Chapter 377 Returning Purple Spirit, Zifu Qingling Liquid

"Senior, are any of the seniors here?"

A flattering laughter came from outside the formation, "Junior Song Heng, I came here to pay my respects. We have important matters to discuss.

Xiao Chi looked at Chen Xun. He had an impression of this fat man. He sold a lot of junk. He could be said to be the most popular among these Taobao people in the past month.

Chen Xun nodded lightly.

After seeing Brother Xun's instructions, Xiao Chi immediately got excited, raised his lion head and roared: "Little fat man, come in and talk!"

The big black bull waved its hooves, and an avenue of divine light suddenly appeared in front of it, gradually revealing Song Heng's figure.

He was wearing a worn-out Taoist uniform, which had some turbidity and could only be cleaned slowly with magic power, but he didn't seem to care.

Song Heng's small eyes were twinkling, and coupled with this fat body, he felt very smooth.

He walked cautiously on the Divine Light Avenue with his hands folded, and the formation behind him was slowly closing, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

"Song Xiaoyou, what's the matter?"

Chen Xun looked him over and over. He had an impression that he was a good talker. "I visited him at night. It doesn't look like he's here to sell garbage."

"Senior's insight!"

Song Heng bent down slightly and actually extended his thumb, "Senior is a man of great power, and his vision will definitely not be limited to this thousand-mile sea of ​​garbage, let alone this garbage island."

"Well, Mr. Song, please continue."

"The junior feels that the efficiency of the senior is still a little low..."

"Bold, little fat man, do you dare to question Brother Xun?!"

Xiao Chi suddenly yelled, directly interrupting what he had not finished saying, "Ho ho!"

"Ah?" Song Heng's eyes widened. He was shaken back more than ten steps by the roar, and he was furious. This poodle is really not a good thing!

"Xiao Chi, let others finish their words, don't be impulsive."

"Hehe, no problem, Brother Xun."

"Fourth brother, others are Nascent Soul cultivators. Don't use your power to overwhelm others. This is not good."

Xiao He ran to Xiao Chi and scolded in a low voice, "Others are quite honest."

Roar~

Xiao Chi sat down on the ground with a smile, not daring to make Sister He angry, although she seemed to be not as big as his head now.

Song Heng cupped his hands and sneered. He always felt that this poodle was always targeting him. It was the same last time and he didn't do anything!

He then looked at Chen Xun and said respectfully: "This junior has a magic weapon that can be used to search for crystals. If I let this junior lead a large number of people, those who are searching for treasure can quickly find the discarded materials containing the Great Wilderness Black God Crystal. "

"There is such a good thing, Lao Niu, take it and let us use it ourselves."

Chen Xun took a sip of tea calmly, with a half-smile on his lips, "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to reveal his wealth in front of me."

"Moo~"

The big black bull smiled crookedly, stood up directly, and the power of the five elements surged towards Song Heng to suppress it!

Song Heng's eyes were horrified, and he was sweating violently. His whole body was out of control, and his magic power could not be mobilized at all. He was now more mortal than a mortal.

He suddenly came back to his senses and screamed in shock: "Senior, wait a minute, senior, wait a minute!"

"Any last words? I have nothing to do tonight, so you can listen to them."

Chen Xun chuckled, and inadvertently revealed the three mountaineering axes on his waist, "Young friend Song is quite nice, and he actually delivered it to your door."

The moonlight was slightly cool, the clouds and mist in the sky slowly drifted by, and the silver light spread all over the earth, even faintly passing through the formation.

The cold light of the three mountain-breaking axes was reflected in Song Heng's eyes. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and a drop of cold sweat fell to the ground.

Illusions, all illusions, their true identities turned out to be Star Thieves!

Xiao Chi looked a little confused and didn't understand what his elder brother meant, why he suddenly wanted to kill someone and seize the treasure.

"Senior, this is a treasure passed down from my family...the treasure hunting compass can only be opened by blood."

"Oh, that's it, but I don't believe it."

"..."

Song Heng looked at Chen Xun's indifferent expression and was speechless. He was quickly calculating the gains and losses in his heart, and suddenly shouted: "Senior, I am willing to tell the truth!"

"Name."

"Song...Heng."

"gender."

"male..."

"Shouyuan, soul age."

"Life span is 572, soul age is 572."

"Race."

"The Tomb Luck Demonic Clan."

"what?"

Chen Xun raised his brows and his eyes flashed with lightning arcs, "What race is this? Although I already know that you are not a human race."

"Moo~"

The big black cow squinted, this fat man's body was actually quite weird, and it might not even be his true body.

When she first saw him a month ago, the third sister had already detected something was wrong with him, but the latter only told her eldest brother and herself without making any announcement.

Song Heng's heart froze, and his timid expression gradually became calmer, and he took a deep look at the little girl.

At this time, Xiaohe's aura changed drastically, and his black and white pupils were flowing in the depths of his eyes, like the sun and moon in the vast sky.

"The younger generations are from a single lineage and can see some innate luck. Although the seniors have meager luck, they have continuous luck. These are the real ones with great luck!"

Song Heng shouted loudly, and his demeanor should be as pious as possible, "The younger generation must follow those with great luck in order to survive!"

"Tell your mother's shit and talk like a human being."

"Moo!"

Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu sneered at the same time. Meager luck does not mean that they have no luck, and continuous luck does not mean that they are still alive.

For words like this, Hui Shou can hit just a few of them, so if you say it, it's like you didn't say it.

They used to believe that they were lucky, but apart from immortality, they had never picked up an iron spirit.

