Wu Ling said in surprise: "Senior Brother, what's the use of wanting these crystals? Even ordinary foundation-building cultivators are not qualified to use these medium-grade crystals."

Zhang Heng sighed slightly: "This time I went to Dutian Castle to buy some materials and almost spent all my crystals. This time I got a broken array plate in Dutian Castle, and I needed better quality crystals to start."

"Array plate?" Wu Ling's eyes lit up, "Can the low-grade crystal bead be activated?"

Zhang Heng nodded: "So I still need some medium-grade crystal stones. Junior Brother Wu, do you still have them here? After this formation plate reaches the cave, it may play some role."

Zhang Heng did not hide the matter of the formation plate, but this thing was used to deal with Ouyang Tiande anyway.

"My junior is lucky and can actually get an extremely rare array plate. According to my estimate, the array plate activated by using medium-grade crystal stones can even pose a certain threat to the cultivator of the Killing Dan stage."

Wu Ling did not ask Zhang Heng to take out the array plate, with a hint of envy on his face.

Zhang Heng thought to himself that if he hadn't made the oath of the inner demon, how could he have obtained a formation plate? However, he also accepted the first disciple of his life, and he was also a disciple with a useless spirit root.

"I wonder how many medium-grade crystal stones my senior brother wants?" Wu Ling asked calmly.

When Zhang Heng heard this, he was delighted. It seemed that Wu Ling had a lot of medium-grade crystals in his hands. I don’t know where these things came from.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Heng reported a number: "It's better to have eight."

Every time the array disk activates the formation, it consumes the spiritual energy of the crystals embedded in it. After a long time of use, the crystals in the array disk will also consume all their energy.

Zhang Heng didn't know how long the four medium-grade crystals could support this array plate, so he reported the number of eight.

He looked at Wu Ling slightly and found that the other party's expression had not changed at all. Perhaps the eight medium-grade crystals had not yet touched his bottom line.

Wu Ling didn't say much, slapped his storage bag with his hand, and immediately took out more than a dozen medium-grade crystals from it, and rolled onto the ground with a "slam".

"These are sixteen medium-grade crystals. If they are not enough, you can ask me for it." Wu Ling's face was calm and he took out sixteen medium-grade crystals in one breath, without even blinking his eyes.

How rich will this guy have? Zhang Heng couldn't help but have such an idea. Before this, why didn't he report more numbers just now? Zhang Heng felt a little regretful.

After putting all these crystals into his storage bag, Zhang Heng thanked Wu Ling repeatedly.

Wu Ling smiled faintly and said, "This is what you should do. You can accept these things for granted. If you still lack anything, you can also come to me to get them."

His eyes fell on a storage bag obtained by Zhang Hengxin again. Wu Ling said in surprise: "Your storage bag was given to you by Ouyang Tiande? It's of good quality."

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "My original storage bag was broken. Ouyang Zu made an exception and gave me such a storage bag for his own benefit."

"You came out of the mountain this time, then Ouyang Zu didn't stop you, right?" Wu Ling gently supported his cheek with his hands, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Zhang Heng's expression became solemn again, and he smiled bitterly: "Yes, I don't know what Ouyang Zu did on me, and he could sense the approximate location of my existence within a certain range."

"Junior brother, you seem to know that old guy very well, and your spiritual sense is also very powerful. Do you know what he did on me?" Zhang Heng looked at Wu Ling with great anticipation.

Wu Ling nodded and said, "Then let me see, but I can already guess some."

After saying that, Wu Ling used his spiritual sense to sweep Zhang Heng's body, and he didn't even let go of the storage bag.

Zhang Heng tightly restrained his spiritual sense and also opened a small opening to the storage bag for the other party to check it out.

Anyway, there is nothing shocking in Zhang Heng's storage bag. Even the snow lotus transformed by Ning Xuerong is at most regarded by the other party as a treasure of nature.

Moreover, the "wealth" in Wu Ling's hand seemed quite objective, and one or two of them could be seen from the other party's hand-send to the medium-grade crystal, so he was not afraid of the other party's greed.

Zhang Heng’s biggest secret is the perverted skill, and everything else seems insignificant. The perverted skill that Zhang Heng practiced is one by one and the level of the immortal cultivation world, so he is not afraid that the other party can see any flaws.

After a while, Wu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and said to Zhang Hengdaofei: "There should be no trouble in the storage bag, but the problem is still on you."

Zhang Heng's heart moved and he said his inference in his heart: "Is it because of this Soul-Devouring Gu?"

