"Mr. Monster?"

The slightly surprised voice of the Sanxin Lan Lingtong broke An Qisheng's contemplation.

His mind turned lightning, and when the light of the altar had not completely disappeared, he suddenly stretched out his hand and smashed the "Tai Chi Qiankun Circle" on his wrist with his Taoist magic into the altar.

boom!

The altar shocked!

Then, the riot occurred, and the spiritual rice, magic weapon, and spiritual treasure that were swallowed by the altar were swallowed out by it.

An Qisheng's movement was too fast, almost the moment the light of the altar disappeared.

The only Sanxin Lan Lingtong who saw this scene was shocked:

"Mr. Monster, you?"

It has been several years since the divine thoughts arrived. In these years, An Qisheng has done the most, which is to refine this "Tai Chi Qiankun Circle" with the potential to be promoted to treasure.

I had just instilled my own Dharma principles and Taoism into it a few days ago, but I never thought that I would throw it into the altar.

"Tai Chi Qiankun Circle will not be my treasure of enlightenment."

An Qisheng pressed his hand and pressed down the scattered magic weapon, Ling Mi, stared at the altar, and responded to the surprise of the little blue-skinned monster in a faint way:

"I accepted this treasure, but it was just a thought of Wan Guanglong. Although it cannot be said to be optional, it will not be too expensive."

"Yes, but why do you value that boy so much? He clearly has nothing special, it's very ordinary."

The three-hearted blue spirit boy was still a little puzzled. This was too strange.

Sun En, who was obviously closer, threw some books away and ignored them. How could he be so good to this ordinary boy who had never met in two worlds?

Could it be that I misunderstood?

"Avery normal?"

An Qisheng shook his head and laughed:

"Then you've really read it wrong..."

He closed his eyes slightly to cover up his solemn eyes.

He believed that there were coincidences in this world, and that the base was large enough that all coincidences could become something that would inevitably happen.

But this is still a bit too coincidental.

Is it a coincidence to the lower realm of Yuanyang?

......

"No, no..."

In the dense forests of the mountains, a pocket altar emits a strange red light. Qin Yu lay on the ground with his face pale and bloodless.

The green toad squatted on his chest, gasping for breath.

At this time, Qin Yu finally understood the biggest drawback of this blood refining method.

That's blood.

It took him nine and a half months before he could not know how much blood he released or how many herbs he had eaten to replenish blood, so he had a very subtle connection with an ordinary stone.

If it were a magic weapon and a elixir, God knew how much blood would it take?

Fortunately, Qin Yu was very excited and even looked forward to the response of the 'teacher'.

Buzz ~

The red light flashed for only a few moments, and Qin Yu's breath was not breathing evenly, and he heard a long and beautiful sound, like a sound made by knocking on an iron chime.

This sound contained strange divine power. As the sound waves drooped, Qin Yu felt that the lost physical strength suddenly came back, and the fatigue of bleeding for many days was wiped out.

"What's this?"

Qin Yu was surprised and expectant, so he suddenly turned over and sat up, and saw red light storm on the pocket altar, hundreds or thousands of feet away.

Then, countless spiritual rice was sprayed out by red light, almost completely submerged the entire mountain forest!

"Can you exchange so much spiritual rice for just one stone?"

Let Ling Miru Waterfall submerge himself, Qin Yu was completely stunned.

When he came to his senses, he felt his head suddenly become heavier.
Chapter completed!