The Strongest Salted Fish Boss

Lin Xian gave an evaluation that almost made the old man spit out old blood. Although practitioners pay attention to pure heart and few desires, he is the Great Elder, and the palace, apart from the Hall of Fluctuating Light, is the most imposing.

"That is, that is."

The first elder smiled, and a few people walked inside.

Then, countless beautiful women in veils came out and greeted a few people.

"Elder, you have to pay attention to your body."

"Oh, yes, yes."

The first elder wiped his cold sweat and waved the group of women away.

The little boy on the side stood there laughing non-stop, until the old man flicked a shudder on his head.

"Please come out with the holy weapon!"

When they arrived at the innermost no-man's land, the first elder said to Lin Xian with an excited expression.

Lin Xian didn't refuse either. With a wave of his hand, he took out the few sacred relics he had collected before.

"This is [-] million Origin Stones, please keep it, boss."

The old man took out a bulging bag from his cuff and handed it to Lin Xian.

"Well... I'm so tired, I'll take a break."

Lin Xian said, and sat down on the stool beside him.

"Do you have anything to eat here?"

"what."

The Great Elder was stunned, and he didn't know why.

"Any kind of sea cucumber, abalone, any kind, or a barbaric spirit beast."

Lin Xian said weakly, and his stomach growled again.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

When the first elder heard the words, he still didn't understand. Although he was surprised, he was not surprised.

Among the many existences with profound cultivation that he knows, there are some strange hobbies, such as him, there are countless beauties in the palace.

However, Lin Xian's hobby was really strange.

"Come on, invite the best cook in the Holy Land!"

After the first elder talked about it, Lin Xiancai ate the delicious food at the table in front of him.

After taking care of this top priority, it was the first elder who worked with Xiaotong to study the weapons obtained from the palace.

"The soul destroyer is already a quasi-imperial weapon. Maybe it is a coincidence that such existences can prove the Tao and become a real imperial weapon!"

The old man's expression was extremely excited, stroking the black knife, and countless strange runes circulated on the latter's body, as if it had life, and it became an individual by itself.

A little bit of divine power was injected into it, and the entire knife trembled, and the runes on it also changed. There were countless talismans attached to the knife, and the knife also turned into a zhang Xu size. A dim light flickered! Seeing these changes, the old man was even more excited in his heart.

He glanced at Lin Xian slightly, and was shocked. What kind of fairy food is this? He saw a table of dishes, and in a blink of an eye, there was half a table left, and Lin Xian was still eating.

In the heart of the old man, he respected Lin Xian even more, and classified him as a level above the saint.

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"Maybe, it is even more terrifying than a saint, and can easily conquer the quasi-emperor soldiers!"

As the old man thought about it, he had already made a decision.

"This is the Extinguishing Sword!"

The child picked up the slap-sized sword in front of him, and made a slight swipe at the space in front of him, and then a pitch-black crack appeared.

And this is still the result of not injecting divine power, which shows its horror.

Then, the two of them turned their eyes to the stone like pork belly again, and after looking at it for a long time, they really couldn't see anything.

"Little boy, you are facing things and have impressions"

the old man asked.

"No, totally unknown."

Hearing the words, the boy shook his head and said.

"Then leave it alone."

After the Great Elder finished speaking, he looked at the last book, which looked extremely ordinary, like an extremely ordinary book, without even a name. The only special thing was that the thread that bound this book was golden.

"The Book of No Name."

The old man reached out and picked up the book, then opened it.

The moment he opened the book, an endless chill swept over, the old man's complexion changed greatly, and he was busy throwing the book in his hand, but, counting the gods, it was already coming towards his face.

"retreat!"

The old man's body has retreated sharply, and the bad premonition in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.