Chapter three hundred and ninety-eight, the odd people's hope
The Death Valley Hall was dark.
Wen Xiao was the first to break in and summoned the holy light to illuminate the entire palace, as if it was daylight.
The palace is not gloomy, but it looks orderly, but the bottles and jars placed on the bookcase are still a bit nauseous.
Wen Xiao rushed into it and searched impatiently.
"Who is it?" Unexpectedly, there were still several weird people in the palace who had not left, and they immediately discovered Wen Xiao who had broken in.
"No matter who it is, catch it first."
A few weird guys rushed up immediately.
Wen Xiao was shocked.
Fortunately, Di Linglong arrived in time and cut several monsters into dozens of pieces at once, and then used the sealing sword to seal them in place.
Wen Xiao calmed down a little, and then quickly began to search for the entire hall.
Luo Sen was not idle and started searching quickly.
Seeing this, Jiarou also participated.
The room is filled with a large number of poisonous weeds and flowers, as well as various colorful reagents.
There are countless spirits in the cellar being held, all of them being captured as research targets.
There are many incomplete newcomers in the secret room who have never had life, and are all kinds of strange and terrifying.
After searching for several hours, they searched all the places, but they did not find the figure of the immortal in the pot.
Jiarou couldn't help but say, "Will you leave?"
"Look for it again, look for it again." Wen Xiao's face looked very ugly, his mentality seemed to be messed up, and he searched again in the hall with some crazy madness.
Even if he has found a place, he will look for it again.
He was unwilling to give up.
I finally knew the whereabouts of the immortal in the pot.
Do you want to return without success?
Luo Sen sighed, it seemed that he was late. How could they find out if a person like the immortal in the pot wanted to leave quietly?
"Mr. Di Linglong, do you feel any unusual aura?" Luo Sen asked.
Di Linglong shook his head: "No, the immortal in the pot you mentioned should be a very powerful guy, right? If you are a strong man in the same realm, you can easily escape my perception. After all, I am not good at perception, I am good at it.
It's a battle."
Luo Sen was helpless, either.
What to do if this is done?
Wen Xiao searched for several more hours, and found the night from daytime, but still found nothing.
He sat on the ground weakly, his face full of frustration and disappointment.
Rosen comforted and said, "It's okay, there will definitely be a chance to find him in the future."
"It's been too long, too long." Wen Xiao murmured to himself in a daze.
"What?"
"I've been out for too long." Wen Xiao closed his eyes, and there were two lines of clear tears in the corner of his eyes. He smiled bitterly: "There is not much time left, and there is really not much."
The light-winged angel carefully lay on Wen Xiao's shoulder and gently brushed his body with the holy light, as if comforting.
Luo Sen was stunned.
This was the first time he had seen Wen Xiao like this.
In my memory, Wen Xiao seemed to have always had a gentle smile, and seemed calm about everything, making people feel very comfortable.
But now, he became like this because he couldn't find the immortal in the pot.
Why do you say that there is not much time?
Is Wen Xiao going to die?
"I'll think of a solution." Luo Sen tightened his brows, strode out of the palace, and walked towards the group of monsters.
Luo Sen walked straight to Qingsha: "Tell me where the immortal in the pot is."
"Ha, I don't know." Qingsha sneered.
"You are the real master of Death Valley?" Rosen stared at Qingsha: "You must know, you must know."
"So what if I know, why should I tell you?" Qingsha looked at Luo Sen, and the faint green flames in his eyes jumped wildly.
Obviously he was in a very uneasy mood.
Rosen took a deep breath: "What do you want, talk about the conditions."
"Hahaha, negotiate terms?"
"Yes, I can get whatever you want for you."
"Okay, you can commit suicide." Qingsha sneered: "As long as you commit suicide, I will tell you where the immortal in the pot is."
The other groups of monsters also laughed strangely.
"You damn liar Qingsha is really cheap."
"Hahaha, you've lived for thousands of years and probably said this kind of human words."
"Take suicide soon. If you commit suicide, we will hand over the immortal in the pot to you."
Although they didn't know who the immortal in the pot was, they wouldn't stop them from calling out.
Luo Sen frowned.
Of course, suicide is impossible. These lunatics are clearly ** themselves.
"I can provide you with enough spiritual herbs, Qi Ling. You need a lot of materials to study. I can provide you with them." Luo Sen said with anger in his heart.
