A seal of immortality

Chapter 603 Blood Thunder Son
If you can refine the Liuding Tianjia Talisman, it is equivalent to having a top-level defensive magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng became a little excited. If he advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, he would definitely refine a Liuding Tianjia Talisman.

At this time, a short and fat man in a blood robe stood on the high platform, holding a blood-red ball the size of a longan in his hand, and said:
"One blood thunder is refined from the most filthy things in the world. As long as it is not a magic weapon refined by the method of magic, other magic weapons will be very powerful once they are stained with the blood mist hidden by these blood thunders. If you want to restore the power of the magic weapon, you have to cultivate it again for a period of time. This thing is most suitable for fighting against the sword cultivator who drives the sword array. One blood thunder can be exchanged for a sixth-level demon pill or equivalent. something of value."

Hearing these words, Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up, his figure flickered, and he suddenly appeared on the high platform.

At the same time, the young man in blue shirt sitting next to Mu Houhou also appeared on the high platform.

"I want this blood thunder."

The two spoke almost at the same time, saying the same sentence.

The blue-shirted youth frowned, and cast a cold glance at Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng looked as usual, without showing the slightest fear on his face, he flipped his hands and took out a blue wooden box, and handed it to the blood-robed man.

The blue-shirted youth also took out a wooden box and handed it to the blood-robed man.

The man in the blood robe took the two wooden boxes, opened a gap, and quickly glanced at them.

"That's right, it's a sixth-level demon pill, and this blood thunder seed belongs to fellow Taoist." The blood-robed man beamed with joy, put down the wooden box handed over by the blue-shirted youth, and handed the blood thunder seed to Wang Changsheng.

Seeing this, the young man in blue frowned, and wanted to take back his wooden box.

"Wait a minute, fellow daoist, I want these two five-level demon pills too." The blood-robed man pressed his palm on the wooden box, preventing the blue-shirted youth from taking back the wooden box.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that? I only trade for Blood Thunder." The blue-shirted youth's face darkened, and he said coldly.

Hearing this, the blood-robed man smiled slightly, pressed one hand on the wooden box, and touched the storage bag with the other, and a blood-red ball appeared on his hand.

Seeing this scene, the blue-shirted youth's face softened, and he stretched out his hand.

"Wait a minute, I want this blood thunder." A man's voice sounded.

As soon as the words fell, a figure appeared in front of the blood-robed man in a flash. It was Wang Changsheng who had gone and returned.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Seeing this, the blue-shirted youth's face darkened, and a layer of evil spirit loomed between his brows.

"It's nothing interesting, I'm just interested in this blood thunder." Wang Changsheng said calmly. After speaking, he took out a yellow wooden box from the storage bag and handed it to the blood-robed man.

The blood-robed man opened the wooden box, glanced quickly, and said with ecstasy, "This blood thunder belongs to fellow Taoist."

After finishing speaking, he handed the blood thunder in his hand to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng took Xue Leizi, turned around and walked down.

The young man in the blue shirt looked at Wang Changsheng's leaving back with a gloomy and terrifying expression. He turned his head to the man in the blood robe and asked, "Do you have any blood thunder seeds, Fellow Daoist?"

"It's gone, just two, let that fellow daoist exchange them all." The man in the blood robe shook his head and withdrew his palm.

The young man in blue snorted, put away the wooden box, and returned to his original seat.

"Junior Brother Wang, you have offended Fellow Daoist Shi Haoshi today, he is famous for reporting his flaws, you have to be more careful in the future." Wang Changsheng had just returned to his seat when Zhou Tong's voice transmission came to his ears.

"I got it, little brother, thank you Senior Brother Zhou for your suggestion." Wang Changsheng smiled at Zhou Tong, and replied via voice transmission.

At this time, an old man in gray robe with ordinary facial features appeared on the high platform, holding a piece of blood-colored wood in his hand.

"A piece of blood light wood over 3000 years old can be exchanged for a level [-] demon pill or something of the same value."

After finishing speaking, the gray-robed old man glanced at Wang Changsheng's position seemingly unintentionally.

Wang Changsheng's expression was as usual, and he didn't intend to speak.

A few monks walked up to the high platform and whispered a few words to the gray-robed old man, but the gray-robed old man shook his head and refused.

After rejecting several alchemy stage monks in a row, the gray-robed old man returned to his seat in frustration.

Next, more than a dozen monks stepped onto the high platform one after another, most of them returned empty-handed, and only two monks successfully exchanged things.

"Okay, this is the end of the exchange meeting. Friends who have fought with Zhao Guo can go on stage and talk about their opponent's supernatural powers, and see if other fellow Taoists can come up with a way to break the opponent's supernatural powers. Let's start with this old man!" A red-faced old man in gray robe appeared on the circular high platform, cupped his hands at everyone, and said in a deep voice.

"The old man has fought against five monks in the late stage of alchemy successively. Among them is a Taoist priest wearing a red robe and carrying a huge gourd on his back. , this sand can not only transform into various spears and swords to attack the enemy, but also trap the enemy. The old man was accidentally trapped by this sand, and he escaped after suffering some hardships. I don’t know which fellow Taoist knows the origin of this person , is there a way to decipher this person's supernatural power." The gray-robed old man said solemnly.

"Song Daoyou, I know the person you are talking about. This person is Huoyun Daoist from the Zhengyi sect of Wu Kingdom. Shensha, this sand can be transformed into various magical weapons to attack the enemy. It has a very strong defense ability, and it is difficult for the magic weapon to damage it. Restraint." An old man in brocade clothes explained.

The old man in gray robe nodded and walked down, while a tall man in black robe walked up to the high platform, cupped his hands at everyone, and said, "Wei Gang of Luo Zong of Xiayin, I used to be with a fat man The silver-robed Taoist priest has fought against each other. This person is practicing lightning-attribute skills, and his body is extremely powerful. What this person drives is a lightning-attribute flying sword, which is extremely difficult to deal with. The method of supernatural powers, right, there is nothing on the lower body that can contaminate the magic weapon."

"The old man knows the origin of this person. This person is Leiyun Sanren from the Zixiao Temple in Xiliang Kingdom. Fighting alone is rarely an opponent of Leiyun Sanren, so we can only use crowd tactics to hold Leiyun Sanren back." Zhou Tong said in a deep voice.

"Even if there is no filthy magic weapon, if Shi meets this Leiyun Sanren, Shi will definitely make him look good." Shi Hao stood up and said proudly. After speaking, his eyes quickly passed over Wang Changsheng.

"Hey, who doesn't know that Fellow Daoist Shi is a dual cultivator of Dharma and body, but Fellow Daoist Shi, how do you get close to Leiyun Sanren? With the power of thunder spells, I am afraid that you will be bombarded and killed by his thunder system before you are ten feet away from Leiyun Sanren. Alright!" A tall man in a blood robe said with a sarcasm while smiling.

"Hmph, Lu Ya, I won't bother you about how Shi gets close to Leiyun Sanren, why don't you try it? Shi has long wanted to learn how powerful your Blood Spirit Art is." Hearing this, Shi Hao snorted softly. With a sneer, he said with a sneer.

"It's easy to say, I also want to see how powerful your Yinluo Sect's Yinluo Demon Art is." Lu Ya squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, with no trace of fear on his face.

For a while, the atmosphere in the venue was a little dignified.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng showed a look of interest on his face.

(End of this chapter)