The middle-grade Jindan monk who was locked by Zong Ying's divine soul aura finally finished handsome all the puppets, and after finding that he had no hope of winning, he turned into a ray of light and dived into the mountain gate.

Zong Ying was not in a hurry, after the earth-shattering sword just now, there were puppet robots who were killed by him all around, and after the middle-grade Jindan monk ran away, these broken corpses fell to the ground even more.

Taking a step down from the air, Zong Ying came to the inner gate of the Refining Sect Evil Sect with both feet on the ground.

The clear lotus pond and lotus leaf fields have been marked with flower bones, and on both sides of the winding path, there is tender green grass, and the courtyard is planted with blue flowers, which are blooming brightly at the moment.

The scenery on this piece of Shantou is not bad.

However, Zong Ying saw a lot of strange scenery, and he didn't look at these flowers and plants that contained evil refining methods in his eyes, and with a wave of one hand, the four sides and the sea sword thunder shone, and the surrounding flowers and plants were annihilated in this amazing sword light before they could reveal their essence.

The sword light slowly dissipated, and the place that was originally flowers and plants showed a body with either a demon cultivator or a human cultivator.

-- This Refining Sect Evil Sect actually refined living people into flowers and plants! Filled the courtyard with this kind of fake flowers and plants that contained the vitality of the living.

Zong Ying, who had been paying attention to the five-color true Yuan Ding, Chu Lan saw such a terrifying scene at first glance, and his heart swelled, and he almost didn't spit it out.

Far away, Zong Ying in the picture raised his head and seemed to silently condense Chu Lan's glance.

Chu Lan held her breath embarrassedly, and said secretly in her heart: Master forgive me, disciple will concentrate on watching your old "performance", and dare not be distracted and vomit anymore.

Zong Ying retracted his gaze, and walked towards the Evil Sect of the Refining Weapon Sect as if no one was around.

Although most cultivators don't eat fireworks and look fairy-like, in fact, they are also unavoidable and always have a desire for purpose. The magic weapon of the elixir is moving, and the cultivator is not truly ruthless and desireless.

Especially this kind of refining sect that vainly tries to comprehend the Great Dao with the power of the outside world.

Walking to the top of the hill for a while, a splendid building occupies the whole picture.

Zong Ying looked at the glorious nine-story tower in front of him, and the plaque in front of the building read the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, "Tibetan Ware Building". The tower takes mahogany as the wall, the jade as the base, the glaze as the tile, the tower body is carved with all kinds of strange flowers, each layer of the eaves of the tower is edged by the Tibetan vessel, the top of the tower is two puppets that are vivid and vivid, and there is a colorful bronze mirror that is soaring in the middle.

The building is divided into 9 floors, the 1st and 2nd floors are the magic weapons from the qi nourishment period to the out-of-body period, the 3rd and 4th floors are the magic weapons that induce qi to the soul, the 5th and 6th floors are the magic weapons, and the 7th, 9th, and 9th floors are spiritual weapons...... Person.

The treasures on each floor are better than the next layer, and only when you reach the corresponding cultivation level can you be eligible to enter the single layer to buy, while the double layer depends on the monk's storage bag, and only a certain amount of treasures purchased on the single layer are eligible to enter.

Even the Evil Sect of the Refining Sect has its own sales and sales - if there is demand, there will be a market, and it is inevitable that some disciples of the sect have dirty thoughts and want to refine someone into a puppet and get it back to their nest for collection.

That's why this treasure building of the Refining Weapon Sect that sells puppet spells came about.

Most cultivators have no descendants, and their relatives have already gone by themselves, and they are really desolate after death, and there are sects, friends, and people who sigh and feel sad. No one knows where he died, so there is never a shortage of adventures in the cultivation realm, but he is reluctant to let his Dao inheritance disappear from the world.

The people who came to the Refining Weapon Sect to buy these alternative magic weapons, magic weapons, and even spiritual weapons were all extremely vicious.

At this time, it was not early, and a few scattered cultivators walked out of the building in twos and threes, and saw Zong Ying with a cold face and a calm bearing.

It turns out that this is the reliance of the medium-grade Jindan?

Zong Ying was thoughtful.

It's just a filthy treasure pavilion, and after attracting a few flies, you want to wipe out his Zongying here?

Isn't he as good as those flies?

Thinking of this, Zong Ying didn't look at it, and sacrificed the Quartet and Sea Sword in his hand in the air, and then opened his mouth to spit out a small fiery red gourd, and said in his mouth: "Please use the magic weapon to exert power-"

The thunder above his head was bursting, and countless glass-colored flames poured out of the fiery red gourd, and he pounced on the few monks guarding in front of this nine-story building for a while, and the sword light was even more directed at which cultivator of the Refining Sect Evil Sect was hidden on the sixth floor of this tall building.

The thunder and flames were overwhelming, like an abyss of doom, and it was terrifying to watch, and the monks had just sacrificed their magic weapons in their hands, and before they could say a word, they were reduced to ashes.

Seeing the tragic picture of the search for the true Yuan Ding revealed to this time period, Chu Lan, who was watching the battle from a distance, could no longer control it, and covered his mouth and vomited.