Tempered Immortal

Chapter 537

"Madam Li, this time is now and that time is, not to mention that the price was decided by several elders in this building, and it's not that Mrs. Sun said it out loud." The old man's smile faded and he said with a serious expression.

"But the price is still too high, fellow Daoist Sun, can you be more flexible." The middle-aged female cultivator known as Mrs. Li asked with a look of embarrassment on her face.

Other monks also begged for mercy one after another. Except for Lin Xuan and a few alchemy-stage masters, the others were only at the foundation-building stage. Five thousand spars were really a huge sum of money for them.

Sun Haixian frowned slightly, and twirled his beard: "Okay, the old man has made friends with all of you, and you will be punished if you go back as hard as you can, each with [-] spar."

"This..." Most of the people still showed embarrassment.

"Why, fellow daoists are still not satisfied. The old man has made the biggest concession by doing this. Do you want to decide for yourself?" Sun Haixian frowned and sneered: "But fellow daoists, you should think clearly. It’s an outsider, the occupied area is becoming more and more dangerous, if you don’t leave now, it’s not certain whether the teleportation array will increase in price after a period of time.”

"hateful!"

The monks didn't say anything on the surface, but they all cursed in their hearts. Most of them were casual cultivators. When they came to the enemy-occupied area, they also wanted to find treasures.

But after coming here, I realized that I thought things too simply.

There are indeed a lot of treasures here, but dangers are everywhere, and it is difficult for them to protect themselves with their foundation-building cultivation.

This is simply worse.

Many people turned their attention to the core congealing stage monks who came together. These low-level casual cultivators dare not offend Jubaolou, and hope that a few masters can come forward.

It's a pity that I was disappointed, neither Lin Xuan, the old devil in pink, nor the remaining two alchemy monks said anything. Although five thousand spars is not a small amount, it is nothing to them.

"How about it? If there are fellow daoists who are reluctant, they can just quit now. This building will never force it." Sun Haixian's face showed a hint of complacency.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally handed over the spar obediently. Although they were unwilling, it was even more dangerous to stay here.

Lin Xuan patted on the storage bag, and also took out more than a hundred middle-grade crystals, which made the two women dumbfounded, but Lu Yinger was relieved when she thought that the young master had swept away half of the contents of the treasure house.

Sun Haixian smiled happily, and carefully counted the number. There are 37 monks in total. This is really a lucrative business.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, he put all the collected crystals into the storage bag: "Thank you fellow daoists for your patronage, let's go now."

After he finished speaking, he winked, and the four disciples behind him each took out a command flag from their arms, waved it non-stop, and muttered something.

Accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, the dark cloud that had been circling overhead pressed down.

The faces of the monks changed drastically, and various protective shields sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

"Sun, what do you want to do, take our spar, and want to kill people?"

"Hehe, fellow daoists, I have misunderstood. I opened the Treasure House to do business, so it will not be good for the employer. This dark cloud is actually a flying magic weapon, so don't be surprised."

"Magic artifact?" Everyone was stunned, half-doubting, and released their consciousness one after another. It's really good, this thing that looks like a dark cloud is actually a speeding car with a strange shape.

Seeing that there was no danger, everyone put away the shields.

Of course, there are also a few who are particularly cautious, retracting their hands into their sleeves and buttoning one or two talismans. That Sun Haixian looks greedy, but in fact he is very shrewd. These small actions did not escape his eyes, but he just pretended not to Just see.

Soon, the dark cloud about the size of an acre fell down, wrapping everyone in it, and then the four disciples cast it together, and this weird magic weapon soared up and flew into the sky.

In it, the surroundings are gray, although it can't be said that you can't see your fingers, but your eyes can't see very far.

Lin Xuan's heart moved, and he released his consciousness quietly. As a result, he was able to grasp the surrounding scene, but as soon as he touched the edge of the dark cloud, he was bounced back.

In other words, I have completely lost contact with the outside world, and I don't know where I am flying now.

But Lin Xuan was not panicked either. This was an expected scene. Jubao Building kept the location of the teleportation array strictly confidential. Only in this way could they monopolize this lucrative business. No wonder.

If monks who want to be teleported are transported by this magic weapon that can shield their consciousness, they will not know where the teleportation array is really located.

After figuring this out, Lin Xuan withdrew his consciousness. Although he had other thoughts, he gave up after thinking about it. The top priority now is to return to the main altar of Lingyao Mountain, there is no need for extra trouble.

So Lin Xuan closed his eyes and rested.

There are not a few people who have their own minds and put out their spiritual sense to test them, and naturally they all fail without exception.

Many people were dissatisfied, but they didn't say much. After flying like this for a long time, the dark clouds finally landed.

This is a barren mountain, very remote, Lin Xuan came out from the dark clouds, and saw the teleportation array at a glance.

It is very large, about ten feet in diameter, simple in shape, and full of strange patterns carved everywhere.

"Master, is this the ancient teleportation array?"

The expressions of Lu Ying'er and Liu Xin were full of curiosity, not to mention the two girls, it was probably the first time for the monks present to see them.

Compared with the ancient times, today's world of cultivating immortals has long since declined. There are also teleportation arrays, but the moving distance is very limited. It is impossible to build such an array that can instantly transport people thousands of miles away.

Contrary to the curiosity of others, Lin Xuan quickly looked away. The ancient teleportation array is not a mystery to him, and he has used it several times before.

Lin Xuan noticed that there were still some stone houses scattered around. Although they were quite simple and temporarily built with earth magic, the strength of the monks inside was not trivial.

Obviously, these are the disciples of Jubaolou. Lin Xuan roughly counted them, and there are seven or eight monks in the alchemy stage alone, which is enough to frighten Xiaoxiao's generation.

"Okay, fellow daoists, you've worked hard. This is a teleportation talisman. Take it." After Sun Haixian finished speaking, he slapped the storage bag, and countless white lights flew out. Caught in the palm.

It is a special talisman paper, about the size of a palm.

Teleportation Talisman, as the name suggests, when used for long-distance teleportation, a huge spatial repulsion will occur, and this Talisman can ensure that the person teleporting will not be injured.

Lin Xuan hadn't used it before, he relied on his own pure cultivation to resist, but the masters of the Condensation Stage have such supernatural powers, low-level monks can't do it, and they will be seriously injured if they don't die.

(End of this chapter)