Mortal, marry the old demon's sister and build an immortal family

Chapter 37 Counting the Harvest!

"Are you dead?"

Ye Xiaotian looked at the huge pit in front of him, his heart pounding.

He stared at the position of the three people, and saw the Guhuo bird still screaming and soaring.

At the moment of death, the Mad Swordsman no longer struggled.

The blood-red long sword was also put away by him, and it should be able to be preserved.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

After confirming that the Mad Blade Master had turned to ashes, Ye Xiaotian finally felt relieved. His chest heaved violently and he breathed heavily.

Although this battle did not consume much spiritual and physical energy, it was extremely stressful.

Ye Xiaotian's spiritual sense was always locked on the Mad Blade Master, calculating the distance between the two.

The moment the three fire explosion talismans flew out of his hands, the talisman treasures were also activated at the same time.

The Mad Swordsman's contempt made him think that Ye Xiaotian was just an ordinary fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator who didn't even have a magic weapon.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaotian directly used the talisman and attacked closely.

He didn't even have a chance to react.

The Guhuo Bird swooped down, leaving a huge pit several feet wide and several feet deep on the ground.

At the same time, the rising flames also ignited the surrounding mountains and forests, and with the help of the wind, they quickly spread to the surroundings.

“Is this the danger of the talisman?”

"It has such power even though it cannot fully exert its power. With one strike, a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining will be killed instantly."

"If I reach the foundation building stage and exert my full power, wouldn't I be able to kill even a cultivator who has reached the great perfection of foundation building with one strike?"

This was the first time that Ye Xiaotian witnessed the power of the talisman. The difference in their cultivation levels was huge, one was in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and the other was in the late stage of Qi Refining. They were only one level away from reaching the great perfection of Qi Refining.

"The noise here is too loud. We must evacuate as soon as possible to prevent the other two late Qi Refining cultivators from coming here after hearing the noise." Ye Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and two storage bags mixed in the mud in the huge deep pit flew into his hands.

He probed there with his spiritual sense, not caring about anything else, and saw a leaf-shaped magical weapon that first caught Ye Xiaotian's attention.

"This leaf-shaped thing should be a flying magical weapon. Now we need to evacuate urgently, so it comes in handy." Ye Xiaotian's mind moved, and a green leaf-shaped magical weapon flew out of the storage bag and instantly expanded several times.

He lightly tapped his toes and stepped forward. With the activation of his spiritual power, the leaf-shaped magic weapon flew into the air and quickly went towards the horizon.

After a while.

Wanshou Old Man and Fairy Zixia rushed to the scene at the first time. Looking at the deep pit on the ground and the sea of ​​fire around it, their faces showed deep fear.

"Damn it, haven't all the independent cultivators we recruited gone through identity verification?"

"They are either descendants of independent cultivators, or they embarked on the path of cultivation by chance, or they are independent cultivators who are recruiting disciples. They are all poor families. How could any of them have talismans?"

Fairy Zixia looked at the situation at the scene and knew in her heart that Kuang Dao was probably dead.

"Foolish! How could a casual cultivator possess a talisman? In my opinion, this person is most likely a junior disciple of a Jindan Zhenren. Could it be that the seven major sects noticed us and sent a junior in the Qi training stage to investigate?"

"If this is the case, it will be very disadvantageous to our sect."

“I am counting on the leader’s blood sacrifice method to transform into a demon, build my foundation successfully, increase my lifespan, and live a few more years. But if the seven major sects get involved in this matter, I’m afraid…” Old Man Wanshou’s face changed, as if hesitating about something.

"Then what are you waiting for? Chase him and kill him." Fairy Zixia's face turned cold. Although her skin is now as smooth as snow and as soft as water, she looks charming and graceful.

But this is just a technique to maintain her youth. She is now fifty-one, over sixty. She knows her own Taoism and the depth of her foundation. The technique of absorbing yang to replenish yin has long been exhausted. If she does not build a foundation, she is afraid that there will be no hope in this life.

"Don't forget, that kid has a talisman in his hand. It's a talisman, not a talisman that will be scrapped after being activated once!"

"Don't even mention whether you and I can catch up. Even if we do, what can we do? Are we going to die?" "Or do you think you have the ability to withstand the power of the talisman?"

The few words of the old man Wanshou left Fairy Zixia speechless, and she could only say angrily:

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"For now, let's ignore those independent cultivators and leave first."

"As long as there is life, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. If I am caught by the people from the seven major sects, I am afraid I will lose my life."

"You and I will go separately and meet at the different altars. I will go ahead."

After saying this, Old Man Wanshou jumped out, stepped on the flying sword, and quickly attacked a place.

"Bah, old bastard!" Fairy Zixia spat, and also did not dare to delay, and flew away in another direction.

Ye Xiaotian stepped on the flying leaf-shaped magic weapon under his ear and flew for an unknown amount of time.

The activation of the talisman previously had drained nearly one third of the spiritual power in his body. Now that he had been running for such a long time, another one third of the spiritual power in his body had been consumed, and no one was chasing him yet.

"It's been so long, and no one has chased us. It should be safe, right?" Ye Xiaotian controlled the magic weapon and landed under a towering ancient tree. His spiritual sense spread out and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

After confirming it was safe, I breathed a sigh of relief.

He still has one third of the spiritual power left in his body. In order to avoid encountering an enemy, he must stop now, recover some of the spiritual power, and then continue on his journey.

"I was so busy running away that I didn't have time to check what was in the storage bag."

"Now that it is relatively safe, let's take a look at how much this windfall is."

Ye Xiaotian's mind moved, and he opened the Mad Blade's storage bag and began to search carefully.

In addition to the flying leaf-shaped magic weapon that had been taken out, there was also a long sword, a shield, a long spear, and the blood-red long sword used by the Mad Blade.

There are five magical instruments in total.

Ye Xiaotian counted the spirit stones carefully and found that there were 471 in total.

I couldn't help feeling a little lost.

"Before he died, this mad swordsman said that he was willing to offer a thousand spirit stones and several magic tools in exchange for his life."

"The magic tools are real, but there are only 400 spirit stones. Where did the thousand come from?"

“Isn’t this a complete scam?”

You deserve to die.

Seven bottles of Bigu Pills, elixirs used in the later stage of Qi Refining, three bottles of Hualing Pills, and one bottle of Jiuling Pills.

There are more than 30 primary first-price talismans, 15 primary mid-price talismans, and 3 primary high-level talismans.

As well as books, various minerals, elixirs, a large number of scattered things.

"As expected of a robbery cultivator, there are more than 400 spirit stones, several magic tools, dozens of talismans, and four bottles of elixirs. In this remote and poor place in the Tiannan Xiuxian world, there are such rich resources."

Ye Xiaotian was full of excitement and opened another storage bag.

"There are thirty-two spirit stones, not a single talisman, not a single magical instrument, only one bottle of elixir, Essence Pills, and other odds and ends, all worthless things."

Ye Xiaotian showed a look of disgust on his face.

"It's so damn poor!"

(End of this chapter)