Refining the Mountains and Rivers - 1232. Chapter 1232

My name is Xu Zhu, nicknamed a reborn young expert, and I do not refute this, because this is indeed a fact.

Because the ancestor was more bullish and became a new semi-sage, the Xu family shuddered, and of course I followed along.

The second generation of Xiu…That’s what outsiders say to me, but it’s quite appropriate.

Of course, what is appropriate and not appropriate is actually not very important. What I want to say is that as a reincarnation expert, I have never seen what kind of big scenes of hitting the ego Xu.

As for the treasures used for cultivation, ordinary monks desperately working hard and begging for their grandfathers and nurses, they may not be able to get a few.

But I’m different. From the beginning of the path of spiritual practice, I have to have everything. It may be exaggerated to use one and lose one, but it is definitely supplied in sufficient quantities. There is no way. Our strength is not allowed to be low-key!

But today, Xu Zhu felt that my previous understanding was too narrow. It turns out that there is such a vigorous place in this world. Treasures are not counted, but are directly put together in piles and films to be counted.

The quality is mediocre. The key is all good things. How good is it? As long as I came from this background, now I can’t wipe my saliva.

Mine is mine, all these are mine!

Who dares to fight with me, kill him!

The arguing is here.

As Leiyuzhixiu said, if they can come here, so can others.

Before Ruan Jing and Xu Zhu, they didn’t know what the cultivation of Ling Xiao and Lei Yu had gained. Their eyes were hot and unwilling, so they almost moved their hands.

Thinking about it in another way, later practitioners would react when they saw the three people in the vestibule where the front door opened wide to collect treasures?

I’m afraid it is, they have all their hearts!

The melee, with the arrival of other practitioners, there was almost no room for negotiation, and it broke out directly.

In the beginning, Xu Zhu, Ruan Jing, and Lei Yuzhixiu tried to join forces to kill latecomers, but soon they gave up this idea.

Because, seven passages in the mist were opened in a short period of time, and a large number of monks had already broken into this house.

Seeing that his own treasure was taken away by others, Xu Zhu’s eyes were red, but after all, he was not stupid enough to be so stupid that he had to fight people desperately no matter what.

When Ruan Jing turned back and stopped trying to stop everyone, Xu Zhu gritted his teeth and turned and left quickly.

But soon, all his annoyance, resentment, and helplessness disappeared.

Feeling that he has been refreshed, Xu Zhu, who has the upper limit of the big scene, has to admit that he is really sitting on the well and watching the sky.

All baby, all baby!

Not only limited to the vestibule, this huge entire house, he saw no blank space as far as he could see it.

At this moment, the liver really trembled!

His eyes were flushing red, and his body was shaking like a stroke. Xu Zhu had only one thought in his mind, “It’s done, it’s done!”

In fact, he was not the only one, but all the monks who entered the house probably thought this way. The melee fighting soon stopped. The treasures were everywhere, and it was too late to be busy picking and collecting. Who is in the mood to fight?

Even if you kill your opponent, what can you do? With this effort, it is better to collect more baby! Not to mention, fighting is risky, and one who is not careful may fold oneself in.

Everyone wants to be a oriole, no one wants to be that, poor cicada who wants to be eaten into his stomach!

The mist of the bamboo forest rolled one after another, and one channel was condensed, sending the monks to this place, and there were more and more practitioners in the house.

Although there are treasures everywhere here, it is impossible for anyone to dislike the fact that they have taken too much. As the number of monks continued to increase, although on the surface, they remained stable, everyone turned into picking craftsmen.

But it’s like a bamboo basket on the stove. I don’t know when the flames burst out with a “shoo”.

Involve everyone in it, tumbling and struggling in the raging flames, like a purgatory!

Qin Yu sighed, staring at the iron bump in his hand, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was not a person who gave up lightly, but now there are more and more monks in the house.

In this relatively barren courtyard, four or five groups of practitioners came one after another. Although Qin Yu and the two were not discovered, it is good to be cautious after all.

Turning his hand to put away the iron knot, Qin Yu decided to stop the mana infusion. After he left here, he had time.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Yu’s eyes flashed as he calmed down a trace of depression in his heart, revealing the color of thinking.

Now, there are enough practitioners in the courtyard, and if they take the treasures here, they will naturally trigger that contract power.

The number was small before, maybe it hasn’t responded, but it’s almost the same now, there should be some changes.

Outside the house, the mist in the bamboo forest began to spread quietly. It first surrounded the entire house, then crossed the fence, and then, bit by bit, completely submerged it.

The mist is poisonous, and Qin Yu has personally experienced this, as long as there is a vitality fluctuation, he will be attacked by toxins.

Fog toxins target the monks’ souls and continue to corrode after being contaminated. This shocked the practitioners who were busy collecting treasures in the house, but soon they discovered that although the toxins in the fog were powerful, they didn’t need to be afraid.

