Chapter 4395 The rest of the life after the catastrophe: no more diving (1)

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Cinnabar essence? Lanyang bone?

Yu Chen was shocked.

These two are indeed rare treasures in the world, and they are the necessary materials for refining some sacred artifact-level and even sky-high sacred-level magic weapons.

Generally, if a family has such a treasure, it will never be taken out easily.

It will never be easy for others to know.

How did the domain owner know?

What's the use of him wanting these two treasures?

Yu Chen looked at Luo Yunxiao's unparalleled handsome face, but not the slightest angry face. For some reason, an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

The people in the hall all retreated after receiving the order.

Only Luo Yunxiao was left to return to the window sill, and his slender fingers as cold as jade gently stroked the cold grass outside the window.

The man said softly in a low hoarse voice: "You wait a little longer... Soon, you will be able to..."

boom--!

A body covered in blood suddenly fell in front of Luo Yunxiao.

The "Kiss" on the side screamed, "Who! Assassin! Assassin!"

The guards outside the hall rushed in, but Luo Yunxiao waved them out.

He looked at the man lying on the window sill like a corpse, stained the white marble window sill and the grass outside the window into blood red, and frowned slightly.

Undyed?

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At the end of this battle in Tianmei Temple, the seven members of Xiaoyaomen were exhausted, as if they were collapsed.

After confirming that Mu Yan had rescued Chu Moli, they all found a quiet space to sleep soundly.

Even though Di Mingjue and Jun Shitian had both sent divine power to Muyan, the damage of the overdraft lifespan would not be recovered in a short time.

After Muyan rescued Chu Moli, she fell asleep immediately.

Three days later, none of the seven people in Xiaoyaomen woke up.

But the magic cultivators and spiritual cultivators are all good.

They all said goodbye to Mo Zunjun Slaughter Heaven and left.

Elder Huo Gu looked at the closed temple door not far away with regret on his face, but couldn't help but relax: "Let's go, it's time for us to return to the tribe."

It's only been a few days since it came out this time, but it seems like a lifetime.

At this moment they desperately want to go back to the tribe.

The young man beside him couldn't help but ask, "We're not like Miss Yumo, do we still have the benefactor of Xiaoyaomen to say goodbye?"

"No need." Huo Gu smiled, "Miss Yumo won't care. Besides, didn't they say it? One day they will establish Xiaoyaomen on Xiuxian Continent, and then my Siqing tribe will come to thank you soon. "

Si Tiancheng, the suzerain of the Yin-Yang Sect, also sighed, "I didn't expect that I was just here to participate in a magical feast of the Demon Race, but in the end, I almost experienced the cycle of life and death."

There were also other spiritual practitioners from other sects who interjected: "This time, the most unlucky ones are the Qixianmen and the Han family. The amazing young master of the Han family, Han Jiaming, died under the abyss, and he will only rely on that Han Weijiang in the future. , I don't know if I can hold on."

Not to mention Qixianmen, because it was the only one who took the initiative to rely on Wen Zhe. When it was finally liquidated, more than a dozen disciples, together with the elders and young masters, were dead and dead.

In the end, Demon Venerable let a few immortal-level servants go back.

And let them go back is not a mercy, but let them bring death threats to Qixianmen.

"The major sects have been damaged, but fortunately they are all within the acceptable range. Speaking of which, the loss of the demons this time is not less than ours. I don't know who is behind the calculations of the spiritual and the demons. One point, our entire Xiuxian Continent will be buried in the hands of these shameless villains."

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