Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

At this time, those second-level golden-armored beasts fled in a hurry.

However, the old oil man was like a killing god. Before the power of the sword in his hand disappeared, he used half a sword and a pair of swords to kill these golden-armored beasts like slaughtering pigs and sheep.

Until the sword in the old oil man's hand dropped to an ordinary magic sword again.

The aura on his body was also extremely weak, as if he had turned into a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken.

The old oily man quickly swallowed a Qi-Reviving Golden Pill, and then swallowed a whole bottle of Wujin Pill for free.

Only then did things get a little better.

Except for a few who escaped, all the golden-armored beasts had been slaughtered.

At this time, Zhan Jun walked up to the old oil man with a solemn look and bowed deeply: "Thank you, senior, for surviving."

The old oily man poured a mouthful of hundred-marrow brew into his mouth, his face turned pale, and he said with a smile: "The captain of the war army is just kidding. I am just an old man at the first level of Qi refining. I really don't dare to call him a senior."

Suddenly, the old oil man discovered that a foundation-building monk in the distance was quietly loading a golden-armored beast into a storage bag.

He was furious, pointed at the foundation-building monk and yelled, "What are you doing, you brat? Do you understand the rules?"

But he remembered that he killed this golden-armored beast.

Not only this one, but all the golden-armored beasts present were killed by himself.

"Old... senior," the foundation-building monk said in a panic, "I have been fighting this golden-armored beast for a long time just now, and I also dealt with it in time, so I should share some of the spoils."

The oily old man was furious after hearing this.

"What's wrong with last-hitting but not last-hitting? I killed them all. I saved your life, do you understand?" The old oil man yelled, spitting.

"Understood..." the foundation-building monk said in an inaudible voice.

He could just see the charm of this old guy.

With one sword, he killed a half-step third-level golden-armored beast.

Not to mention him, even the captain couldn't make a move in the hands of this old man.

The old oily man walked over quickly and put the golden-armored beast into his storage bag.

At this time, the old oil man looked slightly satisfied, glanced at the foundation-building monk and said: "Now that you understand, I am not as knowledgeable as you, but I still have to pay the life-saving money."

"Life-saving money?" The foundation-building monk felt bitter in his heart.

Not only will the co-author not get a share of the spoils this time, but he will also have to give the old guy money.

"What?" The old oil man's face darkened, "Is your life worthless?"

"It's valuable, it's valuable..." the foundation-building monk said quickly.

"I don't want much, just 100,000 spiritual stones." The old oil man said leisurely.

The foundation-building monk thought that the old man would open his mouth like a lion, but he didn't expect that he only received 100,000 spiritual stones, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The old oil man lives in the third-level affiliated power of Fairy Cat Valley all year round, and feels that 100,000 spiritual stones is already a sky-high price.

However, for them, the foundation-building monks of the Heavenly Demon Sect, 100,000 spiritual stones are not too much.

Next, under the surprised eyes of the old oil man, these foundation-building monks from the Demon Sect took out 100,000 spiritual stones from their storage bags and dedicated them to him.

The old oil man was happy and surprised.

This spiritual stone is also very profitable.

"By the way, am I going to lose something?" The old oil man couldn't help but reflect.

The old oil man put all the golden-armored beasts on the ground into his storage bag.

Until the black golden-armored beast, its body was so big that it couldn't fit in the storage bag.

It was Henry Zhang who lent him a storage bag in time.

The old oil man was about to collect the black golden-armored beast.

Zhan Jun came over and said: "Old... old gentleman, this golden-armored beast..."

The oily old man pulled his face down on the spot: "What? You want to break up with me too?"

"That's not true. I want to buy the inner elixir of this golden-armored beast from the old gentleman."

"This golden-armored beast has inner elixir. Is it a mutated golden-armored beast? No wonder it is so strong. It took a sword to kill it."

Zhan Jun said respectfully: "It is indeed a mutated golden-armored beast. The inner elixir of this golden-armored beast with strong energy and blood may be able to help the foundation-building monks form fake elixirs."

When everyone heard this, everyone including Henry Zhang was shocked.

The so-called fake elixir is relative to the golden elixir.

It is not an easy task for a foundation-building monk to form a golden elixir. Opportunity, luck, resources, understanding, accumulation, etc. are all indispensable.

Among the thousands of foundation builders, not one may reach the golden elixir.

Some foundation-building monks who have no hope of golden elixirs will use the demonic beast inner elixir to form fake elixirs.

After forming the fake elixir, the cultivation level is roughly equivalent to the early stage of the golden elixir.

Although this method is clever, there are two difficulties.

First, not all monster inner elixirs can be used to help golden elixir monks form fake elixirs, only the mutant monster inner elixirs can.

The second is that even if you successfully form a fake elixir, your cultivation will only stay at the early stage of the golden elixir for the rest of your life, and you will be unable to make any further progress in this life.

Even so, the inner elixir of this mutated monster is still something that foundation-building monks dream of.

"I won't change." The old oily man put away the black mutated golden armored beast Youyou and said.

"Okay..." Zhan Jun looked disappointed.

"Also, you are their leader, so you need more money to save your life."

"This is as it should be."

"I don't want your spirit stone anymore. The turtle shell is broken. It's a tattered thing. I'm afraid you, the captain, don't care about it anymore. Give it to me."

"This..." Zhan Jun hesitated a little. Although the red turtle's shell was broken, it was still the third level and extremely rare.

"What? Your life is not worth this broken tortoise shell?" asked the old oily man with a frown.

"It's worth it..." Zhan Jun said hurriedly, "This red divine tortoise shell is given to the senior."

"Then I'd rather obey than be respectful." The old oily man put the tortoise shell into his storage bag with a smile.

When Zhang Xuan saw that the old oily man actually wanted the third-level tortoise shell from someone else, he immediately had an idea in his mind: "I have to think of a way to trick this tortoise shell from this old guy."

At that moment, Zhang Xuan's smile towards the old oily man became even brighter.

The old oily man was shocked: "This guy is not going to take advantage of me again, is he?"

"Senior old oily man, have you heard of the Golden Jade Transformation Pill?" Zhang Xuan asked with a simple smile on his face.

"Of course I have heard of the first-level upper-grade gold-attributed pill."

"You can pre-order it now."

"Can you refine it?"

"No, but I will soon." Zhang Xuan said.

"What's the price?"

"What price? That's too far."

"Are you going to give it to me for free?"

"That's not the case."

"Just tell me what you want. I have all the resources and spiritual stones now." The nouveau riche, Old Oilhead, was no longer stingy as before.

"1.5 million spiritual stones, the broken shell of the third-level red divine turtle, and the corpse of the mutant black golden armored beast." Zhang Xuan tried to say.

"Take it." Old Oilhead poured a mouthful of Baisui Brew into his mouth and threw out a storage bag.

Zhang Xuan took the storage bag and was overjoyed.

Such precious spiritual materials, he didn't expect to get them in his hands after just a few words.