Because they now have enough treasures in their hands!

It just so happens that most of these treasures can help practitioners to resist the toxins in the mist.

That’s easy!

Of course, it is not that no one has ever doubted the purpose of these mists, but in the current situation, they seem to have no choice.

The mist is here. It is poisonous, very toxic and aimed at the soul. After being contaminated, it is very troublesome.

The antidote is in your hand, there may be problems with eating, and you will die if you don’t eat it.

Is this still a choice?

Qin Yu finally waited, but he was in a bad mood for the changes he expected. Although he was the first to come here and saw this house full of treasures, he didn’t dare to move anything.

This also caused him to resist hard when the poisonous fog came in, invaded the wood house, and enveloped him and Master Yun.

As I said before, if it’s just Qin Yu, the toxin is not toxin, it won’t have much effect.

But Master Yun can’t!

To keep her alive, Qin Yu had no choice but to carry it for her.

If you don’t choose, Master Yun will soon die…So, this is the life of a fucking egg. It seems that there are many choices, but in fact there is only one way, or the one you don’t want to go the least.

Trying to call the little blue lamp, there was no response, which made Qin Yu secretly awe-inspiring. The fact that he is hiding so tightly indicates that he may be being watched in the realm he is currently in.

And the owner of these eyes must be very strong, so strong that a small blue light must also completely contain his own aura.

Think about this “land of riots”, the many young powerhouses who broke in, such as the Heavenly Sword Sect Lingxiao, Xiangzhang Academy Ruan Jing, etc., must have hidden some inside information, then this situation is not difficult to understand. .

It’s understandable and understandable. Without the help of the little blue lamp, things will be a little troublesome.

The toxins in the mist, after contaminating the soul, will produce a corrosive effect.

The advantage is that every time a certain amount of soul is corroded, equivalent toxins need to be consumed.

On the bad side, the mist is endless. Unless you escape from it, toxins will continue to invade your body, and it won’t be big at all.

Qin Yu can use his soul power to help Master Yun consume toxins, but the soul power is different from mana, and the recovery speed is relatively slow without foreign objects.

In the current situation, no one knows how long the poisonous fog will cover, and Qin Yu can’t take the risk and let himself fall into weakness.

Then there is only one choice!

Qin Yu stretched out his hand and landed on Master Yun, and a pure soul power instantly injected into her body.

At the same time, the miserable cry of “Old Tortoise” sounded in his mind, “Master, please pity me, I am really too vain, I can’t stand such a squeeze!”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and what this guy said didn’t sound right no matter how he heard it.

Forget it, because of his efforts, I don’t bother to care about him.

The “Old Tortoise” is weak, but even if it is conservatively estimated, he can live for several decades if he maintains this weak state.

Therefore, it is not a big problem to pump him a little astral power.

After temporarily solving the problem of Master Yun, Qin Yu looked at the mist floating in front of him, and a bright light flashed under his eyes.

First, a lot of treasures were given, and then there was a poisonous mist. If you don’t want to die, you can only use the treasures to save your life… If there is no problem in this, Qin Yu grabbed his head!

Looking at this rhythm, there will definitely be tricks later, just wait and see.

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Qin Yu hadn’t seen the tricks of the owner of the house, but the monks who broke into the house started to have problems.

The reason is simple. No matter how many treasures there are in the house, it can’t stand the wild picking of so many practitioners.

In the beginning, everyone was busy “harvesting”, even if there was a conflict, they would just give up with a sneer.

But as time passed, the number of treasures became less and less, and the conflicts increased, and gradually became really angry.

Of course, there is another potentially important factor-the fog covering the house!

The mist is poisonous and can damage the soul. It needs refining and absorbing treasures to be able to resist it.

No one knows how long they will be trapped here next, even if the treasures are abundant in their respective hands, it still does not affect their hope to get more.

Especially, the monks who entered the house, although the cultivation level was not bad, there were still some differences between strengths and weaknesses.

The weak are okay, but the strong will think a little bit.

An ordinary unnamed grass caused the first murder in the house. The specific process is not important. The important thing is that one party died on the spot… and then the terror came!

The body of the dead cultivator turned directly into powder, and a blood bead the size of a crimson dragon eye appeared in front of everyone.

No one knows what this blood bead is, and even at the beginning, despite their surprise, not many people paid attention to it.

Because, as the cultivator turned into powder, his storage magic weapon was destroyed, and all kinds of things exploded all over the place.

Of course, it contains all the things he collected after entering the house.

In a scrambled melee, the blood bead was taken away by someone in the process.

The matter of dead people didn’t make everyone panic. For the dangerous world of practitioners, this was originally normal.

But just after this day, the courtyard covered by the poisonous fog began to die continuously, and the number became more and more…A horrible shadow enveloped everyone’s hearts!

Because, things started to get weird.