"Humph, if the talisman spell in my arms can meet your requirements, there will be no mistakes. Isn't my reputation as the middle-term elder of the Ghost Talisman Sect Guijun still not guaranteed? I asked you to take out those tortoise shell scales as long as it satisfies you. I demand that the spell scroll be handed over to you immediately. Why are you so long-winded?"
The old man surnamed Bai snorted coldly, and a slightly angry voice came out from the mist.
"Don't be surprised, Fellow Daoist Li. Brother Zhan, Brother Bai, is the direct descendant of an elder from our Guifu Sect. He always talks like this. We are used to it. Please bear with me, Fellow Daoist."
The old man surnamed Li suddenly heard this and was about to retort when the old man surnamed Zhan standing next to him suddenly moved his lips slightly and said through sound transmission.
After hearing what the other party said, the old man surnamed Li couldn't help but swallow the words he was about to say.
The old man surnamed Li has seen a lot of this kind of sect monk who has always been high-handed but low-minded and has a strong backing. In order to complete this transaction with the other party, he will not care too much about this matter.
"Since Fellow Taoist Bai has said this, Li will no longer insist. But if the spells that Fellow Taoist brings out cannot penetrate Li's eyes, then we will naturally give up the deal."
As he spoke, a jade box appeared in his hand. He raised his hand without any care and the jade box arrived in front of the monk surnamed Bai who was three feet away.
The mist immediately rolled, and a skinny and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the mist. After a while, he grabbed the jade box in his hand. In a flash, the skinny palm retracted into the mist.
"Hahaha, it's really good. This is indeed the back armor of an eighth-level demon turtle, and it is also a demon turtle that is about to break through the ninth level. Although this demon turtle's back armor is slightly small, it is enough for me to refine it into that treasured armor. This is my scroll of talismans and spells. Please keep them."
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the mist. The monk surnamed Bai seemed extremely happy. As he spoke, a black object flew out of the mist and flew straight towards the old man surnamed Li.
"Pa" suddenly saw an object flying out of the mist. The old man surnamed Li did not have any doubts. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the black object. But just as he stretched out his hand, a crisp sound suddenly sounded.
With this crisp sound, a piece of black silk mesh only about a foot in size touched the arm of the old man named Li. In a flash, the area suddenly increased sharply, and then suddenly spread towards his body.
"Oh, it's so abominable."
As soon as he touched the black silk screen, the old man surnamed Li was suddenly shocked. He still didn't understand what kind of scroll the other party threw. It was clearly a magic weapon in the shape of a silk screen.
But just when the old man surnamed Li screamed in surprise, he only felt a huge amount of restrained energy suddenly pouring into the blood in his hand from the place where the silk screen and his arm came into contact, and rapidly flowing along the blood in his arm. Spreads throughout the body
It was so fast that it invaded his Dantian almost instantly.
What frightened the old man surnamed Li was that the extremely huge confining energy made him feel irresistible. Even if he quickly mobilized the magic power in his body to block the rapidly spreading confining force, it had no effect at all.
As the power of confinement spread, wherever it passed, the old man surnamed Li suddenly felt a sense of numbness.
Even if he wants to make a move, it is already difficult to do so.
"Ah, you...fellow Daoist Bai, what do you mean by this?"
As the black silk screen quickly filled the air, almost in a blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Li was completely enclosed in the silk screen. At this time, apart from being able to speak words, the old man surnamed Li could no longer move at all.
When the old man surnamed Li arrived, he still didn't understand that the other party clearly wanted to snatch his treasure, so he shouted with an extremely angry look on his face. Although his whole body was wrapped and imprisoned by a layer of silk mesh with a thick black light, the old man surnamed Li had nothing but Angry but not much fear revealed
"Ah, Senior Brother Bai, what are you doing?"
Suddenly seeing what was happening in front of him, the old man surnamed Zhan couldn't help but his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Humph, what do you want me to do? Don't you understand? A mere early-stage ghost cultivator actually returned to the human world within a few years. He must have gained a lot. I want to see what kind of treasures he has on his body."
Seeing that the old man surnamed Li had been captured alive without any surprise, the monk surnamed Bai turned around and looked at his fellow monk who was already full of anger, and said nonchalantly.
Although he couldn't clearly see the face wrapped in the mist, the old man surnamed Zhan could still tell that his fellow disciples were already ready to capture him. As long as he moved a little, there would be a powerful attack on his body.
"Senior brother, Daoyou Li is a fellow Jian'an man who I met more than a hundred years ago. Please be merciful, senior brother."
Seeing the dark mist transformed by the middle-level ghost king monk who was only two feet away in front of him, the old man surnamed Zhan was also frightened in his heart. With the expression on his face changing, he bowed and begged for mercy.
In fact, he didn't have much close friendship with the fellow disciple in front of him. He had only met him a few times in the sect. A few years ago, when the old man named Zhan was assigned by the sect to garrison in Fang City, this senior brother once told him to pay attention to a kind of soil that contained soil. Properties of hard materials
And is willing to exchange for a high-level talisman spell in his hand
This time when I saw the eighth-level demon turtle scale armor taken out by the old man surnamed Li, I immediately thought of this senior brother Bai.
But what makes the old man named Zhan unimaginable is that this senior brother Bai actually comes up and wants to rob the other party.
"Huh, just stand aside for me. If you want to say anything more, don't blame me for not thinking about our friendship." As soon as he said those words, the monk surnamed Bai, wrapped in mist, floated towards the old man surnamed Li.
"Whoosh!" A figure flashed. When the monk surnamed Bai moved, the old man surnamed Zhan flew up without hesitation and shot towards the distance.
Its speed is actually half as fast as most of the early Ghost Lord monks.
With the knowledge of the early cultivator of Ghost Lord, how can he not understand that although he and the person in front of him are from the same sect, now that this has happened, Senior Brother Bai will definitely not let him go easily. Even if he does not kill him, he will definitely use some secrets when the time comes. You can't force yourself to submit
If you really want to put some kind of soul restriction on yourself, then from now on you can only listen to the mercy of the other party.
You must know that this kind of robbing others near one's own city is originally despised by the monks in the world of immortality.
"Huh, if you don't know what's good, then you can't blame me."
Upon seeing this scene, the figure of the monk surnamed Bai suddenly appeared in the fog. After a blur, the scene disappeared without a trace.
"Bang!" As the figure of the monk surnamed Bai disappeared, a muffled sound suddenly sounded a hundred feet away.
"Ah~~" A scream sounded almost simultaneously on the spot
