Tempered Immortal

Chapter 475: Youzhou Chaos Brocade Box
puff……

Three soft sounds came to the ears in a row, and it was impossible to tell who came first.

And that ghost mist seemed to sense the danger, and the turbulence became more and more intense.

The disheveled cultivator showed a solemn expression on his face, opened his mouth, and another stream of blood spurted out. After absorbing the treasure, he trembled slightly, and unexpectedly split into two gourds, which sprayed out identical beams of light.

Needless to say, the red-robed old man, even the haughty female cultivator, was also muttering in her heart at this moment, the other party has such a mysterious ancient treasure, if they match up, they may not be able to decide who will win.

She retracted her hand and stroked the storage bag at her waist, and a murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

Naturally, all of this couldn't escape Lin Xuan's eyes, and there was some sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. It's not clear whether there is any danger, and these people have already started fighting among themselves.

Not doing enough!

The crackling sound came to the ears. Although the restraint was extraordinary, it finally couldn't hold it under the repeated blows of this top-level ancient treasure. out.

The monk with disheveled hair was overjoyed, but he immediately withdrew and stepped back. This person was quite scheming, and he knew that safety came first in front of Chongbao.

The same is true for other monks, the escape of the ghost king just now is too strange.

However, after the ghost fog dissipated, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but the friar with shaved hair showed a trace of ecstasy on his face, and in a blink of an eye, he had already fled like the cart.

The red-robed old man and the female cultivator looked at each other, both unwilling to be left behind, each showing their magical powers, and followed closely.

The other disciples were divided into three groups at this moment, faintly surrounding the cart.

Lin Xuan raised his brows and released his consciousness. Although it was hundreds of feet away, he could see everything clearly.

On the ghost car, there are several boxes, which are quite heavy.

The monk with disheveled hair glanced at the two companions behind him, a stern look flashed across his face, he flicked his fingers repeatedly, and several white lights shot out from between his fingers, opening the lids of the boxes one by one.

"these are……"

Inside the box, it was indeed filled with all kinds of treasures, not to mention the spar, the rare materials of those refining tools have already dazzled the eyes.

Among them, there are even many materials for refining magic weapons such as the thousand-year-old copper essence and the mother of black iron.

Posted!

The eyes of the monk with disheveled hair gleamed, the old man in red swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the nun's face turned pink, obviously also in agitation.

Only Lin Xuan showed a slight disappointment on his face. Although these things are valuable, they are nothing in his eyes. What he needs is the real top-level materials, but unfortunately he has not seen any of them.

Are you gone?
Lin Xuan shook his head, since he has been lurking for so long, of course he must see the matter to the end.

"Fairy Ning, Brother Zhou, after we count these things, how about sharing them equally according to their value." It was the old man in red who broke the silence: "Of course, Brother Zhou should get [-]% more, and it will be divided in advance."

"So good."

"I have no opinion either."

Seeing that both of them nodded in agreement, the red-robed old man's expression brightened. Among the three parties, he is currently the weakest. The woman surnamed Ning is a ghost cultivator. Gourd Ancient Treasure, if I confronted him, I would definitely lose more than win.

Since he was on the weak side, he naturally didn't want to make mistakes, so he quickly divided up the treasures, and then left with a pat on the butt.

Thinking this way, the old man acted quickly, and quickly divided the spoils into three parts according to the value, among which the pile in front of the monk with disheveled hair was slightly more.

This caused a flash of jealousy in the eyes of the woman surnamed Ning, but it disappeared quickly. In the world of cultivating immortals, it is nothing to break a promise and gain weight, as long as all the insiders are silenced. Can only press this tempting thought.

The three of them had their own ghosts, but they were finally afraid of each other. On the surface, they were calm and harmonious.

Soon the old man counted nine out of ten of the treasures.

"Hey, what is this?"

Hearing his surprised opening, the other monks also turned their attention to it, and saw that there was an Ange at the bottom of the car, and from it, a brocade box carved from white jade was found.

The brocade box was about a foot long, and several black talismans were pasted on the surface. From such a distance, Lin Xuan could easily feel the air of restraint emanating from it, and there was something sealed inside.

However, the uneasy premonition in Lin Xuan's heart became more and more intense.

The red-robed old man held the brocade box in his hand, with a hesitant expression on his face, but although this person was also a monk in the middle stage of alchemy, how could he compare with Lin Xuan in knowledge, he hesitated for a moment, and his face was replaced by greed.

Raising his left hand, a flash of inspiration flashed between his fingers and palms, he tore the talisman fiercely, and then snapped his thumb, intending to open the lid of the box.

But before he finished the whole movement, the brocade box suddenly flew up by itself.

Seeing this scene, the red-robed old man couldn't help being stunned, but then he didn't have time to think about it, and a big red hand appeared in the sky, and grabbed the brocade box fiercely.

"idiot!"

Hiding in the dark, Lin Xuan couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

From the brocade box, an astonishing aura burst out suddenly, transforming into a blue sword light, which easily chopped the big hand to pieces.

"Hee hee, finally see the light of day, as a thank you, let me send you all back to the west."

From inside the brocade box, suddenly came a laughing word, with a little sound of metal and iron, and the tone was even more frighteningly loud.

"What is it, pretending to be a ghost?"

The red-robed old man was taken aback, before he could think about it, he opened the shield first, and then he sternly shouted with a relaxed expression.

"Why are you yelling? If you want to die, you can start!"

Speaking of this, the mirror box suddenly spun without warning, and it was getting faster and faster, even with the faint sound of wind and thunder.

Naturally, everyone became vigilant, and sacrificed their magic weapons to protect themselves. Suddenly, the light flashed wildly, but it was also gorgeous.

A stern look flashed across the face of the red-robed old man, and he raised his hand to release a weird magic weapon in the shape of a cone, which turned into a sharp light, and stabbed fiercely at the brocade box.

However, it was a bit late. Amidst the thunder, the brocade box shattered into pieces, and a red light beam burst out, hitting the old man at lightning speed.

stab...

The protective shield hardly played any role in resisting it. It burst like a blister. Blood spurted from the old man's mouth, and there was a hole the size of a bowl in the center of his left chest.

The old man lowered his head, looked at his wound, his face was full of disbelief, but the vitality left him bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)