Chapter 188, Killing and Stealing Treasures

The Xuanyuan Realm is short of resources, and ordinary spirit stones are extremely precious, not to mention mid-grade spirit stones.

In Xiuxianfang, one hundred low-grade spirit stones are equal to one medium-grade spirit stone.

But few people would exchange the medium-grade spirit stones in their hands for low-grade spirit stones.

Because the spiritual energy in the middle-grade spirit stone is purer, it can speed up the recovery of one's own magic power when fighting with others, which is equivalent to a life-saving trump card in disguise.

Soon, several people left the sphere of influence of Xiuxianfang, and the malice in the eyes of these five casual cultivators was no longer concealed.

The Taoist monk in a long robe patted the Divine Sword Sect cultivator named Zhao on the shoulder and said.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Wang, it's time for us to leave too. Please take care on your journey, brothers."

The two silly outer disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were unaware that danger was approaching.

The two of them bowed their hands slightly and did not make any defensive moves.

The female cultivator next to him suddenly pulled out a jade dagger from her waist. It was fast, and with a flash of cold light, the jade dagger directly pierced into the back of the cultivator named Wang.

At this moment, the five wandering cultivators no longer disguised themselves. Their faces were ferocious and they exuded terrible murderous intent.

These poor independent cultivators are the ones who need cultivation resources the most.

The journey of cultivation is against the will of heaven, and only by fighting can you keep going.

The Taoist monk shook his sleeves lightly, and a beam of fire shot out instantly.

"you."

The Divine Sword Sect disciple surnamed Wang felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The female cultivator drew out a jade dagger and frowned.

"Strange, why didn't he die?"

The jade token on the waist of the Divine Sword Sect disciple surnamed Wang shattered instantly. The jade token on his waist contained a restriction that could save his life at the critical moment.

"You guys, what do you want to do?"

The Divine Sword Sect disciple surnamed Zhao shouted loudly.

A bald cultivator nearby casually swept his hand without saying a word, and white powder was scattered. This was poison powder, made from the poison sac of monsters. Even cultivators could not resist the toxicity of this powder.

The Zhao surnamed disciple of the Divine Sword Sect had never expected such a despicable act.

These two righteous disciples could not imagine the meanness of their opponents.

To put it bluntly, they are too young.

The female cultivator's lips curled up into a beautiful yet dangerous smile. The jade dagger in her hand emitted a dangerous cold light and instantly attacked the neck of the Wang disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.

The Divine Sword Sect disciple surnamed Wang had already reacted. The long sword hanging on his waist flew out instantly. He drew out the sword and stabbed lightly. The sharp sword energy instantly cut off the wrist of the female cultivator. The speed was so fast that it was unimaginable.

This is the difference in skills, this is the difference in sects.

These casual cultivators, after all, all came from self-taught backgrounds, the techniques they practiced were garbage, and their cultivation level was only the seventh level of Qi Refining.

If the two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect had not been unprepared, how could they have been injured?

The female cultivator never expected that her wrist would be chopped off.

"what!"

The pain instantly hit the female cultivator's brain.

"You evil people are seeking death."

When the Divine Sword Sect disciple surnamed Wang was about to swing the sword in his hand again, his body suddenly stiffened and the magic power in his body began to chaos.

"This is?"

“It’s poison.”

The old monk, whose presence has never been very strong, spoke up. His head was covered with bald spots and he was a lazy old Taoist.

"The Divine Sword Sect's swordsmanship is unparalleled. Everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows this. How could we possibly fight against the two of you head-on?"

The young cultivator said with a smile, raising the wine jug at his waist.

"Is my wine good?"

At this point, the two Divine Sword Sect disciples had no idea that they were being plotted against.

The young casual cultivator said in a calm tone.

"Don't worry, my poison will only disrupt your spiritual energy and temporarily make you unable to mobilize your magic power. It won't last too long, only a quarter of an hour at most, but it will be enough for us to kill you."

Unable to use their magic power, the two Divine Sword Sect disciples were like fish on a chopping board and were killed in an instant.

The five casual cultivators held their bulging storage bags with smiles on their faces, and the female casual cultivator held her wrist and said with an extremely ferocious expression, "I'm injured this time, I must take an extra copy."

The female cultivator's wrist was bleeding continuously and her face was extremely pale.

There is actually not much difference between cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage and ordinary people. The biggest difference is that they have some magic power in their bodies.

"it is good."

The young monk nodded, but the next second an ice cone shot out from his hand and directly pierced the female monk's head.

"Idiot, if we kill you, your share will be ours."

The other casual cultivators were stunned for a moment, and then the smiles on their faces became even more wanton.

Now that this woman died, they could get an extra share.

The young monk took one look at the three bodies and said.

"The body must be dealt with. We can't stay here any longer. We must leave the Dai Viet Dynasty."

The Taoist priest waved his hand and shot out three fireballs, which instantly ignited the three corpses.

Destroying the bodies and covering up all traces will make it difficult to find them even if we trace them later.

Just then, a burst of applause suddenly broke out.

"Clap clap clap."

"Killing people and stealing treasures, this kind of thing happening in the world of immortal cultivation is too normal, just like eating, sleeping, and drinking water."

Yunming clapped his hands lightly and walked over.

During these two days, Yun Ming witnessed too many murders and treasure robberies outside this cultivation workshop.

There are independent cultivators killing independent cultivators, there are disciples of sects killing independent cultivators, and there are independent cultivators killing disciples of sects.

Yun Ming didn't bother to care because this was the underlying law of this world.

Scramble, scramble for opportunity, scramble for opportunity.

Fighting is everywhere.

Yun Ming was very lucky this time, as two monks from the Divine Sword Sect died.

He and Zheng Zha can replace their identities and enter the Divine Sword Sect.

The young monk looked Yun Ming up and down, but did not sense any fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"mortal?"

There are three possibilities for not feeling any fluctuations of spiritual energy.

One is mortal.

One is the senior.

One is a special technique.

"Mortal? To you I am indeed a mortal."

Yun Ming spread his hands casually.

The young monk had a warm smile on his face.

"Mortal... then brother, can you please go and die? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for seeing something you shouldn't have seen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk flicked his finger and ejected a long and thin ice cone.

The ice cone was spinning at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye it was directly in front of Yunming's head.

It penetrated instantly, and then shot through the big tree behind Yunming with undiminished force.

"A mere mortal!"

The warm smile on the young monk's face instantly turned into disdain.

"When did you develop the delusion that you were going to kill me?"

Yun Ming appeared behind the young man at some point. He reached out and pinched the young monk's head.

"Soul search!"

For a moment, the young monk stood there in a daze. His consciousness was forcibly opened, and his memories were pulled out at random like paste. Yun Ming remembered his memories with just a glance.

Soon, the soul search was over.

Soul-searching magic is a spell that can only be used by cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage.

(End of this chapter)