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Chapter 1293 The storage pouch of the lifeless old mother

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    Many years ago, Wu Sheng Lao Mu and Taoist Vacuum founded a cult and made countless enemies on the righteous way.

    ?In order to save her life, Wu Sheng's old mother sent a natal thought to the Middle Earth Realm through various channels, and established a branch of the Da Luo faction in the south of the Lingnan area of ??the Miao border in Huaguo.

    After more than two hundred years, she was refined into a clone. She originally wanted to use it as the capital for a comeback, but unexpectedly, she was beheaded by Luo Yun, a boy from the Xia clan!

    So she has always hated Luo Yun to the core!

    "No wonder, that Nascent Soul just now, that golden child, looks so much like you!"

    "So you really came to Taoyuan! Luo Xuanyuan!"

    "Haha, hahaha, dare to fight Kunlun Xianzong, you are not far from death! You are not far from death!!"

    When Wusheng's old mother was dying, she laughed out loud.

    "Luo Yuan"

    Zuo Qingyu's ink eyebrows had already been sheathed, but she stared at Luo Yun blankly.

    One person killed two late stage Thunder Tribulation?

    Isn't he in Yuanying period?

    Humanoid Nascent Soul, how could it be so strong

    Everyone was dumbfounded, Wu Chongxiao and Jian Mu swallowed hard.

    However, in the blink of an eye, the Wusheng old mother's form and spirit shattered and completely disappeared from this world.

    Only a storage pouch and a cloud of yellow smoke were left floating in mid-air.

    "The power of incense?"

    Luo Yun made a move with his right hand, and the extremely dark yellow smoke floated over and landed in his palm.

    "It takes at least tens of millions of people to believe in such a huge power of incense for many years before it can be born from the depths of the Purple Mansion"

    "Compared to this, the more than two million Ulsteins in my mountains, seas and caves seem nothing."

    "If you don't go back yet, just accept it."

    With a thought, Luo Yun collected the power of this huge incense stick into the Purple Mansion.

    In the depths of his own purple mansion, there is also a trace of incense power, which is provided by the more than two million Ulsteins, very little.

    The power of incense requires many years of accumulation.  Humans are thinking animals, it is impossible to say that so many people will be devoted to you within a year or two, it is unrealistic.

    To be honest, the way of burning incense to become a god can't keep up with his development

    "come over."

    With one move with one hand, Luo Yun also took the storage bag.

    After erasing Wusheng's old mother's soul imprint, he scanned in his soul consciousness, and found that there were some magic weapons that he despised, such as heavenly and earthly treasures, pills and talismans.

    "Huh? What is this"

    He saw a treasure box made of millennium spirit pine wood, and when he opened it, there was a broken parchment scroll inside.

    "Packed in a thousand-year-old spirit pine wooden box, it seems that this old hag attaches great importance to this broken sheepskin scroll."

    "The soul-splitting method, the art of soul-soul grafting."

    "Forget it, put it away first."

    Luo Yun scanned the names of the two secret methods, and put the storage pouch into the treasure pouch of the mobile phone.

    In addition, the phone is almost out of battery, try to see if it can be recharged with Leifa at night

    After finishing all this, he looked at everyone in Xiameng.

    Six pairs of eyes stared blankly at him.

    "Brother Luo, you are you from Middle Earth?"

    Jianmu asked in surprise.

    "Yes, I am indeed from Middle Earth."

    Luo Yun admitted generously, "Why, don't you people in Taoyuan have prejudices against people from the Xia people in Zhongtu?"

    "No, no, brother Luo, don't get me wrong."

    Jianmu hurriedly explained, "There are indeed many people who are xenophobic, but I will not wait for it. What's more, the little brother has such a strong cultivation base, and it is too late for me to respect him!"

    "Not only that, little brother saved our lives today!"

    Wu Chongxiao also sighed, "Grandma, I'm afraid no one would have imagined that Zhang Dabiao from the Huwei Escort Bureau and Mrs. Hai from the Canghai School are actually vacuum Taoists and lifeless mothers!"

    "Little brother Luo is doing justice for the sky and eliminating harm for the people, please accept my worship!"

    "Brother Luo, please accept my worship!"

    The three elders of the Mo family and Zuo Qingyu knelt down on one knee.

    "What are you guys doing, please get up quickly."

    With a wave of Luo Yun's right hand, six gentle Nascent Soul forces lifted them up.

    "As I said, the enemy of an enemy is a friend."

    "These two old thieves gave their lives to Kunlun Xianzong. I will kill them sooner or later, but I can't think of them today.Tian sent it to the door by himself, but it was easy.  "

    "By the way, let's share these things."

    Having said that, Luo Yun took off the storage pouch at his waist, and took out a large pile of magic weapons, talismans, medicinal materials and ores from it.

    A monk in the late stage of Lei Jie and the leader of a sect, the collection is quite rich.

    Even Zuo Qingyu, who is the owner of Wanbao Building, was stunned for a moment.

    "Treasure!"

    "So many treasures?"

    Soon, Wu Chongxiao and Jianmu saw four treasures.

    They are four bronze flying swords, with the same length and appearance, apparently forged in the same furnace.

    There are inscriptions on each of the hilts: Chixia, Chixiao, Chiyan, Chifeng.

    "sky!"

    "How can a lifeless old mother be so fat?"

    "There are actually four treasures, flying swords!"

    Among several people, Jianmu is the most greedy.

    But everyone understands that the treasure is too precious, and Luo Yun will definitely not be able to share it.

    After all, Taoist Vacuum and Wusheng's mother were killed by him alone, and they didn't contribute much, so naturally they have no shame.

    "What are you still doing?"

    "Take it!"

    With a wave of his right hand, Luo Yun wiped away all the soul imprints in the four flying swords Chixia, Chixiao, Chiyan, and Chifeng, and then flew to Jianmu and the three elders of Mo.

    "Brother Luo, you you want to give us the treasure?"

    The fifth elder of the Mo family looked at the young man in front of him in horror.

    Even Zuo Qingyu felt unbelievable, that is a treasure!

    If you are a monk in the Thunder Tribulation period with no background, you need to collect a lot of materials, spend a lot of time, and you have to carry the Thunder Tribulation again to refine one.

    Luo Yun actually took it out and gave it away?

    "It's just a treasure, I don't lack it."

    Luo Yun smiled slightly, hiding his wealth and embarrassment.

    "Right!"

    The fifth elder of the Mohist family suddenly smiled, "The fire cover that the little brother just sacrificed is extremely powerful. It burned the vacuum Taoist to ashes in an instant, and there is no room for resistance!"

    "Oh, it's a waste, the old vacuum thief still has a storage pouch."

    Wu Chongxiao felt sorry.

    "good!"

    "Since the little brother intends to send us off, then I, Jianmu, will accept it with the cheek. In the future, little brother Luo will be the guest of our Jianzong!"

    Jianmu grabbed the Chixia sword in front of him, and immediately entered the soul seal for refining.

    Immediately, feeling the powerful power of the treasure, he almost didn't cry.

    "So, thank you little brother!"

    "Thank you!"

    The Fifth Elder, Sixth Elder and Seventh Elder of the Mo family also began to refine the treasured flying sword.

    There was no expression of pain on Luo Yun's face.

    To be honest, these four flying swords are of average quality.

    If you divide each star level of the treasure into four categories: "Excellent", "High", "Medium" and "Inferior".

    Chi Xiao's four swords are inferior.

    His sorrow is unmatched.

    The power is more than dozens of times worse.

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