In an instant, Zhao Wei's forehead and temples were covered with fine beads of sweat.

Obviously.

Just dissipating almost empty sword energy and blood energy is not easily condensed by a small Qi Refining Cultivator.

Half a day later.

Zhao Wei, who had a pale face, suddenly showed a blush, but his eyes were extremely vivid.

"It's finally done!"

He looked at the swimming sword threads that appeared in front of him and a drop of light red spiritual blood the size of a drop of water droplets.

Zhao Wei's face showed a very obvious look of joy.

His eyes fell on the moving sword thread, and he said secretly:

"This sword silk definitely has the power to kill the Great Perfection Cultivator!"

"Even the foundation-building seniors can probably threaten one or two?"

"I wonder which senior has such great power?

Just by dissipating the sword energy near the sky, can you still have such terrible power?"

Just when he was secretly feeling...

suddenly.

Zhao Wei found that the sword silk was dissipating, so he didn't care much about it and quickly put it in a piece of jade talisman and took out a spiritual talisman to seal it.

Then, his eyes fell on the drop of light red spiritual blood in front of him.

"Second-level spiritual blood!"

"What a pity!"

"If I could find out earlier, I might be able to condense the third-level spiritual blood."

Zhao Wei thought with some regret in his heart.

However, when he thought of the almost exhausted magic power in his body, he also understood that even he could not condense the more terrifying sword threads and the more precious third-level spiritual blood earlier.

“It’s a great reward for this!”

"And the second-level spiritual blood can also be exchanged for the cultivation resources of the seventh level of Qi refining."

"It should be content!"

Zhao Wei gave up his unrealistic thoughts and shook his head and thought.

Immediately afterwards.

He put the second-level spiritual blood in front of him into the jade bottle!

Then the little monk did not look back and walked away from the small hill.

All of this.

Cheng Buzheng didn't know anything.

He also never thought that there was a junior who could gain advantage in his hands.

Even though he doesn't like it.

certainly.

This is also the reason why Cheng Buzheng did not come in person.

otherwise.

Dispel blood and energy!

Purify the traces of the void!

They are all necessary procedures for him to clean the battlefield.

but····

Cheng Buzheng was using the four long swords after the division of this spiritual treasure, and he was not idle either.

When he appeared again, he had already flashed out of thin air to the top of a barren mountain outside the [Baiyun Immortal City].

At this time, the top of the barren mountain...

Eighty or nine monks in black robes gathered together in groups of three or three, monitoring the Baiyun Immortal City dozens of miles away.

good!

These golden elixir demon cultivators who conceal their appearance are the golden elixir elders of the ghost control gate.

Cheng Buzheng, who flashed out of thin air, glanced at him, and the Jindan demon cultivators said coldly:

"die!"

In an instant.

Wei Wei reacted to the eight or nine golden elixir demon cultivators from Cheng Buzheng's sudden flash, and suddenly suffered suppression by terrifying forces.

Bang!

Bang bang!!

Before these golden elixir demon cultivators could scream, they fell to the ground and fell in disgrace.

See this scene.

Cheng Buzheng waved his hand...

Storage bags, ghost towers, and low-grade magic weapons... were shot out from the bodies of the golden elixir demon cultivators who fell into the pool of blood.

Finally, streams of light scattered into the wide sleeves of the journey.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng raised his hand to falsely press...

Invisible power emerges!

In an instant, he fell into the pool of blood in the golden elixir demon cultivators and turned into charming blood flowers!

Looking again, there was only the smell of blood on the top of the barren mountain.

Apart from this, there is no trace left.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng waved his sleeves with a wave.

A strong wind swept by.

The smell of blood that filled the top of the barren mountain completely dissipated and inaudible.

Just when Cheng Buzheng erased the last trace of the demon cultivators left in the world...

A sword light came from the end of the sky, cutting through the void.

The chaotic sword light suddenly flashed.

The light dissipates.

Standing on the top of the barren mountain, an ancient long sword suddenly emerged.

Around the long sword are floating storage bags, spiritual beast bags, low-quality magic weapons, etc.

It looks quite rich in spirits.

However.

Cheng Buzheng just glanced at him and waved his hand.

These treasures floating around the ancient long sword disappeared.

Before Cheng Buzheng could make new moves, a chaotic sword light appeared in front of him again.

Another quaint long sword emerged from it!

Standing side by side with the long sword before.

same.

Storage bags and magic weapons with different shapes are also floating around this sword.

However, this is not over yet.

Next breath.

Two more chaotic sword lights suddenly appeared.

There are some low-quality magic weapons and storage bags floating around each long sword!

Standing side by side with two other ancient long swords, floating quietly in front of Cheng Buzheng.

Cheng Buzheng glanced at him and saw the many magic weapons in front of him, and the breath in the origin of the magic weapons...
To be continued...