Cui Wenzi was full of excitement and took the complete collection of basic alchemy records in Zhou Yang's hand and found that it was all full of alchemy recipes for cultivating the truth.

What Qi Condensation Pill, Marrow Cleansing Pill, God Gathering Pill...

Even if he can live forever in the mythical world now, it is difficult to hide the excitement in his heart.

This is completely a new alchemy system.

Although the elixir he refined can make people live forever, fundamentally speaking, after taking the elixir, he only becomes an ordinary person with a long lifespan, and no extraordinary power exists.

After seeing off Cui Wenzi, Zhou Yang saw the Iron Gallant Divine Marquis Zhu Wushi and the Eighteen Bronze Man who brought the Hydra Cypress to the Wanjie Tower with the Hydra Cypress.

Zhou Yang waved his hand lightly, and the Hydra Cypress turned into a stream of light and fell behind the Wanjie Tower.

"I won't give you the mission reward, but you can enter the world of Legend of the Night and don't need to pay 100 value points." Zhou Yang said to the Eighteen Bronze Man.

The Eighteen Bronze Men were excited when they heard this. With their identities, they might not be able to enter the world of legends in the night.

But now it’s free, and they have some gains from the Eighteen Coppers, which is worth the trip.

"Shenhou, you can also go back and bring some people, just like them." Zhou Yang said that the world of dark night is so big, and it is not very different to go one day early or one day late.

After the Iron-God God Marquis Zhu Wushi and the Eighteen Bronze Man bowed and bowed, the Iron-God God Marquis Zhu Wushi returned to the world's No. 1 world and summoned people. The Eighteen Bronze Man held the iron stick and rushed to the legendary world of the night.

Shortly after the iron gall god-master Zhu Wushi and others left, Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult also brought the members of the Ming Cult to carefully carry the small peach tree that Zhou Yang asked for.

The small peach tree is about ten feet tall, and the thickness of ten people is together. Each root is three or four meters long. Every branch and leaf of it is like a carved black jade, as if it can drip out jade juice, full of strong vitality.

Moreover, there are also bowls hanging on the tree, with bright colors, like crystal-like peaches, about hundreds, which look extraordinary.

Zhou Yang touched it gently, and the small peach tree disappeared without a trace in an instant. At a distance of dozens of feet from the Hydra Cypress, the small peach tree stood upright.

"Yang Xiao, you can take all the people behind you into the world of legendary night." Zhou Yang took the little peach tree into his pocket and was in a good mood. He pointed to the twenty or thirty people behind Yang Xiao.

"Thank you, the owner." Yang Xiao and the Ming Cult members behind him said excitedly.

Seeing the Ming Cult enter the world of legendary night, Zhou Yang took out the mission sheet, and he still had two troubles to arrange.

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The world of legends in the night.

The Sweeping Monk always believed that even if he had not reached the state of Buddha, the Buddha of the Patriarch Bodhidharma, was me and I was Buddha, but his mind was as calm as water and calm as he was, he should have reached it long ago.

I have been alone in the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years. I don’t communicate with anyone, just occasionally peeping, watching quietly, without saying a word.

How many people can do this so much loneliness?

But in the Wanjie Tower, his calm mind was actually broken.

Fortunately, I recited Buddhist scriptures myself, calmed down, and returned to the state of no waves in the ancient well.

However, who knew that as soon as he entered the world of legends in the night, he met the Mongolian master Jinlun Dharma King and his group.

"I am merciful." The monk sweeping the floor whispered, following Abbot Xuanci and his group quietly walked in the other direction.

I don’t know if they are lucky or bad.

Before they could go far, they encountered a wave of more than a dozen werewolf attacks.

Looking at the membership card with red light, Abbot Xuanci and others naturally would not let them go, and the two sides started to fight.

It may be that I am used to appearing in the end.

The sweeping monk watched quietly, Abbot Xuanci and others fought with the werewolf.

Who knew that the Golden Wheel Dharma King behind him, regardless of his carelessness, was like a human-shaped beast, killing the werewolf.

How do these ordinary werewolfs compare to the Golden Wheel Dharma King who has practiced to the eleventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna?

