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Volume 2 In Qishan Chapter 162 Old Friends (Final Finale)

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    Fu Li, Zhang Bunian, Lin Tianquan, and Lin Ling entered the mushroom world together, but because of the different entrances, they were separated when they arrived at the mushroom world.  Unexpectedly, they met today and captured Xu Xingxian and others together.

    The mulch grass within a radius of five miles tied up Xu Xingxian, Wang Jing, and Jin Ming. The other mushroom tribe leaders took the opportunity to escape from the mulch grass and flew away in embarrassment.

    Fuli only glanced at it and ignored it.

    These clan leaders are all members of Zifu. If they cannot be killed instantly, they will get a chance to breathe and explode themselves in a desperate attempt. Fu Li cannot bear it.

    So Fuli would rather let them go, since what Fuli wants is not with them.

    But things were different for Xu Xingxian and the other three. Fu Li swayed and came to the front of the three of them, manipulating the five mulch grasses with all his strength and maximizing his sucking power.

    The mulch grass is like a devil, sucking up the mana of three people.

    "Ahah" Jin Ming couldn't bear it at first, and howled loudly in fear. Later, his voice trembled, "Fellow Taoist, you have something to say, so there is no need to say anything."

    "It's all you, it's all you." Wang Jing became resentful and glared at Jin Ming, "If you hadn't insisted on coming, we might have built Mogu Street now and controlled this world. How could we be in such a dangerous situation?  .¡±

    Jin Ming was about to refute, but Xu Xingxian shouted: "What time has it been? Why are you still shouting?"

    Xu Xingxian tried his best to resist the mulch grass, and raised his head coldly: "Fellow Taoist, we will give you whatever you want, and please accept the mulch grass." He was used to being arrogant, and he was still arrogant when asking for help.

    Although he said this, a pure Dantian mana slowly poured into his waist.

    A brocade-colored storage bag the size of a palm was hung securely on Xu Xingxian's waist. At this time, all the mana on his body was absorbed by the mulch grass. The storage bag was also wrapped in mulch grass, and there were 33 kinds of mushroom kings inside.

    Xu Xingxian had practiced Taoism for many years and knew that Fuli could not spare him, so he secretly destroyed 33 kinds of mushroom kings while delaying time.

    The battle a few days ago.  He destroyed more than ten tribes and plundered all the second-level and above mushrooms in them. If his storage bag is broken again, then within a hundred years, there will be no third-level mushroom king, and Fuli will not be able to refine it.  Make Mogu Street.

    "Don't let others get what you can't get. This is Xu Xingxian's rule of conduct."

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Strongly sucked by the mulch grass, only one point is left when it reaches the storage bag.  But just this one point can destroy the storage bag.

    The storage bag is different from the mustard bag. It is a storage formation constructed by monks. If the formation is changed, the storage space will collapse and everything inside will be reduced to nothingness.

    Xu Xingxian was good at calculating, but he was not as careful as Fu Li.

    Since the mulch grass trapped three people, Fu Li treated them with caution.  Fu Li doesn't know what means the three of them have, so they are always psychic.  Observe their movements from all directions through the mulch grass.

    Mulch grass covered their whole bodies. Not to mention such an abnormal flow of mana, even if a hair on his head trembled, Fu Li could tell.

    "Come here." Fu Li made a move.  Xu Xingxian's storage bag left his body and flew into Fu Li's hand.

    After Fu Li took it, the mana in his body entered the storage bag, and a force of resistance came.  It was Xu Xingxian's imprint, but at this time his life was in danger, so he had the energy to command the storage bag.  A second later, the brand on the storage bag was removed by Fu Li.

    "You" Xu Xingxian's face was about to explode with anger, but he was used to being arrogant. At this time, he wanted to scold but couldn't. He could only stretch out his hand and point at Fuli through the mulch grass.

    Fu Li had a calm face and said nothing. He watched Xu Xingxian and the others being sucked out of their mana and essence by the mulch grass, and turned into a pile of bones in despair.

    Five miles away, Zhang Bunian, Lin Tianquan, and Lin Ling had arrived early. Seeing Fu Li kill Xu Xingxian and the three of them in an instant, their faces became ugly.