Qingsha laughed: "How much can you provide?"
"A few hundred million or billion worth of supplies?" Luo Sen gritted his teeth: "I can provide as much as you want, as long as you tell me the location of the immortal in the pot."
If you can conquer the immortal in the pot.
Just a few hundred million, billions of spirit stones are nothing.
Qingsha was stunned at first. He didn't expect Rosen to say such words, but then he sneered: "No, I just want you to die."
Wealth can help the gods, and billions of spirit stones can even make those strong people of the Spirit Emperor level crazy.
It's enough to build a palace.
But Qingsha didn't care at all.
"Hahaha, we'll die."
"It's almost dying."
"die!!!"
People roared strangely, and everyone hated Luo Sen to the core.
Luo Sen was also angry: "Are you sick? I'll provoke you. Don't you have to die if you billions of spirit stones?"
"You killed the little monster and made our hopes break. We wish we could peel and split you so that you would never be reborn." Qingsha roared resentfully.
All the weird people had angry green flames leaping in their eyes.
The little monsters have extraordinary research talents, which is their hope to break the curse of immortality.
Who would have thought that he was killed by Rosen?
How could these weirdos not be angry?
Luo Sen was in a hurry.
He killed someone for so many days. Obviously, the little monster in the mouth of these monsters is Ye Tianchen.
It turns out that it is because of this.
It's bad now, it's a big fight.
He had no ability to revive Ye Tianchen and calm the anger of these weird people.
At this time, Di Linglong came to Luo Sen. She also heard Qingsha's words and couldn't help frowning: "What hope is shattered? What else can you, the group of immortal monsters, have hope?"
These words suddenly stimulated these weird people.
They started to howl again.
"What do you know!"
"The newborn has succeeded, and we could have used this to study in depth and be reborn with our bodies."
"But now everything is gone."
"Everything is gone!"
"You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die."
These monsters have lost any desire, and nothing else can be worthy of their attention except death and resurrection.
Luo Sen thought of the newborn that Ye Tianchen said.
So that monster is so important?
Unfortunately, most of his body was swallowed by Dahuang and he was already dead.
Rosen thought for a while: "I'll help you to find out if one more is OK."
"Who do you think you are?" Qingsha roared: "The little monster is a genius in this area, and his talent is far beyond us. Who are you?"
Sure enough, Rosen was unanimously insulted by these weird people.
Luo Sen stamped his feet in anger.
These weird people cannot be killed, and they cannot be beaten even if they are angry. They have no place to vent their anger.
"Then you study what you need, and I will try my best to satisfy you." Luo Sen said in a deep voice.
"Hahaha, try to satisfy it?" Qingshasen sneered: "You think you can find what we really need?"
"We want the blood of the nine demon lords of the Demon Abyss?"
"We want the tenth-grade immortal elixir Qilin pill formed by heaven and earth at the beginning of the birth of the Qilin?"
"We want a living diamond cloister ghost bone dragon, do you have it?"
All the things that Qingsha said were extremely difficult to obtain.
In fact, he deliberately disgusted the other party.
They don't need the first two things.
Di Linglong raised his eyebrows: "I have seen one of the ghost bone dragons, but it was slaughtered. Do you want the body?"
"What?"
"You killed me!"
"Ahhhh! You deserve to die."
The weird people were infuriated.
I wish I could fight Di Linglong desperately on the spot.
They finally caught a ghost bone dragon and served them every day, but they died because of their research.
But the other party actually killed a ghost bone dragon?
It would be good if this kind of spiritual spirit can appear in a few thousand years.
After all, it was not the birth of heaven and earth, nor was it the reproduction of parents, but the monster formed by the resentment of the dragon tomb condensed the bones.
It is a miracle to be able to appear two consecutively at a certain period of time, but the other party actually killed such a legendary monster.
The crying sound of the resentful ghost made Di Linglong feel upset.
But these weird people can't be killed, which makes Di Linglong feel very uncomfortable.
Luo Sen looked dull: "Wait, do you think you need ghost bone dragon?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Qingsha roared resentfully.
"I...seem to have it."
For a moment, the ghost screams subsided instantly.
The whole audience became quiet.
All the monsters stared at Luosen, afraid that they would hear it wrong, and they didn't even dare to be so angry. Oh, by the way, they didn't have to breathe.