Wu Ling did not deny Zhang Heng's speculation, but said in a slightly solemn tone: "Indeed, this soul-devouring Gu is connected to Ouyang Tiande's mind. At a considerable distance, he can sense your approximate position. This is nothing, the most terrifying thing is the purple magic magic skill he practiced..."

From the previous story, Zhang Heng had learned that the Ziji Fantasy Magic Art was a skill practiced by Ziji Sanren. With this set of skills, Ziji Sanren could have few opponents among the same level. It can be said that half of Ziji Sanren's reputation back then came from this skill.

From this we can see the power of this Purple Viagra Magical Art.

Wu Ling said with a few memories, "If I guessed correctly, he has put a tracking spell called the 'Purple Seal' on you. The principle is to inject an extremely special mark into the bodies of others. This spell is extremely secret, and it is extremely difficult for middle-aged artists to discover its existence."

Zhang Heng looked happy: "So, junior brother, do you have a way to eliminate this method?"

If there is a way to get rid of this tracking mark on your body, Zhang Heng will be able to completely get rid of the shadow of Ouyang Zu from then on, and there is a lot to go to in the world.

Wu Ling shook his head and said, "I am still sure to remove the Soul-Devouring Gu on your body, but I can't help it with the Purple Seal."

"Since you can know that I have the 'Purple Seal' on my body, how come there is no way to remove it?" Zhang Heng looked at Wu Ling unwillingly.

Wu Ling stood up from the cushion, walked around the house for a few steps, and said with a constant expression: "If you want to remove this mark, unless a cultivator who practices the Purple Vision Magic Art comes in person. But I have not practiced the Purple Vision Magic Art, because the cultivators who practice this technique will have a sense of a distance. Moreover, this set of exercises is also extremely cultivated. Without superhuman qualifications and perseverance, it is impossible to practice successfully."

Zhang Heng showed a look of disappointment on his face. He also understood what Wu Ling said. Even if he had the magic tricks of the Purple Vision Magical Art, he would not dare to practice it. Once he practiced this trick, he would be discovered by Ouyang Tiande, who also practiced the Purple Vision Magical Art. In this way, he would not be able to stay in Fang Yunshan for more than ten years.

"You don't have to worry. In fact, just find a monk with a higher cultivation level than Old Ancestor Ouyang, and there is hope to remove the 'Purple Seal' on you. According to my estimate, Ouyang Tiande just thought that at this time, he was just a cultivator in the early stage of the Killing Dan stage. In the entire Three Star Domain, there are not many cultivators in the Killing Dan stage, and they can also be encountered. At that time, as long as you pay some price, you can ask the other party to help." Wu Ling persuaded.

"Okay, as long as this trip to the cave can succeed, everything will be easy." Zhang Heng could only sigh in secretly.

Wu Ling's eyes flashed over Zhang Heng's storage bag again, and he smiled and said, "Senior Brother, have you bought two third-level talismans this time?"

Zhang Heng was not surprised. He had already asked the other party to inspect the storage bag just now and nodded, "I'm just trying to give myself more trump cards."

Wu Ling smiled and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? I have some of these third-level talismans in my hands, my junior brother."

Zhang Heng was slightly surprised: "Did you buy it too?"

Wu Ling smiled and slapped the storage bag with his hand, took out a large handful of talismans of different colors from it, and a special wave of spiritual power was generated in the house.

"Are these third-level talismans?" Zhang Heng asked in disbelief, looking shocked and puzzled.

"Well, all of them are third-level talismans. There are about fifty of these in my hand, so I will leave them for you to defend yourself with my senior brother." Wu Ling smiled and handed these talismans to Zhang Heng.

This is a third-level talisman worth hundreds of crystals. How could this guy take out so many at once?

Zhang Heng took such a pair of third-level talismans and his face was quite strange, but he still put them in the storage bag.

The capital in Wu Ling's hands once again exceeded Zhang Heng's imagination, and he thought to himself, would this guy have something to do with the ancestors of the Tang family?

Zhang Heng felt that this guy was even more valuable than Ouyang Zu.

Suddenly, Zhang Heng had an idea in his mind. Could it be that Wu Ling was Tang Zhoushan himself, or that he had inherited Tang Zhoushan's mantle?

Tang Zhoushan, this monk who has been dead for hundreds of years, isn’t he willing to be lonely and has set up a chess game that has lasted for hundreds of years for his own selfish interests?

At this moment, Zhang Heng felt deeply afraid of the ancestor who could be regarded as his nominal one, even though the other party was a dead person.

(Chapter 2 is coming, and I will soon enter the main topic of Volume 2. Originally, the first volume was planned to write 100 chapters, but most readers thought it was too slow and could tell by looking at the voting survey.

Whoever has a vote, if there is one, just kill me! Just vent...)
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