    Zhang Bunian was okay, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see his emotions or anger.  Lin Tianquan and Lin Ling looked at Fu Li warily and took a stance, as if they were afraid that Fu Li would suddenly attack them.

    Fuli did not collect the mulch grass immediately. He strode up to Zhang Bunian, cupped his hands and said, "Where did Brother Zhang go? Did you gain anything?"

    Zhang Bunian was not happy about the reunion, and said briefly: "It's okay, I found the ** mushroom."

    **Mushroom is one of the 33 major mushroom tribes. It was already possessed by Xu Xingxian before he fought against him, and was grafted with the Mysterious Tree to produce a new mutated Mysterious Tree.  The strong soul-eating mist just now was produced by this kind of mysterious tree. It is twice as powerful as the soul-eating grass, so it can instantly destroy the protective shield of the soul-nurturing tree.

    Zhang Bunian seemed to have no intention of saying more, and Fu Li was a little confused.  Then Lin Ling's loud noise reminded Fu Li, "Fu Li, do you want to refine Mogujie?"

      "Of course." Fu Li looked at Lin Ling with disgust. Fu Li hated the two of them on the Lost Island, and he still does now.

    "No." Lin Ling took a step forward, pointed at Fu Li and said, "No one can refine it, otherwise they will be our enemies."

    Lin Ling and others do not want anyone to refine Mogu Street, because once Mogu Street becomes 100%, this world will be closed.  They can no longer reap the benefits.

    Fu Li glanced at Lin Ling coldly and said nothing, then turned to look at Zhang Bunian.

    Zhang Bunian¡¯s eyes were still blurred, as if he were separated by a layer of thick fog and couldn¡¯t see clearly the expression in his eyes, and didn¡¯t know what he meant.  But several consecutive breaths of silence still clearly expressed his meaning.

    After seeing him, Fu Li was silent for a long time. After a few minutes, he sighed and said in a calm tone: "I am refining Mogujie. No one can stop me."

    After finishing speaking, Fuli's thoughts moved, and 20 mulch grass spread out instantly like autumn wind blowing fallen leaves, surrounding Zhang Bunian, Lin Tianquan, and Lin Ling.  Moreover, the mulch grass remained unabated and spread towards the feet of the three people.

    "Ah~" Lin Tianquan and Lin Ling completely felt the power of the mulch grass, and their magic power could not flow out on their own.  Within three seconds, half of it was lost.

    Zhang Bunian was shocked. Before he could defend himself, most of the mana in his body had been consumed. It was estimated that he would turn into a pile of withered bones in less than a minute.

    Zhang Bunian knew that Fuli was eager to save people, so he didn't expect to convince Fuli not to refine Mogujie, but he also didn't expect that Fuli would ignore his old feelings and fall out with him at any time.

    In desperation, Zhang Bunian used all his consciousness, and the mushrooms on the surrounding trees seemed to be roasting on fire. A stream of white smoke rose up, gathered together, and attached to the surface of the mulch grass on his body, cutting off Fu Li's connection with the mulch grass.

    At this moment, Fu Li felt a pain in his head and Wu Xia took care of the mulch grass on Zhang Bunian's body.  Zhang Bunian saw the right opportunity, jumped out of the suction range of the mulch grass, and fled in panic.

    A second later, Fuli contacted the mulch grass again, looked at Zhang Bunian running away in the distance, and ignored him.

    He relied on Zhang Bunian to come to the mushroom world. The two of them got along well at first, but now there is no need to face life and death.

    As for Lin Tianquan and Lin Ling in front of him, Fu Li snorted coldly and gave the order to the mulch grass: suck.

    In an instant, the arrogant Lin Tianquan and Lin Ling turned into a pile of bones.

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    Time passed by in a blink of an eye, thirty years.

    Fuli opened the Zi Mansion, overpowered the group of cultivators and saved Mei. After that, he took Mei to play for half a year and practiced in seclusion again.

    I don¡¯t know how many years have passed, but a monk named Fu Li appeared in the immortal world and was called the Qing Emperor.  (To be continued)
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