will be uncomfortable to die if it suffers such a blow.

The Avatar Cultivators are all top monks in the Southern Demon Continent who dominate the side, and they do not believe in evil.

Chaotian Zhenren and Lei Huo Zhenren have low strength, and they are not much defeated. Naturally, there were more powerful Avatar Cultivators who entered the Blood-Devouring Jungle and continued to challenge Ye Qin to seize the spirit treasure.

In just a few hours, more than a dozen Avatar Cultivators entered the jungle one after another.

When they entered, almost all of them were arrogant, or they thought that they were absolutely sure that they couldn't be defeated.

But when they came out, they were all discouraged, and they no longer spoke loudly, but remained silent.

These defeated god-transforming monks occasionally glanced at each other, and they actually felt surprisingly cordial, and there was a feeling of "sympathy for each other". No, sympathy. Defeat itself was humiliating. As a god-transforming monk, it is even more humiliating that the magic weapons and large amounts of goods in the storage bag on his body have been looted by others. Fortunately, they are all equally disgraced and lose money, and no one is qualified to laugh at anyone.

The defeated Avatar Monks did not alert those who had not yet entered, but just gloated at the Avatar Monks who had entered, waiting for an extra one to be another unlucky guy for a while.

695 The silence of a group of monks