Chapter 979: Reaping the Profits

The golden elixir ghost cultivator was frightened and alert. When he led the skeleton puppets far away and no longer saw the figure of the monk in the moon-white satin gown, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead subconsciously.

Only then did he realize that since he fell into the ghost realm and started practicing again, he was no longer a monk's body, and he was still sweating! It can be seen that it has been many years since I was so scared.

And this monk wearing a moon-white satin gown was able to take the storage bag so calmly and calmly at the battle between the Wuzhou government and Wandering Soul Castle on Hanshui Ridge, without fear of any of them from Wandering Soul Castle. , obviously he is confident and cannot be provoked by him!

Especially the death of Gu Hongzi made him feel lingering fear! Even the peak powerhouse in the middle stage of the Golden Core was no match for this person, and he died in a very short period of time, which shows how terrifying the monk in the moon-white satin gown is!

"This person must be hiding his cultivation, it must be like this!"

The Golden Elixir Ghost had already died once when he was cultivating the Ghost Path of Sinking. After finally cultivating to this day, he didn’t want to die again! Especially when he saw that the white satin monk this month did not even let go of Gu Hongzi's body, he felt a chill running down his spine and shuddered!

Therefore, the Jindan Ghost Cultivator turned a blind eye to Ye Ling's disappearance and did not dare to investigate further. He just pretended that nothing had happened, and did not dare to say hello to his companions. He was even afraid that Ye Ling would misunderstand and wander away. Everyone in Soul Castle stayed far away and continued to lead his skeleton puppets to attack the pass on Hanshui Ridge.

But he was a little on tenterhooks, glancing at the skeleton puppet behind him from time to time, fearing that the monk in the moon-white satin gown was still among them, and he was even a little polite to the skeleton puppet he had refined.

At this time, Ye Ling was still in the hidden state of water. He saw that the monks from Wuzhou Government and the ghost cultivators from Wandering Soul Castle were fighting fiercely on Hanshui Ridge. Dead bodies were everywhere, and neither side had time to clean the battlefield and count the spoils.

Ye Ling cleaned for them on the ridge and started a profit-taking business. He shuttled through the battlefield invisible and put away storage bags one by one.

Once the officers and soldiers of the Wuzhou government or the ghost cultivators of Wandering Soul Castle were killed, no matter it was the golden elixir stage or the foundation building stage, Ye Ling could always rush forward as soon as possible, take away the storage bag, and even The ownerless flying swords were not left behind, they were all collected into the bag.

The fighting between the two sides was fierce, and no one paid much attention at first. In the end, when they were exhausted from the fight, they saw that the trophies they had obtained suddenly disappeared and disappeared under their noses, and they couldn't help but get very angry.

"Who! Who?! The storage bag is mine, that is my trophy!"

"Whose wandering spirit did this? Hand it over to me now!"

The ghost cultivators in Wandering Soul Castle noticed something was wrong one by one, and thought that it was their own people who instigated the ghosts to do it, so they couldn't help but yell.

The golden elixir ghost cultivator who had met Ye Ling before heard that his companions noticed the clues and were still shouting there. They were afraid of avoiding him and just focused on breaking the formation and attacking the pass.

When Ye Ling saw the Ghost Cultivators in Wandering Soul Castle, he realized something, and infiltrated into the ranks of Wuzhou officials. He walked in and out of the dilapidated mountain guarding formation, took away the corpse's storage bag and waist tag, and finally I have accumulated dozens of tokens for Wuzhou officers and soldiers, including not only captains and soldiers, but even the deputy commander of Hanshui Pass!

"That's enough! I don't believe I can't get into Wuzhou City with so many tokens from Wuzhou officers and soldiers!"

Ye Ling weighed the heavy storage bag, passed through the broken mountain defense formation and the pass where fierce battles were still taking place, and headed north over the mountains and ridges.