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Chapter 122 Close the Net

The spiritual root, which was regarded as a precious treasure in the eyes of outsiders, was easily grasped by Chen Xing in his hands.

If you include the spiritual roots obtained from the operation in Red Eagle Country, I have dozens of spiritual roots that I have harvested as trophies so far.

Logically speaking, this thing should be very rare.

After all, the news from the Xu Dynasty is that it is impossible to cultivate immortality without spiritual roots.

In other words, every spiritual root can create an immortal cultivator.

In this case, this spiritual root should be a very rare treasure, but now it gives Chen Xing the illusion of being... cheap.

With these dozens of spiritual roots, I can probably create a small sect of cultivating immortals.

Is it because the immortal cultivating forces in the Xu Dynasty have great ambitions, or is this thing not as precious as imagined?

This thing like a sea cucumber with roots kept struggling in Chen Xing's palm.

A bit like a bug, but not quite.

Chen Xing thought for a while, his arms shaking at high speed.

After more than ten seconds, the thing in his hand seemed to faint.

Chen Xing found a black plastic bag and put it inside.

Five kilometers away from the venue, black cars without license plates were parked on the roadside.

One of the cars had several people sitting in the back row. One of them had a laptop on his lap and was wearing headphones with a cord plugged into the laptop's headphone jack.

"Target No. 1 is in stable condition."

"Target No. 2 left Target No. 3 and is moving towards the venue. The statue in the center of the venue is currently located 30 degrees southeast and about 50 meters away."

"Target No. 3 is still in the room and is currently in stable condition."

"How is the personnel gathering going?" Yin Quan asked.

"The personnel have now been assembled, a total of 1,500 people, and a second group of personnel are forming a second encirclement." The adjutant next to him replied.

"Originally I just wanted to track a small fish, but I didn't expect to catch a school of fish." Yin Quan narrowed his sharp eyes.

"Once this is done, everyone can be promoted and make a fortune! If you miss this opportunity, I don't know when the next time will be for such a good opportunity." Yin Quandan said calmly, "Those who want to be promoted and make a fortune, this action will be taken.

Keep your eyes open and work hard. You should be lazy when you should be lazy, but work hard when you should be working."

"Director Yin, should we close the network now or..."

"Wait." Yinquan spit out one word.

Still have to wait?

But if they continue to wait until the sacrifice begins, even if they can stop it, many people will probably die.

...

"It's been handled very well. This matter has been almost settled and the sacrifice can be started at any time."

"The ancestor of the Murong family lost one of his hands some time ago. Although he still has the realm of a great master, the sudden drop in strength is nothing to worry about." On the top floor of a hotel not far from the venue, two figures stood on the railing, one on the left and the other on the right.

nearby.

"It's ridiculous. They thought the objects of our sacrifice were those cultivators. How did they know that we were communicating with those great beings?" The masked man said with uncontrollable excitement.

"How about it, are you tired from staying here these two days? Do you want to go have dinner?" Murong Chi drove to the venue and found Chen Xing who was wandering around.

Chen Xing now had his hands behind his back, wandering leisurely in the venue, with a black plastic bag hooked between his fingers behind his back.

The leisurely posture is like that of an old man who has just returned home from buying vegetables from the vegetable market.

"There are so many antiques on site, and there is still nearly a week, so there is no rush." ​​Murong Chi said, "Let's go, you haven't tasted the special delicacies of the Imperial City since you came to the Imperial Capital. I invited the imperial chef to cook at home.

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"That's okay." Chen Xing thought for a while, and there was still a long time, so there was no rush.

"By the way, I've been bothering you at your house these past few days. I haven't given you any gifts yet, so I'll just treat this as a replacement." Chen Xing handed the black plastic bag he was holding to Murong Chi.

Murong Chi took it with a smile without looking at what was inside.

"I suggest you take a look, lest the things inside wake up." Chen Xing kindly reminded.

Murong Chi was suspicious in his heart, so he opened the bag and took a look, discerning it for a few seconds, then suddenly he was stunned and came to his senses.

He quickly closed the pocket, he knew exactly what it was.

After all, he just got one from Tuoba's house not long ago.

This thing was so weird that Chen Xing didn't dare let his family use it rashly.

Murong Chi just happened to be the guinea pig. Anyway, he didn't lack the spiritual root, and Murong Chi was also a great master.

If Murong Chi can regain his strength with the help of spiritual roots, he will be able to help the Tuoba family by returning home and taking control of the Murong family.

Murong Chi took a deep look at Chen Xing. He knew that Chen Xing didn't bring any luggage when he came, and if he saw it correctly, there were blood stains on the surface of the thing in his pocket, so it should still be fresh.

In the distance, everyone's eyes lit up when they saw this scene, now!

Murong Chi came to the scene, and with the tens of thousands of people present, he was the best sacrifice.

Sacrifice!

In the venue, a man dressed as an old farmer suddenly stood up, made a dharma seal with his hands, and chanted: "Welcome to the heavenly beam to extend your life and protect your life."

"The Great Formation of Infinite Blessings and Longevity is about to begin."

The old farmer picked up the copper lamp in his hand and raised it high,

One second passed, two seconds passed...

Nothing unusual happened.

The passers-by around him looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a psychopath.

But some people noticed something was wrong and stayed away from him silently.

The man was stunned for a moment, then looked solemn and shouted again, "Welcome to the True Lord of Tianliang to extend your life and protect your life!"

"..."

There were also people shouting slogans from every corner of the venue.

But the sacrificial objects used in these sacrifices seemed to have misfired.

'Could it be that my sacrificial items were tampered with at some point?'

"Humph!" A cold snort came from the side, and along with this cold snort came a sword light as fast as thunder.

The sword light spanned hundreds of feet and was in front of him in an instant.

The man dressed as an old farmer twisted his waist to avoid the blow.

The sword light sank into the ground, leaving a sword mark more than ten meters long and nearly a foot deep.

The sword mark is long, narrow and straight.

"Who did I know? It turned out to be a bastard from the Tianliang Sect." Murong pointed his toes, his body was very fast, and he rushed towards the old farmer with the long sword in his hand.

"Damn it." The old farmer shook his right hand at the cuff, and a short staff was drawn from the palm of his hand and fell into his palm. The short purple wood staff with a snake head was placed horizontally in front of him.

Peng!

The sword struck the short staff.

The old farmer slid backward dozens of meters.

Murong Chi flipped the long sword in his hand, flicked his wrist, and turned into sword light all over the sky.

Dozens of sword lights fell down.

Every sword shadow looks real and fake at the same time.

It is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

The sword light filled the sky like fireworks falling.

Poof!

The old farmer felt pain in his shoulder, and the next moment his right shoulder separated from his body and shot up into the sky.

"ah!"

Murong Chi tapped his toes, and a sword flew out, hitting his throat.

The old farmer fell to the ground on the spot.

"Nothing more than that." Murong Chi snorted coldly. At this moment, he finally found the confidence as a grand master.


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