My name is Xu Zhu, nicknamed as a reincarnation expert. I don’t refute this because it is indeed the truth.

Because the ancestor is quite awesome and has become the new semi-saint, the Xu family has trembled, and of course I will also benefit from it.

The second generation of cultivation... This is what outsiders say to me, which is appropriate.

Of course, it is not very important to be appropriate or not. What I want to say is that as a reincarnation expert, I have never seen any big scenes of hitting me, Xu.

Just talking about the treasures used for cultivation, ordinary monks may not be able to get a few of them if they are begging their grandparents everywhere.

But I am different. I have to start from the road of cultivation. I may exaggerate it by throwing one out of one, but it is absolutely sufficient to supply it, and I have to do as much as I want... There is no way, our strength does not allow you to keep a low profile!

But today, Xu Zhu felt that my previous understanding was too narrow. It turns out that there are such a fierce place in this world. Treasures are not about numbers, but are directly placed together to calculate the piles and films.

It’s okay if the quality is mediocre, but the key is that everyone is good. It’s so good that I am from this kind of background, and now I can’t even get enough saliva.

Mine is mine, all of these are mine!

Anyone who dares to fight with me will kill him!

...

The person who fought for it is here.

As the cultivators of the Thunder Realm said, they can come here, and others can come too.

Before, Ruan Jing and Xu Zhuge and others didn’t know what Ling Xiao and the cultivation of the Thunder Realm had gained. They were jealous and unwilling to give up, so they almost took action.

Think from the perspective of others, what would later practitioners react when they saw the three people who were collecting treasures in the front yard in a large vestibule?

I’m afraid they have all their hearts alive!

The melee broke out directly with the arrival of other practitioners, with almost no room for negotiation.

At the beginning, Xu Zhu, Ruan Jing, and the cultivator of the Lei Realm also tried to join forces to kill the latecomers, but soon they gave up on this idea.

Because seven passages in the fog were opened in a short period of time, and a large number of monks had begun to break into this house.

When Xu Zhu saw his own treasure and was taken away by others, his eyes turned red, but he was not stupid enough to fight with others regardless of it.

When Ruan Jing was the first to turn around and retreat, no longer trying to stop everyone, Xu Zhu gritted his teeth and turned around and left quickly.

But soon, his annoyance, resentment and helplessness disappeared.

I felt that I had been refreshed. Xu Zhu, who had a large scene limit, had to admit that he was really watching the sky from a well.

All are treasures, all are treasures!

Not only the vestibule, but there was no blank space in this huge house where he could see it.

At this moment, my liver was really trembling!

His eyes were red and his body was shaking like a stroke. Xu Zhu only had one thought in his mind, "It's been done, it's completely done!"

In fact, not only him, but all the monks who entered the house probably thought so. The melee stopped quickly. There were too many treasures everywhere, and it was too late to pick and collect them. Who was in the mood to fight?

Even if you kill your opponent, so what can you do? If you have this skill, it is better to collect more treasures! Not to mention that fighting is risky, and it is possible to turn yourself in by accident.

Everyone wants to be an oriole, but no one wants to be the poor cicada that is about to be eaten into the stomach!

The fog in the bamboo forest rolled one after another, and a passage condensed, sending monks here, and more and more practitioners were in the house.

Although there are treasures everywhere here, no one can dislike themselves

As the number of monks continues to increase, although they are still stable on the surface, everyone turns into picking craftsmen.

But it was like a bamboo basket covered by the stove. At some point, the flames suddenly burst out.

Snapping everyone in it, rolling in the blazing flames, struggling like a purgatory!

...

Qin Yu sighed, stared at the iron lump in his hand, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was not the one who gave up easily, but now more and more monks in the house are coming.

Four or five groups of practitioners have been found in this relatively barren yard. Although Qin Yu and the others have not been discovered, it is better to be cautious.

After turning his hands to put away the iron lumps, Qin Yu decided to stop injecting his magic power. After leaving here, he had time.

Taking a deep breath to calm down a trace of depression and reluctance in his heart, Qin Yu's eyes flashed, revealing a thoughtful look.

Now, there are enough practitioners in the courtyard. If they take the treasure here, they will naturally trigger the power of contract.

The number was small before, maybe there was no response yet, but now it is similar, so some changes should be made.

...

