I saw the position of the modulation trough, and the lids of the two black sè modulation troughs flew up in pieces.

A strange man with a face like a silver wall, but covered with golden stripes, tore the concoction groove apart with a wave of his hands!

Qingyang liquid, the golden red sè concoction liquid, which has obviously become much lighter, is splashing everywhere along with the fragmented concoction tank!

"Lao Tzu is also coming to smash!"

With a strange cry from Zhu Yi.

Several thigh-thick lightning bolts flew out, and then, turned into countless willow leaf-shaped lightning flying knives, where the lightning flying knives soared,

The large fragments of the black sè concoction tank, which were already torn apart, were clinked into countless shards the size of wine glasses!

If anyone wants to restore it, the difficulty is not ordinary!

"Oh yes, stop! I've reconciled with your heads!"

Locinke screamed in distress!

Pity. Black sè modulation groove. It's been reduced to a puddle of debris.

Locinke has extensive connections. You can get in touch with a lot of ground masters. If this black sè modulation groove intact. Even if it's mostly intact. Maybe it will be restored and put into use.

But. Shattered so thoroughly. Even if it's to invite a Artifact Land Grandmaster. It doesn't necessarily work out.

"Reconciled? Is it real? Old money?"

The soft-shelled turtle looked at Lao Qian with a surprised expression.

"Of course, everyone was originally from the Bifu Army, and they are all family. ”

The polite words of the evil --- old Qian were so disgusting that even he wanted to vomit.

However, in an instant, Lao Qian and the soft-shelled turtle exchanged an unknown look in an instant.

Well done soft-shelled turtle!

How could such a precious cultivation tank fall into the hands of someone like Loshenke?

If he took this cultivation tank back and made a copy, it would probably be equivalent to a tiger growing one more head and six wings!

As soon as the soft-shelled turtle came out, it completely ruined the modulation tank, and the idea of turning in the heart of Lao Qian happened to be in the slightest!

Lao Tzu ran out of good things, and smashed them!

Don't let anyone else use it again!

"You have gold stripes on your face, and you have crossed the stage of the silver armor corpse and advanced to the gold armor corpse?"

At this time, Locinke realized how huge the changes occurred when the soft-shelled turtle was modulated by this modulation tank!

Locinke suddenly beat his chest, if he had known this, he would not have said that he would not let the soft-shelled turtle destroy the concoction tank.

Of course, what Loshenke didn't know was that compared with the concoction carried out by Lao Qian, the concoction of the soft-shelled turtle was actually an unsuccessful concoction.

If there is one or more Qingyang liquid, the ** of the soft-shelled turtle, it may evolve to the strength of the golden armor corpse.

However, the four of them used less than two parts of Qingyang liquid, and the modulation effect achieved by the soft-shelled turtle was only ** strength, which had surpassed the strength of the silver armor corpse and entered the ** strength of the golden armor corpse and the silver armor corpse!

Losinke's eyes immediately looked at the flowing place, those golden-red, gold-red Qingyang liquid.

In Lao Qiandi's hand, there was already an extra jade bottle, with the mouth facing down.

"Whoa---

The Qingyang liquid gathered into a stream and flowed upwards towards the jade bottle of old money.

"Cāo, leave me some!"

Locinke single-handedly grabbed the other green and red sè green yang liquid, and grabbed the void!

The green yang liquid formed small blue and red water balls one by one, flying towards Locinke's palm.

"I want it too!"

"Give me---"

In an instant, the empty hall was filled with yín screams, and the claws flew in unison with the liquid.

After a while, the ground was dry and dry, and even the hair of Qingyang liquid was invisible.

Even the black sè pieces of the concocted groove were all in the storage rings of the monks.

Inside these fragments are the fragments of this jīng dense and complex ancient magic circle.

It may be a waste to the monks in front of you, but for the monks who make the weapons, it's worth a lot of money.

All that's left is the crimson metal platform.

Everyone looked at it again and again, and this red metal table seemed to only play the role of storing liquid for concoction!

"It should be a good thing to be able to keep the concoction liquid for so long, so let's divide this metal table equally. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and immediately, there was another burst of sword shadow and sword light, and the huge crimson metal platform was cut into several parts.

"Brush--"

At the portal of the teleportation, a masked man in Tsing Yi appeared, which was uninvited.

This masked man in Tsing Yi, when he saw the expression inside, turned out to be in harmony, and he was obviously stunned, but he didn't say anything.

He bowed to the fifth brother: "Fifth brother, the other guys have all run away!"

"Hmph! I'll take a look!"

The fifth brother nodded at Lao Qian, turned around and was about to fly up.

"Slow, can you do me a small favor, you can help me solve a few of the Bifu Army spies of the Golden Sand Regiment!"

Lao Qian hesitated slightly, and without hesitation, he made this request of "a small favor" to the fifth brother.

The fifth brother was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that if the Bifu Army of these Jinsha regiments returned to the Jinsha regiment and chewed their tongues, it would indeed be a great inconvenience for the old money!

"Okay---- but when I trade next time--"

The fifth brother agreed verbally, but the reply dragged on for a long time.

"Don't worry, if there is any contact after rì, it will definitely be discounted!"

Old money did not hesitate.

