Chapter 1801 One Hundred Thousand Years Old Ginseng
"Jialuo Palace presents a hundred thousand-year-old shackle wood."
"Wuji Palace presents a high-quality elixir sutra."
"The Ghost King Palace presents six high-quality ghost slaves."
"The Nine Dragons Palace presents thirty-six thousand-year dragon beads..." As Meng Xiaoxiao read out the gifts from the Xingluo Demon Sect one by one, there was a sudden commotion in the hall.
"What a generous move."
"As expected of the Xingluo Demon Sect, these treasures are enough for a small or medium-sized sect to accumulate for thousands of years, and they actually took them out at the drop of a hat."
"The Thirty-sixth and Thirty-fifth Halls of the Xingluo Demon Sect have sent gifts. It seems that the Lord Xingluo has spoken.
As expected, Lord Yang Shenjun is so powerful that even Shenjun Xingluo is afraid of him."
Everyone was talking about it.
The flail wood is a unique tree that has excellent conductivity to the aura of green wood. It is an excellent material for refining green wood instruments. Every year, Jialuo Palace makes a lot of money just by selling the flail wood.
The ghost slaves of the Ghost King Palace are also well-known in the East Extreme Heaven Territory. They are made from living monks and are very cruel. They are divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.
The lower level is achieved by monks at the Qi Refining Realm and below; the intermediate level is achieved by monks at the Golden Core Realm; and the upper level is achieved by monks at the Nascent Soul Realm.
There are not many high-quality ghost slaves in the Ghost King's Palace, and taking out six at once shows his sincerity.
There are also high-grade alchemy scriptures, dragon dragon beads, etc.
Each of these gifts is enough for the True Lord to snatch, and the God Lord's heart will be moved.
And Xingluo Demon Sect took out thirty-five items at once, which is enough to show their sincerity and goodwill.
Meng Xiaoxiao frowned and said, "Why don't we, Xingluo Palace, have any gifts to offer?"
Sure enough, girls are outgoing.
At this moment, this thought came to everyone's mind.
Master Jialuo Palace smiled and said: "Palace Master Gao said that the most valuable and precious treasure in Xingluo Palace already belongs to Lord Yang. I can't get rid of the others. Please forgive me."
Hearing this, Meng Xiaoxiao immediately glanced at Yang Yifei shyly.
Yang Yifei was indifferent and said: "I would like to thank fellow Taoist Xingluo for your kindness.
When I am free, I will visit him."
The Lord of Jialuo Palace said: "The Lord God is waiting for you at any time."
He turned his eyes and said, "No one from the Huangji Sect is here?
Such contempt for Yang Shenjun deserves death..." "Who said we didn't come?"
A voice came from outside, it was Gu Qiurong.
The leader of the Huangji Sect, the most powerful second generation in the East Ji Tianyu, came in with someone, with a hint of unnaturalness on his face, and said to Yang Yifei: "The Huangji Sect congratulates the god for coming out of seclusion, the power of the god has greatly increased, and a special large-scale gift is given to him.
One mine for each of the Five Elements, and ten top-quality talismans."
The value of the large-scale Five Elements Mine is no less than the gift from the Xingluo Demon Sect, which shows that the Emperor Ji Sect also spent money.
"Um."
Yang Yifei nodded slightly.
Regardless of whether he was a member of the Xingluo Demon Sect, the Huangji Sect, or anyone else, Yang Yifei had the same attitude, neither cold nor hot.
Anyway, it's obvious that these people's thoughts are all focused on their own strength. No matter whether they are enthusiastic or indifferent towards them, as long as their strength is still there, they don't dare to have too many thoughts.
If you don't have strength, no matter how enthusiastic you are, others won't look down upon you.
this is the truth.
Gu Qiurong took out five large storage rings, and Meng Xiaoxiao quickly stepped forward to pick them up and handed them to Yang Yifei.
On the other hand, Nanyun Yuanren gritted his teeth and looked ugly when he saw Gu Qiurong.
