Taoist help me live forever

Chapter 69 Harvest
"It's gone!!!"

Yu Xian excitedly held up three corpses and fell from the sky, and landed on a barren hill outside Kyoto in a shrunken image.

He looked around and scanned with his consciousness, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no one there.

The storage bag in his hand was the lowest cubic space, and the corpse couldn't fit in even if folded in half, so he had to carry it and leave.

If someone sees it, it's a trivial matter to become a pervert. The key is that if someone finds out, it will take a lot of effort.

Yu Xian casually dropped a water mist technique, and a mist immediately appeared around him, covering his sight.

Only then did he begin to look at the spoils in his hands.

The identities of the three corpses are naturally the Jiang family's two Zhuji and the Lin family's Erlang.

Among them, the corpse of the old man of the Jiang family has become a mummy and is the best preserved.

The ancestor of the Jiang family only had a jade-like skeleton left, and only Erlang of the Lin family was the most miserable, his entire chest was blown out, and there were not a few good pieces of meat left on his body.

"It's never too late for a good dish, let's cook the weakest one first."

Yu Xian stared at the mummy of the old man of the Jiang family.

The old man's emaciated body was covered with a layer of black black iron armor that obviously did not fit. The iron armor was full of wounds, which should be the scars left by Lin Jiaerlang's sword.

Yu Xian didn't dislike it either, and directly picked it off from the old man.

"A high-grade magic weapon, although it is damaged in many places and its value has plummeted, it is still the most expensive magic weapon I have ever handled."

The grade distinction of the magic weapon is very simple, that is, the strength of the increase in one's own magic power.

A low-grade magic weapon can generally increase a qi-training monk's mana by [-]% to [-]%, which means that a qi-training monk can use a low-grade magic weapon to exert up to [-]% of his own strength.

A medium-grade magic weapon increases by [-]% to [-]%, a top-grade magic weapon increases by [-]% to [-]%, and a magic weapon that can perfectly increase mana by [-]% is a top-grade magic weapon.

Of course, this is only a rough way of dividing the magic weapon.

Although many magic tools are not high in rank, they have various unique functions, and their functions are not weaker than some top-grade magic tools.

But Yu Xian is now a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

For his extremely condensed liquid mana, the effect of the magic weapon on increasing it will be cut by more than half.

Even some low-quality magical artifacts may not be able to withstand his liquid mana, and they will disintegrate after a few times.

Therefore, the most suitable foundation building cultivator is the spiritual weapon.

"And then there's the storage bag that I love to see."

Yu Xian sharply saw the storage bag that the old man keeps next to him, it is a crescent white storage bag, it looks exquisite and compact, almost like a purse.

It looked much more advanced than the dusty, sack-like storage bag in his hand.

The old man was dead, and the spiritual consciousness left in the storage bag was already very weak. Yu Xian only refined it twice, and the storage bag opened the door to him.

The storage bag has a space of about twelve squares. The value of the storage bag alone is worth a high-grade magic weapon, and it may be more expensive.

Yu Xian said that he is such a turkey that he really has no experience.

The largest storage bag he had ever seen in Fangshi before was the five-square space, worth one hundred spirit stones, which was already a luxury in his eyes.

The storage bag has a lot of space, but there are not many things, and it looks empty.

Yu Xian swept it away.

Everything in the storage bag was poured out.

The first thing that catches the eye is a big hanger with more than a dozen sets of long gowns hanging on it. The color is relatively light, mainly gray, white and blue.

Although they are all the top-notch fabrics in the common world, they are of no value to Yu Xian, and he even wants to complain about why this old man is so stinky.

Then there are two sandalwood boxes, square and square, looking quite gorgeous and solemn.

Yu Xian rubbed his hands together, expecting to open it.

"The heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, Laojun blesses me with good luck!"

Snapped!
The sandalwood box was opened.

There was a curl of cold air rising out, and a huge wolf head frozen in the ice stared ferociously outside.

Even though the wolf head is dead, it still exudes the breath of a strong man.

This is at least a second-order monster, equivalent to a foundation-building monk.

Yu Xian: "..."

He opened the remaining box with a hopeless face.

Sure enough, it was still a frozen head.

Nothing but human.

"What kind of collectors are you Nima!"

Yu Xian's mentality collapsed a bit.

Apart from these big items, the rest are bits and pieces.

For example, two blue spirit stones.