Outside the house, the fog in the bamboo forest began to spread quietly. It first surrounded the entire house, then crossed the wall, and then completely submerged it little by little.

The fog is poisonous, Qin Yu has experienced this personally. As long as there is fluctuation in life, it will be attacked by toxins.

The fog toxin targets the souls of monks and continues to corrode after being contaminated, which shocked the practitioners busy collecting treasures in the house, but soon they discovered that although the toxins in the fog were powerful, they did not have to be afraid.

Because, they now have enough treasures in their hands!

It is precisely that most of these treasures can help practitioners resist the damage of toxins in the fog.

That's simple!

Of course, not no one has doubted the intention of these fogs, but in the current situation, they seem to have no choice.

The fog is here. It is poisonous and has great toxicity and is targeted at the soul. It will be very troublesome after being contaminated.

The antidote is in your hands. There may be problems with taking it, and if you don’t eat it, you will die.

Is there any choice?

...

Qin Yu finally waited for it, but he was in a bad mood as expected. Although he was the first to come here and saw this house full of treasures, he didn't dare to move anything.

This also led to the fact that when poisonous fog filled the woodshed and invaded the woodshed and enveloped him and Master Yun, he could only resist.

As I said before, if it were just Qin Yu, the toxins are not toxins, it would not have much impact.

But Master Yun can’t do it!

If you want her to continue living, Qin Yu had no choice but to take it for her.

It’s okay not to choose, Master Yun will die soon... So, this is a life of fucking. It seems that there are many choices, but in fact there is only one way, and it’s the one you don’t want to take the least.

He tried to call the little blue lamp without any reaction, which made Qin Yu feel dark and terrified. The hiding so tightly shows that the state in which he is now may be being watched.

And the master of these eyes must be very strong, so strong that Xiaolan Lantern must also completely restrain his own breath.

Thinking about this "Rampage Land", many young powerful people who broke in, such as Ling Xiao of Tongtian Sword Sect, Ruan Jing of Xiang Zhang Academy, etc., must have hidden some inside information, so this situation is not difficult to understand.

It’s understandable, but if Xiao Lanlan helps, things will be a little troublesome.

The toxins in the fog will be produced after they become contaminated with the soul.

A kind of corrosion-like effect.

The advantage is that every time a certain amount of soul corrodes, it requires consumption of equal toxins.

In terms of bad aspects, the fog is endless. Unless you escape from it, the toxins will continue to invade the body and have no head at all.

Qin Yu can use his soul power to help Master Yun consume toxins, but his soul power is different from mana power, and the recovery speed is relatively slow without external objects.

As for the current situation, no one knows how long the poisonous fog will cover. Qin Yu cannot take risks and let himself fall into weakness.

Then there is only one choice!

Qin Yu reached out and landed on Master Yun, and a pure soul power instantly injected into her body.

At the same time, the miserable wailing sounded in my mind, "Master, please pity me, I am really too empty to resist such exploitation!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and no matter what this guy said, he felt that it was not right.

Forget it, for his efforts, I was too lazy to bother with him.

The "old turtle" is weak, but even if it is conservatively estimated, he can live for another decades when he maintains this weak state.

So, it is not a big problem to draw a little soul power from him.

The problem of Master Yun was temporarily solved. Qin Yu looked at the fog floating in front of him, and a light flashed in his eyes.

First, he gave a lot of treasures, and then there was a poisonous fog. If he didn't want to die, he could only use the treasures to save his life... If he wanted to say that there was no problem here, Qin Yu pulled off his head!

Judging from this rhythm, there will definitely be tricks later, just wait and see.

...

Qin Yu had not seen the tricks of the owner of this house, but he had begun to have problems with the monks who broke into the house.

The reason is very simple. No matter how many treasures there are in the house, it cannot withstand so many practitioners' pickings.

At the beginning, everyone was busy with the "harvest". Even if there was a little conflict, they would sneer and give up.

But as time goes by, the number of treasures becomes smaller and smaller, and conflicts become more and more, and gradually it becomes really angry.

Of course, there is another potential important factor covering the fog in the house!

The fog is poisonous and can damage the soul and need to be refined and absorbed to resist it.

No one knows how long they will be trapped here next. Even if they are in their hands, there are a lot of treasures, which still does not affect their hope of getting more.
To be continued...