If Gu Baiyue hadn't only saved Gu Qiurong and ignored Nanyun Yulong, how could the Nanyun family have ended up in this situation.
"Master, this is the recipe for Senior Ginseng Immortal and the Immortality Pill."
At this time, Fan Ziru quickly stepped out of the queue and said.
He still wanted to delay, but when he saw that people from Xingluo Demon Sect and Huangji Sect were coming, and that his own life and death was no longer up to him, he did not dare to have any more thoughts and invited Lao Shen out.
There was a short old man with a hunched back, only as tall as Yang Yifei's waist. His hair and beard were all white, and his beard almost reached the ground. There were several branches and leaves growing on his head, and there were several thumb-sized red fruits hanging on the branches and leaves.
Holding a cane in his hand, he respectfully said to Yang Yifei: "Old Ginseng Dead Tree has seen the Lord God.
May the gods enjoy eternal blessings and be among the immortals soon."
Yang Yifei looked at Lao Shen strangely. This was the first time he saw a hundred thousand year old tree spirit.
"In one hundred thousand years, spiritual wisdom has long been born. Even if the qualifications are poor, it is time to become a god. Why is it still in the Nascent Soul realm now?"
Yang Yifei asked in confusion.
A look of embarrassment suddenly flashed across Fan Ziru's face.
Meng Xiaoxiao explained with a smile: "This is the good thing that Changsheng Valley does.
In order to better control Senior Kumu, they put a ban on him. Once he reaches the Nascent Soul realm, he can no longer be promoted. All his power is restricted and condensed into fruits for use in the Valley of Immortality."
Not many people knew about this matter. When Meng Xiaoxiao said it, everyone immediately started to curse.
"Shameless!"
"Changsheng Gu has been acting compassionate all day long, but he turns out to be a sanctimonious hypocrite."
"The family should be exterminated."
Listening to the sarcasm in his ears, Fan Ziru lowered his head and remained silent.
Yang Yifei shook his head and said to Lao Shen Kumu: "You will be my subordinate from now on. How do you feel about it?"
Kumu said: "This is my honor."
Yang Yifei chuckled and said, "Really?"
He reached out and grabbed it.
Crackling... Suddenly, a burst of light erupted from the dead tree, and the restrictions set by the Valley of Immortality in his body broke one after another.
Fan Ziru was stunned immediately and exclaimed: "Master, no..." Kumu straightened his back suddenly. Standing straight, he was about the same height as Yang Yifei. Feeling the relaxation in his body, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream: "Ah
..." The long roar could be heard endlessly.
Suddenly, a large amount of green wood spiritual energy gathered from all sides and merged into the body of the dead wood.
"Master, we can't let him go.
He has been practicing for too long, and if he unlocks the restriction, he will soon be able to break through, and it will be difficult to control him."
Fan Ziru said hurriedly: "I know that the master is compassionate and does not want to control him, but if not, how could he be willing to cut his flesh and bleed it to provide raw materials for my Immortal Valley?
Besides, we didn't treat him badly either.
Master, please quickly set up a ban."
Yang Yifei ignored him.
The sound of dead trees roaring is lingering and lingering.
But gradually, all the aura of the surrounding green wood was extracted, and the dead wood was unable to survive.
Just when he was anxious, Yang Yifei waved his hand, and a wood attribute mine fell in front of the dead wood. It was one of the five element mines that Gu Qiurong had just sent.
Dead Tree was overjoyed and had no time to say thank you. He sucked hard and absorbed a third of the mine. There was a clicking sound in his body, and waves of breath rippled. A small ginseng tree flew out from above his head.
The branches and leaves stretched out, with noses and eyes. He opened his mouth to swallow all the green wood spiritual energy. The branches and leaves clasped together like human hands, bowed three times to Yang Yifei, and then fell into the body.
Boom! The surrounding greenwood avenue is boiling, and flowers, plants and trees emerge around the dead trees. There are thousands of species, swaying in the wind, as if worshiping.