Those spatial coordinates, anyway, will not be lost, and whether the selling price is more or less, it is a pure profit.

Soft-shelled turtles are also freed up for a deeply thought table

During the expedition, they were surprised and uncomfortable to meet Jīng Yingzhi, who was sent by the Bifu Army of the Golden Sand Regiment, and met Qingqiong and the fifth brother Luoxinke.

After all, the fifth brother has been tracking Lao Qian for a long time. Besides, the fifth brother and Qingqiong are far away from the Golden Sand Regiment, even if there is a conflict, for Lao Qian, they will not cause any hindrance in the Golden Sand Regiment.

This Tony and the others can't stay.

The fifth brother took away the body of Margery, whose upper body was blown to pieces.

As for the corpses of the rest of the people, the fifth brother didn't even look at them.

In the monk's shijie, whoever kills is who's spoils of war.

It doesn't matter if it's right or evil, whether it's a god or a demon, it's the same.

"Green Bee Needle!

Lao Qian's subordinates emitted a roll of green light, and the first thing was to roll the green bee needle into his hand.

Thousands of green needles, exuding a faint blue light, the shape of the blue light, like the wind and clouds, in the constant change, at a glance you know that it is a good thing.

The soft-shelled turtles looked at the old money enviously, and no one stepped forward to snatch the spoils with the old money.

This is Lao Qian's desperate cover, covering them to complete the preparation, no matter how thick-skinned they are, they can't open this mouth.

"Tony has a lot of treasures on them outside, so don't go quickly!"

Old money's mouth, pouting at the outside!

Several people woke up from a dream.

Tony and they must be killed, and the good things on them can't be swallowed up by Locinke and his men.

Besides, Locinke and his subordinates, after a tough battle with Lao Qian, fought in their own nests, and their strength also lost a lot, and it must be foolproof to destroy Tony's gang, and there can be no mistakes!

The soft-shelled turtle disappeared into the portal like a silver thread, and if you look closely, the side of the silver line of the soft-shelled turtle has a hazy golden light, which is more dazzling than the previous light.

Old Qian scraped away the spoils from Potter and Qingqiong, and grinned as he walked towards the monk of the Eastern Stream Army who was tightly tied.

"This matter is over, and your life has been saved, so you should tell me the main ingredients of that taste. ”

This Dongliu Army monk, yīn's cold eyes, just turned, "When you get to the outside of the ruins, I'll tell you that I have seen and heard too many secrets today, so it's better to be safe." ”

When Lao Qian heard this, he smiled disdainfully.

"Now that the masked man in Tsing Yi has gone out, during the time that the masked man in Tsing Yi has come in, I can say that I have fulfilled my promise and saved your life. ”

The monk of the Dongliu Army just nodded: "That's right—"

However, his face was immediately full of horror! Old Qian meant that the promise he had sworn to the Lord God had been fulfilled!

"Don't kill me---

The screams of horror had just been shouted.

He saw that Lao Qian's hand was already covered with a dense black mist, pressing towards the top of his head!

"No -----"

He let out a scream, and suddenly felt a huge pain in his mind!

After a while, Lao Qian's eyes were closed tightly and opened.

Between the eyebrows, it seems to be happy and worried.

"Soul dust, it's this kind of thing! This kind of thing, how difficult to obtain!"

Soul dust, the dust that falls from the soul!

There are only two places where there could be this dust.

One is the underworld, and the second is some places in the status of the main god of light, such as: the main god of light, the place where the high-level god cultivates, the birth pool where the angels are made, or the place where the main god lives.

The underworld, that is not to think about it, to paraphrase a famous saying: Where is it, I am not familiar with it!

The plane of the main god of light, - the plane of the other main gods, the old money is not familiar.

However, the plane of the Lord God of Justice and the coordinates of various places are very familiar to Lao Qian.

It seems that we are going to the plane of the Lord God of Light!

Lao Qian thought silently, the temptation of the death charm is too great!

No matter how dangerous it is, it's worth taking.

The old man quickly swept away the loot on the corpse at the scene.

The corpses left in this concoction room are all the masterpieces of Lao Qian.

After looting the loot, Lao Qian piled up those corpses together and flicked his fingers!

A wisp of black and red flame bounced on the corpse in an instant, and in an instant, the entire corpse pile was already burning.

All the monks in this are no less powerful than the ten-master, but under the hellish flames of old money, they are all reduced to ashes!

If I fail one day, it will end up like them, everything will be in smoke, and everything good will become someone else's cheap.

Substitute death charms, must be connected!

Lao Qian's body was longitudinal, and he just jumped out of the portal, and the water white light flickered, and a monk of the Dongliu Army came towards the portal in a panic, and collided with Lao Qian!

Blue sè ice light flashes!

A three-foot-long blue sè spike, just like that, stabbed in the head!

A foot of air around the blue sè spikes, with the momentum of the thorns, countless frosts have already formed!

Lao Qian didn't dodge, the five fingers of his left hand suddenly skyrocketed, and he actually rolled a reverse roll on the back of his hand, and rolled the three-foot-long blue sè spikes into a solid one!

The green hair is thrown in style!

Three swords burning with raging flames were thrown out of his hair! In an instant, they were inserted into the monk's eyebrows, throat, and heart!