"Hmph, if the talisman spell in my arms can meet your requirements, there will definitely be nothing wrong with it. To pursue the wild and wild era, you have to have a quick eye. Is it possible that I still have the reputation of the middle-term elder of the Ghost Talisman Sect? Can’t you guarantee it? If I ask you to take out the tortoise shell scales, as long as you meet my request, I will hand over the spell scroll to you immediately. Why are you so long-winded?"
The old man surnamed Bai snorted coldly, and a slightly angry voice came out of 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, and we are used to it. Fellow Daoist, please bear with me."
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 the voice.
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. However, if the spell that Fellow Taoist takes out cannot penetrate Li's eyes, then the deal between you and me will naturally be abandoned."
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 palm suddenly stretched out from the mist. With a few strokes, he grabbed the jade box in his hand. In a flash, the skinny palm retracted. In 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 practice. That piece of armor has been made. This is my roll of talisman and spell, please keep it."
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the mist, and 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.
"Bang!" Suddenly he saw something 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 thing. 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. Come.
"Ah, how disgusting."
As soon as he touched the black silk mesh, 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 silk mesh magic weapon.
But just when the old man surnamed Li screamed in surprise, he only felt that from the place where the silk screen and his arm came into contact, a huge amount of restricted energy suddenly poured into the blood in his hand, and flowed along the center of his arm. The blood spreads rapidly 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 power of confinement, it still 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?"
As the black silk screen spread rapidly, almost in a blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Li was completely enclosed in the silk screen. At this time, the old man surnamed Li, except for being able to speak words, could no longer move his whole body.
When the old man surnamed Li arrived, he still didn't understand that the other party clearly wanted to rob him of 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 glow, the old man surnamed Li did not show much fear except anger on his face.
"Ah, Senior Brother Bai, what are you doing?"
When he suddenly saw what was happening in front of him, the old man named Zhan couldn't help but change his expression, and he couldn't help but shout and ask.
"Hmph, what do I want to do? Don't you understand this? A mere early-stage casual cultivator of a ghost king actually returned to the human world within a few years. He must have gained a lot. I want to see what's on his body What kind of treasures are there?"
Seeing that the old man surnamed Li had been captured alive without any surprise, the monk surnamed Bai turned around, looked at his fellow monk who was already filled with 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 moves a little, there will undoubtedly be a powerful attack hitting his body.
"Senior brother, Daoyou Li is a fellow Taoist from Jian'an Prefecture whom I met more than a hundred years ago. Please be merciful, senior brother."
Seeing the dark mist transformed by the mid-level Guijun monk who was only two feet away in front of him, the old man named Zhan was also filled with fear. As the expression on his face changed, he bowed and begged.
In fact, he didn't have much of a close relationship 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 said, let him It focuses on a hard material that contains the properties of earth.
And he is willing to exchange it for a high-level talisman spell in his hand.
This time when I saw the eighth-level demon turtle scale armor that the old man surnamed Li took out, I immediately thought of this senior brother Bai.
But what the old man surnamed Zhan couldn't imagine was that Senior Brother Bai actually came up and wanted to rob the other party.
"Hmph, you obediently stand aside for me. If you want to say anything more, don't blame me for not thinking about our friendship." As soon as the words were spoken, the monk surnamed Bai, wrapped in mist, floated towards the old man surnamed Li.
"Whoosh!" A figure flashed, and when the monk surnamed Bai moved, the old man Zhan flew up without hesitation and shot towards the distance.
Its speed is so fast that it is half as fast as most of the early Ghost Lord monks.
With the knowledge of the early cultivator of Ghost Lord, he still could not understand that although he and the person in front of him were from the same sect, since this happened, Senior Brother Bai would not let him go easily. Even if he doesn't kill himself, he will definitely use some secret technique to force him 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 other party's mercy.
You must know that such things as robbing others near one's own city are despised by 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 mist. After a blur on the spot, he 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.
