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Chapter 418: The Power of Immortals

The two of them were complacent, pretended to be arrogant, sought after each other, and disdained the rest of the monks.

"Hahaha... There is actually a top magic weapon in the storage bag of this great Jindan monk! There are dozens of top-grade spirit stones..."

At this time, a long laugh came, and Shi Qianhan was speaking.

Top magic weapon!

When Zhu Hong and Jin Jiaolong heard this, they looked at each other and felt a little regretful.

"Hehe, I actually got a piece of ten thousand-year-old black ice iron here!"

The peacock demon said happily.

Ah! Thousand-year black ice iron!

Zhu Hong and Jin Jiaolong were even more regretful and their intestines were blue, and they were secretly resentful.

"Ten Thousand Years of Black Ice Iron?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up. This was the best material for refining weapons. He hurriedly came over: "Yang happened to refine weapons. Can this ten thousand years of Black Ice Iron be traded to me?"

At this moment, the battlefield has been cleaned up, and there are not even any magic weapon parts and fragments left.

"Well..." The peacock demon turned his eyes: "Yes, but you have to take out some decent things too."

"Of course." Yang Fan looked confident. He was the first to start cleaning the battlefield, and Shi Qianhan also took action together, and he gained the most.

Then, he was killed by the Peacock Demon, and Yang Fan got the piece of ten thousand-year-old black ice iron as he wished. This was the best material that even the powerful Nascent Soul would be jealous of him when he saw it.

"I didn't expect that I would gain such a reward when I entered the inner hall..." Yang Fan secretly rejoiced.

After a brief click, I just cleaned the battlefield and picked up hundreds of ordinary magic weapons alone, more than 20 medium-grade magic weapons, four or five top-level magic weapons, other refining materials, magic weapons, parts, and other magic weapons, etc., which can almost be piled up into mountains...

You know, how could anyone who can enter the high-level golden elixir of Tianlan Palace be an ordinary person?

On that day, about three to four hundred high-level people entered the outer hall of Tianlan. After some fighting and hardship, hundreds of people entered the inner hall were the elites. They were all the capital in their hands, and each had at least four or five magic weapons.

What's more, after a fight in the outer hall, many of the high-level Jindans who survived had opportunities.

Ding~~~Ding!!

Just when Yang Fan was complacent, another shocking sound came from the sky above the Demon Abyss.

I don’t know what methods did the Demon Shadow and Ling Yue use, but the upper world’s immortal weapon trembled again, the demonic flames below exploded, and the fire from the earth veins also gushed out.

Sigh-hit-

A series of tiny lightning lights like silk threads swept towards the entire hall again.

"not good!"

The powerful men reacted very quickly this time and retreated outside the hall one after another.

"ah!"

There was still a great Jindan monk who died tragically in the aftermath of the lightning, and his body fell to the ground with a charred body.

Sneak and hiss—

At this moment, the inheritance beads on the upper world immortal weapon had a "buzzing" sound, and it became even more dim. Under an inexplicable force, it fell from the immortal weapon.

"Thunder Spirit Pearl is mine..." The mysterious demon shadow roared and reached out to grab the Thunder Spirit Pearl.

"Don't think about it!" Ling Yuejiao shouted, and with a wave of the silver short blade in her hand, a silver needle like drizzle enveloped the mysterious demon shadow.

Bang!!

The mysterious demon shadow just slapped the Thunder Spirit Pearl with one palm from the air.

Whoosh-

The thunder spirit bead was mixed with lightning, and it flew towards everyone.
Chapter completed!
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