"No, you are a dignified foundation-builder, just two spirit stones, isn't it a little too simple?"

How did Yu Xian know that before the old man came to the mortal world, he had arranged his funeral clearly, and most of the treasures of Lingshi were distributed to the descendants.

In addition, in order to help Jiang Xuanwu refine the flesh and blood container and arrange the formation of the bedroom, the spirit stones he brought were almost exhausted.

"Huh, isn't it?"

Yu Xian picked up the blue spirit stone, the color is clear, like a sapphire.

"Could it be that this is the legendary middle-grade spirit stone, which will help the cultivation of foundation-building monks to a certain extent."

"A medium-grade spirit stone is worth a hundred low-grade spirit stones. Here are two pieces, which are 200 yuan spirit stones."

"Although it still doesn't meet your worth, it's not bad compared to useless clothes and heads."

Then there is a jade bottle with a long neck and round belly, about thirty centimeters high.

Yu Xian unplugged it and poured it in his hand. It was a blood-colored elixir the size of a peanut. When he put it between his nose, he could smell a sweet smell.

There are at least 34 capsules in the bottle.

Yu Xian couldn't help swallowing his saliva, wanting to swallow it.

"No, it's best not to take medicines you don't know, and find a mouse to try first."

Then came a blue jade slip, a white jade slip, and a red wolf head jade tablet.

"Let me have a look at something good?"

Yu Xian poked out his divine sense expectantly, and the content of the blue jade slip quickly appeared in his mind.

Soon.

Yu Xian withdrew from the jade slip with a constipated expression.

"Diary! Damn it's a diary!"

"I want exercises! I want secret books!"

This jade slip is full of memoirs of the old man.

The days began when he first went to Yue about 20 years ago, and he recorded about a hundred diaries here and there.

Because he often falls into a deep sleep, even if it is a diary, it takes several months to write an entry.

Of course, the diary is not completely useless.

Yu Xian knew why there was nothing in the old man's storage bag. It turned out that all his good things were left in the family.

Moreover, the old man is already at the age of retirement and waiting to die, and his cultivation has been neglected, so how could he bring any secret books of exercises.

"It can't be a diary."

Yu Xian's spiritual sense penetrated into the white jade slip again.

Another moment.

"The secret technique of planting demons, experimental notes?"

It turned out that what was recorded in the white jade slips was an experimental record called the secret art of planting demons.

The secret technique of planting demons is to implant the blood of the demon race into ordinary people, so that ordinary people can gain powerful power in a short period of time.

For example, the Tiger Leopard Pill is a by-product of a kind of demon secret technique. If ordinary people eat too much, they will easily lose their minds and be driven into idiots by the will of the monsters inside.

There is also the Black Wolf Guard, which is also a product of a demon secret technique. The blood pill in the jade bottle is a demon blood pill specially given to the Black Wolf Guard.

It's a pastime for old people when they are bored.

"It's a pity that it's useless to me, and it can only be transplanted with the blood of a first-order monster, which is almost like a chicken rib."

"This one is more valuable to me."

Yu Xian held the wolf-headed jade tablet, and after inputting mana into it, he saw a flash of light on the jade tablet, as if a mysterious message was sent out.

This jade card is a blood contract certificate, specially used to contract monsters, and the silver wolf who showed up in the bedroom before was controlled by this jade card.

The jade tablet was not broken, which meant that the silver wolf was still alive.

After Yu Xian sends a message, Silver Wolf will follow the induction to find him.

"Okay, the first treasure chest has been opened."

"To sum up, one piece of broken black iron armor, two middle-grade spirit stones, one diary, one notebook, some demon blood pills, one monster (to be returned), and a pile of ragged clothes."

As soon as Yu Xian thought about it, the soil on the ground flew up, and after a while, a big hole was dug out, and the old man's body was buried smoothly.

"Now I'll bury you. Whether I bring these things with me when I'm born or not when I die will be my reward. You can go there with peace of mind."

With a wave of Yu Xian's palm, all the old man's clothes fell into the pit.

Then he flicked his finger, and a fireball fell.

The old man's body and clothes caught fire in an instant, and it took half an hour to turn into ashes.

As expected of physical training, he has a strong physique.

If it falls into the hands of the cultivator who manipulates the corpse, it can be turned into a powerful weapon after refining it, and it can be sold for a good price.

But Yu Xian has no grievances or enmities with him, so he won't waste his corpse.

(End of this chapter)