After living for so long, they have seen what it means to be truly lucky, and they no longer believe that they have any luck.

"interesting..."

Song Heng was extremely embarrassed and his face turned red. "Actually, it is the tomb luck compass that guides this junior to go here. Luck refers to the junior himself. The addition of a family's luck... can turn bad luck into good luck."

"Grave robber?"

"Senior, visit the grave, visit the grave."

Song Heng opened his eyes. How could visiting a tomb be confused with tomb robbing? "It can even be used for treasure hunting. I also found the Guiyuan Purple Spirit and the Purple Mansion Green Spirit Liquid in the sea of ​​garbage."

Chen Xun finally had a fluctuation in his eyes: "But those things in the Shattering Spirit Seal? But this kind of thing cannot be tempered by others. As far as I know, these two things are not sold by the pound."

Guiyuan Zishenjing and Zifu Qinglingye seem to come from the same place, which can be seen from the name.

One can be used to bind the soul, and the other can be used to lock the divine consciousness and energy. They are indispensable treasure materials for making spiritual seals.

"Seniors are wise and far-sighted!"

Song Heng nodded heavily and his tone was a little higher, "There are many damaged spiritual seals every year, not to mention the entire Xuanweitian, but the material is not something that ordinary monks can burn, and it has to be torn apart inexplicably when placed in a storage ring. Crack something.”

Xuan Weitian wants the grade with the most spiritual seals, and that is naturally the yellow grade. Although the material is of high quality, even if it is damaged a little, it cannot be used. It is very valuable.

During the once-in-a-hundred-year trip to the Wuming Garbage Island, one percent of the trip was made up of shattered spiritual seals that had been processed by various spiritual villages. The Huang-level Thousand-Jiu Spirit Seals were worthless.

Xuan level spiritual seals are generally recycled by Lingzhuang itself, and there are not many of them. There has been no news of damage to the earth level Qianji spiritual seal, let alone the legendary heaven level.

"Yes." Chen Xun nodded slightly and looked at the big black cow.

"Moo~" The big black cow also looked at Chen Xun.

They have once decomposed and extracted it, but it took some time and was quite tiny, almost nothing.

I haven't heard of anyone on Lichen Island accepting this. It seems that this resource is of a high level and is not available in the Mengmu Sea Area.

It is also impossible for other Taobao people to look for this without earning spiritual stones at all, and they have no plans to do so for the time being.

"Senior, the Guiyuan Purple Spirit Essence is sold in a box, and the Zifu Qingling Spiritual Liquid is sold in a bottle. It is worth tens of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones. It is of great benefit to the strong men in the Hedao stage. You must not have it!"

Song Heng shouted again, "But there are too many shattered spiritual seal fragments. The junior can just find these fragments containing treasures, which can save a lot of time for the senior's tempering."

His fat body shook twice, and he was betting that these two seniors were really capable of refining.

This thing is not something that ordinary strong people can refine. Otherwise, the strong people who can refine the void on this garbage island may have disappeared long ago. No one can resist the temptation of high-grade spiritual stones.

Chen Xun remained calm, just looking at him faintly: "What is your purpose? A friend of the Tomb Luck Demonic Clan."

"The younger generation believes in the destiny of the family and is willing to follow the elders without any regrets."

"Then where is your true body?"

"ah?"

Song Heng held his breath, his heart was pounding, and his hands and feet felt a chill. "Maybe he is in the tomb of the immortals... The race of the younger generation is a single lineage, and there is no ontology. Each generation is the ancestor."

"Haha, it's interesting. If I have the ability in the future, I will accompany you to the Immortal Tomb."

"Senior is righteous!!"

Song Heng bowed and made a great gift. In fact, this was not his purpose. Whoever wanted to go to the Immortal Tomb could go to the Immortal Tomb. Anyway, the fate of the family was with him, and the rest had nothing to do with him.

Just burn some inferior spiritual stones during festivals. How can his Taoist master be restricted by his race? Finding a safe backer is the key.

"Hey, little fat man." Xiao Chi sat on the ground and laughed, "Don't play tricks with Brother Xun, I will keep an eye on you every day."

"Song Heng doesn't mean what the senior said, otherwise why would he come to this garbage dump!"

Song Heng puffed out his belly. The yellow Taoist uniform looked ill-fitting on him, "Wouldn't it be better to find a big power in Nanyu Continent?"

"Let's not do anything about garbage sorting for the time being. We will consider the long term. We are not yet so large, so we will first acquire the Great Wilderness Wushenjing."

Chen Xun interrupted their quarrel, "Song Heng, go find Mo Fuyang and see which Taobao people are willing to follow you. I don't like trouble and competition. This is the bottom line."

Song Heng looked serious and solemnly handed over his hand: "This junior understands that I will only let them earn more."

"Well, go ahead, time will tell."

Chen Xun lay on the chair and looked at the bright stars in the sky, "Ten miles of breeze, thousands of hectares of stars, this world is really big."

The big black cow slowly raised his head, quietly admiring it, and the little crane also raised his head with a smile.

Only Xiao Chi never had the intention to appreciate this. He just stared at Song Heng, who was also looking at him, big eyes facing small eyes.

In the end, Song Heng sighed inwardly, saying that his cultivation level was really not high, and his aura was eight points weaker when he looked at her, and then he quietly left with his hands.

Xiao Chi turned up his belly and followed Chen Xun and others to look at the galaxy.

Despair gradually appeared in its eyes, the sky was long and the stars were long.

All my darkness has been left to the past. From the moment I met Brother Xun and the others, the winter has passed and the stars have been bright...