The tall and thin old man pointed at Zhao Sheng and screamed in anger, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Others don’t know, but he knows it very well!

The rotten fire ghost skeleton that I have been cultivating for decades has killed countless powerful enemies before. Unexpectedly, I only met him one time today and was destroyed by that person's thunder.

This person... I'm afraid he's a foundation-building monk!

When the tall and thin old man felt fear, Zhao Sheng did not take the opportunity to attack and kill him, but looked around.

He looked extremely surprised. He didn't expect that the inner space of the shell was much larger than the outside. It was very wide inside, with a diameter of more than a hundred feet and a height of nearly twenty feet. It looked like a small cave.

In fact, it has really been arranged into a cave, complete with small courtyards, pavilions, stone pavilions, green trees, and spiritual fields and ponds.

If Zhao Sheng hadn't known that this was a 3,000-foot-deep seabed, he would have thought he was in a paradise.

"This is...?"

Zhao Sheng was very shocked, and the name of a rare treasure suddenly appeared in his mind: "Nahaibei!"

Nahai shell is a kind of rare shellfish unique to Broken Star Sea. It is born with spatial attributes. In addition to being able to store items, it also has some functions of heaven and earth.

In ancient times, nahai shells that were more than a thousand years old were hunted and killed by ancient immortal cultivators because they could be refined into portable caves. In the past few thousand years, this rare shellfish has almost become extinct.

The tall, thin old man glanced at Zhao Sheng, then took a step back, trying to escape quietly.

"Wait a minute, where are you going!" Zhao Sheng was alarmed and immediately shouted coldly.

The tall and thin old man stopped and threatened in a low voice: "Senior...Senior, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave when my uncle takes his hand out."

"Oh, who is your uncle?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the exquisite courtyard not far away. There were shouts and shouts there, and from time to time he saw black skeletons flying up and down, setting off green flames, constantly clashing with golden sword rainbows, and bursting out.

Black air and golden light.

From the outside, the fighting there was fierce and the two sides were in a stalemate.

But judging from the tall, thin old man who was sent to guard the gate, it was clear that the skull side had the upper hand, otherwise they would not have left one of their combat talents unused.

It seems that if we don't help, the other side will be defeated quickly.

Zhao Sheng did not want to see this situation happen.

After all, only fish can be fished in troubled waters. There are at least two foundation-building monks fighting inside. He is a minor cultivator at the eighth level of Qi refining. If he doesn't use some tricks, how can he make a profit?

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng looked back at the tall, thin old man again, trying to get some information out of his mouth.

The tall, thin old man mistook Zhao Sheng for a foundation-building monk, and he couldn't help but be afraid.

He was also interested in stalling for time. When he heard the inquiry, he immediately said: "My uncle is Master Dry Bones. He has been in the outer star sea for hundreds of years. He is powerful and has no opponent. I advise you to leave here quickly."

"Oh, so awesome! Why haven't I heard of it?" Zhao Sheng asked with a smile, not in a hurry to do it.

The tall and thin old man continued to talk: "You haven't heard of it because you are ignorant. Let me mention another name, the name of the Corpse Demon Pirates. You must have heard of it! My uncle is a member of the Corpse Demon Pirates.

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Zhao Sheng frowned. The Corpse Demon Pirates had been running rampant in the Broken Star Sea for five hundred years and had a very vicious reputation.

Legend has it that any crew member on the Corpse Demon Pirate Group has a minimum level of cultivation above Foundation Establishment, and the captain is a real person in the late Golden Core stage.

If what this person says is true, this is going to be a bit tricky.

At this time, after just a few words, the battle group over there had a new situation. The golden sword rainbow was dim, and it was retreating steadily under the siege of skulls. It seemed that there were signs of defeat.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Sheng no longer hesitated. He touched the storage bag on his waist with both hands and threw out seven or eight first-level water arrow talismans with more than twenty stacks.

In an instant, thousands of water arrows suddenly occupied half of the sky, with a sharp edge, and "swamped" the tall and thin old man in the blink of an eye.

In the past two years, Zhao Sheng spent his free time drawing talismans to pass the time. Over time, the storage bag became filled with various stacked talismans and second-level true talismans.

As for other "defective products", they were all used to exchange for elixirs and spiritual stones.

As soon as the tall and thin old man died, the other side seemed to have been warned, and the battle instantly became more intense.

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly, flashed, and suddenly disappeared into the air.

…

Zhen Yue hurriedly dodged everywhere, and used flying swords to continuously bombard the group of skulls that were pursuing her.

Obviously, these skulls have been carefully refined by their masters. They are as strong as steel and invulnerable to weapons and weapons. They cannot be hurt by ordinary magic weapons, and they can only retreat three feet to avoid the sharp edge.

The golden sword was constantly burned by green flames, its speed was slow, its blade was covered with green marks, and it no longer had the majesty it had just now.

While fighting with three one-horned black skeletons, it was unexpectedly entangled by green flames. Seeing the sword light gradually dimming, the sweat on Zhen Yue's face immediately dropped.

Seeing this situation, Master Withered Bones, whose body was as thin as a living skeleton, chattered and laughed strangely, and intensified his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power infusion, and commanded a group of horned ghost skeletons to kill Zhen Yue in an attempt to end the battle as soon as possible.

At this time, Zhao Sheng had already sneaked into the hospital. After secretly checking on Master Dry Bones, he turned his hand over without any hesitation and held two second-level water mine talismans between his fingers.

go!

As he shouted, two large blue thunder balls suddenly flew into the air, penetrated deep into the group of ghost skeletons, and suddenly exploded.

In an instant, two brilliant fireworks seemed to explode in the sky, and the ghost skeletons were blown up in all directions.

Master Withered Bones' expression changed. He was a member of the Ghost Skull Sect of the Corpse God Sect, and he was most afraid of thunder spells in his life.
Chapter completed!