More than a dozen werewolfs, including Abbot Xuanci and others, were killed all like the ones who were fighting with him, like the King of Jinlun was cut into melons and vegetables.

The sweeping monk just watched quietly, without saying anything, without asking or saying anything.

"The national teacher is indeed worthy of the number one master in Mongolia." Mongolian Khan Mengge said excitedly. More than a dozen werewolfs were killed so easily that they were wiped out.

With the strength of the Golden Wheel Dharma King crushing, it is not just about killing werewolfs when encountering werewolfs, or killing vampires when encountering vampires.

"The Khan should take out the werewolf's blood first." Yin Kexi, another Mongolian master, reminded.

Yin Kexi has a high nose and deep eyes, a curved yellow beard, and is a Hu man. He is wearing Hanfu, a neck hanging from pearls, a jade bracelet with a pearl, a pearl with a pearl, a pearl with a precious spirit, and is afraid that others will not know that he is a rich man.

Mongolian Khan Mengge quickly instructed Darba, the second disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King behind him to remove the crystal bottle from his backpack.

"Shan, the blood of these werewolfs' hearts is almost more than a thousand value points. With the strength of the National Master, we can buy a piece of cultivation technique." Nemo Xing said excitedly. With his status in Mongolia, he must be able to watch the cultivation technique.

The sweeping monk just listened quietly, more than a thousand worth of value?

It seems that these more than a thousand value points can be used as member value points.

The Peiyuan Gong he wanted to buy was only 3,000 worth of value, and just this wave of werewolf was worth one-third.

"The old monk over there comes over to help us dissect some werewolfs." King Jinlun looked at the dazed sweeping monk and ordered.

I thought he was frightened by his extraordinary martial arts, but I couldn't let him go.

"Ao! Ao! Ao!"

At this moment, a long and shrill roar of wolf resounded throughout the sky.

"Everyone is ready, I'm afraid another werewolf is coming." King Jinlun said excitedly. After another wave of killing, he would get the cultivation technique.

"You might as well come here quickly." King Jinlun scolded the monk.

The sweeping monk raised his head and looked quietly at the arrogant and arrogant King of Golden Wheel.

"Be careful, the national teacher, these three werewolfs are much more fierce." Mongolian Khan Mengge looked at the membership card with dazzling red light on his body and couldn't help but remind him.

These werewolfs are so powerful that they are fierce.

"Don't worry about the great khan. The great harvest is that these werewolfs are probably at least intermediate and may have advanced bloodlines. If you kill these three werewolfs, you will easily get the cultivation technique." The King of Golden Wheel said without caring that although these three werewolfs were fierce, there are still many gaps compared to him.

"I'm over 100 years old." Just as King Jinlun was excited and ready to kill the werewolf again, the sweeping monk standing quietly beside him murmured softly.

"I'm over 100 years old, do you want me to pity you?" King Jinlun said disdainfully.

"I can't wait any longer." After the sweeping monk said, he stood quietly. The next moment, with the monk's robe, the three werewolfs were bleeding from their seven orifices and fell to the ground to die.

"Thank you for your help from the old monk. All these werewolfs belong to me." The King of Jinlun said with a cold light on his face.

He also has a certain understanding of the martial arts of the Central Plains. For example, a yang finger can emit internal force from the body and kill people dozens of feet away.

Shaolin Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years. King Jinlun thought it was just a martial art used by the Sweeping Monk, but he was slightly surprised by the Sweeping Monk's deep internal strength.

However, it is normal to think that the old monk is over 100 years old and his internal strength is deep.

"You are the first time I have had anger in my forty years." The next moment, the turbid gaze of the sweeping monk showed his eyes, as if lightning flashed by, and it was fierce and fierce.

He moved!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ······

Abbot Xuanci and others saw a afterimage of the sweeping monk, and then everyone in the Mongolian team flew backwards and ran wildly with blood in their mouths.

Especially on the face of King Jinlun, there is a clearly visible fist mark.

"Amitabha, good! Good! The abbot took away all the blood from the werewolf's heart." The sweeping monk looked quietly at the Golden Wheel Dharma King who was lying on the ground with a fearful look on his face, and said lightly.

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