The cave is actually myself

Chapter 104 The Carrier of the Magical Weapon
The skinny old man looked at the skinned monk floating towards him with strange steps and asked angrily.

"Who are you? What's the purpose of following me? Why do I meet you again and again in this secret realm?"

It was just an accidental encounter, but continuous encounters made him have to doubt the skinny monk in front of him.

The paper monk didn't say anything. He quickened his pace. He stretched out his hand like pulling a zipper and carefully tore open the skin bag on his body, revealing the bright red and green paper clothes inside.

"Hmph, it's just weird!"

The skinny old man snorted coldly, and the green-black devil on his body continued to expand, growing a pair of fleshy wings covered with black stripes. The fleshy wings spread out and turned into a stream of green-black light that struck at the paper monk.

"whee……"

The paper man chuckled and advanced instead of retreating, like a huge colorful butterfly, shuttling among the many green and black imps.

With a body as light as a swallow and arms as sharp as knives, like tarsal maggots, it clung to a green-black imp and cut him into several pieces of meat.

The meatballs fell to the ground, and the ground rotted into scorched earth, creating wisps of black smoke.

Although it was just a test, seeing that the little devil he had raised was so vulnerable, the skinny old man knew that the paper monk was his enemy, so he no longer held back. The spiritual energy in his body surged crazily, and he took out a sapphire bone bell.

The bell kept shaking, causing layers of blue ripples in the air. After being touched by the blue ripples, the green-black kid's body grew several times larger, and his claws were as hard as iron, and he slashed hard at the paper monk.

Cracks were made on the paper man's body, and countless white fibers bulged out, like slender insects, flying everywhere in the air. After contacting the green and black kid's skin, they burrowed into it silently.

As soon as the two sides tested each other, the battle became fierce.

At the same time, large and small battles were also taking place throughout the secret realm.

More than thirty pieces of paper went through layers of screening and several rounds before reaching the hands of the monks in the secret realm. This means that the monks who can possess the pieces of paper have something extraordinary.

All of them are rich in means and proud in spirit. When they meet head-on in the secret realm, and there are various elixirs to stimulate them, fierce battles can easily break out.

Lu Yuan felt like he couldn't stand it anymore. There were endless magic weapons in this place, and the spells in that place were changing in all kinds of ways, and all of them were big scenes.

In front of a second-grade elixir, a high-level Qi-training monk was lying on the ground dripping with blood, his face as white as paper.

There was a corpse lying on the ground, with an unknown hole in the chest. There was a hole as big as a bowl, and the surrounding area was scorched black.

Holding a high-level talisman in his hand, he struggled to take out the healing elixir from his storage bag. After taking it, a trace of blood appeared on his face.

The spiritual energy circulated throughout the body and stopped the bleeding wound. The monk took a deep breath and felt a sense of fear in his heart.

He and the dead Qi Practitioner on the ground discovered this second-grade elixir at the same time, and immediately they attacked each other.

He was lucky enough to survive with the help of a powerful magic weapon, but he was also seriously injured, with almost no talismans on his body and a lot of spiritual energy loss.

Fortunately, we successfully obtained this second-grade elixir and the storage bag on the dead monk.

He endured the severe pain from the wound, stood up, carefully picked the second-grade elixir, and put it into a white jade box.

Then, dragging heavy steps, he walked towards the body on the ground.

On the ground not far away, the Death Monk's magic weapon was waiting there quietly, with the storage bag hanging down from his waist, exuding a powerful allure.

The golden belt of murder and arson. Thinking of the power of that magic weapon and the possible presence of talismans, elixirs, spirit stones, etc. in the storage bag, the high-level qi-training monk felt that his injuries were much better.

Just when he was about to touch the storage bag, a strong gust of wind suddenly hit him, and a serrated sword passed by. The monk hurriedly retracted his hand to avoid being cut off by the sword at the wrist.

He reacted extremely quickly, activated his aura, stepped back a few feet in an instant, and saw a huge white jade praying mantis guarding in front of the dead monk with its serrated forelegs like a broadsword.

On the triangular head, a pair of protruding eyeballs looked at him coldly.

"A first-grade monster, the chances of winning are relatively high."

After weighing the strength of the White Jade Mantis and comparing it with the magic weapon and storage bag left by the Death Monk, the high-level Qi Practitioner made an instant decision.

A black and red spear quickly took shape in front of him, the tip of the spear pointed at the white jade mantis in the distance.

Just when the spear was about to be fired, he suddenly felt something swimming behind him. Looking sideways, he saw several huge green and black vines like pythons, swimming slowly on both sides behind him.

The sharp barbs on the vines are all over the body, highlighting the thick black and red blood vessels. I don't know how many monks' flesh and blood essence they have absorbed.

"Another first-grade monster."

The high-level qi-training monk hesitated. If he had faced two first-level monsters at his peak, he might still have the strength to fight, but now he has lost most of his spiritual energy, and almost all the talismans he brought have been used up...

He could only take a step back. Fortunately, he had obtained a precious second-grade elixir. The monk comforted himself in his heart, bypassed the white jade mantis and the green and black vines, and left quickly.

The forelimbs of the silver-threaded mantis picked up the magic weapon that the Death Monk had dropped on the ground and the storage bag on his waist. It flapped its translucent thin wings and flew towards the cave.

The blood-devouring vines swallowed up the remaining pieces of flesh and blood around them, then rolled up the monk's body and disappeared into the thick white mist.

There are many monks in the secret realm. If the monks see the corpse and eat it, it will easily affect the good reputation of the secret realm. Blood-devouring Vine plans to move the corpse to an uninhabited place first.

The behavior of the two children was naturally instructed by Lu Yuan, who monitored every battle that took place in the cave through the Huan Yin Tong eyeball clone.

After the battle was over, he ordered the Blood-devouring Vine and others to come out and clean up the battlefield.

The monks finally came to visit their cave, but they accidentally caused a dispute, and there was nothing I could do to persuade them to make peace.

In desperation, I had to do the post-cleaning work.

After all, the visitor is a guest, and he is embarrassed to ask his guests to clean the cave for him.

Of course, if during the cleaning process he saw storage bags, magic weapons, etc. that no one wanted, Lu Yuan would naturally accept them with a smile and treat them as cleaning expenses.

The quality of the monks who came this time was much higher than before, and there were many treasures among the magical artifacts they picked up.

There have been too many opportunities for Luobao Xunjin Tower recently, and the big opportunities are about to fall into a state of insecurity. We just take this opportunity to replenish the goods for Luobao Xunjin Tower.

Take it from monks and use it to monks!

Our Xiaoxianyuan Building does not produce magical artifacts, we are just porters of magical artifacts...

Thanks to the gift of nature, Lu Yuan expressed his sincere gratitude and paid three breaths of silence for the monks who died.

Then, he turned his attention to the field of vision shared by Huanyin Tong's eyeball clone, where fierce battles were taking place everywhere.

(End of this chapter)