Chapter 4672: Too Weird
Seeing Chen Ping raise his palm, the servant of the Yan Mansion was frightened. After all, he had just seen Chen Ping, a second-level Mahayana realm, directly kill the peak of the ninth-level Mahayana realm and Qiu Wanqing, the eighth-level Mahayana realm. of!
"I said, I said..."
"General Yan sent me here to see what happened in Xing Mansion and Qiu Mansion, and then go back and report."
The servant of Yan Mansion said quickly!
"Then what do Yan Shuangying want to do? Do you want me to fight with Qiu Wanqing to the death while he sits back and enjoys the benefits?"
Xing Daorong asked.
"General Xing, I don't know. I'm just a servant. I just follow orders. It's impossible for General Yan to tell me what his intentions are."
The servants of the Yan Mansion hurriedly explained!
When Chen Ping saw this, he waved his hand and said: "Go back and tell General Yan the truth about what you saw. If he is also interested in the fairy spirit stone veins, he can come and snatch it!"
After Chen Ping finished speaking, Xing Daorong released the servant of Yan Mansion back!
Now, Xing Daorong has completely obeyed Chen Ping's arrangements!
In the ten palaces at the same time!
The Master of the Tenth Hall is frowning, worried about resources. As the monks in the Tenth Hall become stronger and stronger, the resources that need to be consumed are also massive!
Just relying on the resources that the Demon Sealing Alliance scavenged in the world of heaven and humans can no longer support the consumption of the entire ten halls!
This is also the reason why the Lord of the Tenth Palace asked Lota to do business with Beast City.
If you want to ascend to immortality, you must have enough resources. Without resources, everything is in vain!
"Palace Master, Palace Master, it's not good, Luo Zongfeng's soul lamp has gone out..."
At this time, a member of the Tenth Hall ran over in a hurry!
"What?" The Tenth Hall Master was stunned, and then ran out quickly!
When he came to the secret room of the Tenth Hall, he found that Naluota's life soul lamp had indeed gone out!
There are hundreds of lamps burning here, all of which are the life soul lamps of the members of the Tenth Hall. Even the life soul lamp of the Tenth Hall Master himself is here!
As long as someone dies, the life soul lamp here will go out!
If the physical body is destroyed and there is still a residual soul, the brightness of the life soul lamp will become dim, but as long as the physical body is reshaped, it can still be restored!
"What on earth is going on? How did Lotta die?"
The Master of the Tenth Hall asked incredulously!
"Hall Master, Luota has been trading with Beast City for many years. This kind of thing has never happened before. Why did he die suddenly?"
"And I heard Narota say that the overall strength of Beast City is not very strong. It is estimated that no one is his opponent, but the current situation is indeed very strange."
The member of the Tenth Hall whispered!
"It's indeed weird." The Tenth Hall Master nodded: "Don't mention this to others first. I'll go find Mr. Gan to find out what's going on!"
After the Master of the Tenth Hall finished speaking, he left the secret room and walked towards the back of the main hall of the Tenth Hall!
Passing through the main hall, there is a mountain forest behind, with several thatched houses amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers!
Compared with the majestic hall in front of it, this thatched hut is simply out of place!
There was a person sitting in front of the thatched house. He was an old man sitting on an old wicker chair. His silver hair was carefully combed, and the roots were as bright as silver threads, glowing with a cold luster in the sunlight.
His face is thin, and the wrinkles carved by time are like the winding lines on an ancient map, hiding endless stories.
The eyes are sunken, but they are like deep pools, deep and calm. The glances that occasionally flash through are as sharp as an eagle, seeming to be able to see through all appearances.
Wearing a long gown that was washed a little white but neat, the corners of the clothes swayed gently in the breeze, and a dull cloth belt was casually tied around his waist, with a warm and simple jade pendant hanging on it. Following his movements, There was a faint crisp crashing sound.
He holds a bamboo folding fan with ink landscapes painted on it. The brushwork is simple but profound in artistic conception. Occasionally, he gently waves it to bring out the slightest breeze, adding a somewhat mysterious temperament.
The most important thing is that in front of the old man, on a table made of rattan, there is a bamboo tube. Under the bamboo tube, several rusty copper coins are placed in the shape of a seven-star array!
