Chen Hao's whole body was trembling, but he did not answer Hua Jiuyang's words, but replied indifferently: "Is there any other? No matter what kind of mirror, it is far from enough to exchange for the life of a soul cultivator. "The vast earth is called a fairy, and a rage can move thousands of mountains and rivers." The soul cultivator's ability is much stronger than this mirror!"

Hua Jiuyang's face turned a little blue. He glared at Chen Hao again, cursing in his heart. What are you saying now? If it weren't for this damn prohibition that sealed the true energy in his body, you must have died thousands of times, and how could you be the turn of being here to be in charge of being instructed!

Looking at the other party's increasingly severe eyes, Hua Jiuyang had to reluctantly take out the black sword again, and said unhappily: "Obsidian Shadow Sword, Earth Level."

Chen Hao took it without hesitation and suddenly entered the Buddha's land space. He was happy, but sighed: "The sky-level cloud mirror was not surprising just now. Now he just used the earth-level magic weapon. This is the wealth of the dignified Supreme Sect elder, which is too unreliable!"

His palms were filled with a rich ink-blue luster, like holding a short knife with iron-cutting like mud, with a vicious aura that was pointing at Hua Jiuyang's throat, and the threatening intention was revealed outside.

Hua Jiuyang bit his fingertips, and blood penetrated out. He tried to draw a blood talisman to resist, but Chen Hao discovered it early and punched him again. His body staggered and almost penetrated into a blazing earth fire. Sweat beads rolled down his face, but he never dared to have any other bad thoughts. One by one, one thing was taken out from the Xumi space inside his body.

"Qinghuang Sword, Earth Level."

"Qianyuan Dividing Water Blade, Earth Step."

"Nine-Slash Dragon-Devouring Spear, Heavenly Level."

"Zhaotong Xiaoyao Fan, the ground level."

"The Wilderness of the Sky-Cracking Sea Sword, Earth Level."

...

Piles of spirit stones appeared, and they had accumulated in the Buddha's land space and turned into a small hill. The rays of light were bright and there were millions of huge ones at a glance. Unfortunately, most of the following spirit stones were the most, and only more than a thousand of the best ones, while the millions of lower grades were just hundreds of top-grade spirit stones, which made him happy.

However, what made him excited was that with the investment of these spirit stones, the damaged Buddha land space finally began to show signs of recovery, at the cost of countless spirit stones melting and disappearing, leaving him with only tens of lower-grade spirit stones, and the upper-grade spirit stones was less than 100.

Chen Hao was not a pity for this. If the Buddha land could be restored, even if the amount of spirit stones consumed was worth it. He just promised that the 100,000 spirit stones of the giant turtle in the East China Sea would be postponed again. He didn't know if there was still time before the great disaster came, and he suddenly felt some anxiety about it.

He robbed a soul cultivator himself. The existence that was beyond the reach of others was actually able to get such things. The lack of spirit stones made him almost crazy. If he really wanted to meet the needs of the divine turtle, would he have to draw the spiritual veins of those sects?

Moving mountains and seas is a great magical power. If you want to do this, your cultivation must be comparable to that of a cultivator who has just entered the soul, and at least six heart lotus must be condensed. At this moment, it is still far apart.

"Nine Dragon Seal, Earth Step."

After Hua Jiuyang handed out the object with a gray face, Chen Hao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he sneered: "Where is the shuttle you used before? Do you still want to hide in the dark and come and fight me against it?"

The latter was shocked and angry, shouting loudly: "That is my natal weapon, how can I deliver it to you?"

"The natal weapon has lost it but it has a little loss of vitality. If you lose your life, everything will become empty talk!" Chen Hao faced the tits and refused to give in at all.

Hua Jiuyang's eyes were full of blood. He slowly glanced at Chen Hao, as if he wanted to record his appearance into his bones. When he turned his hand, a blue-gray double-blade short shuttle appeared in the palm of his hand. The light flowed, exuding a palpitations. If his body had not been weak and could not be maintained for a long time, he would have stepped forward with the sharp blade to fight desperately.

He shook his arms tremblingly, and a crooked blood talisman was drawn out of thin air, imprinted on the short shuttle. With a buzzing sound, the entire shuttle suddenly flashed, as if it was about to break through the air, but fortunately it was blocked by the ancient ban.

Gray silk threads stretched out from Hua Jiuyang's body, and then retracted the short shuttle in his hand like a tide. The latter instantly became thin and his face was covered with wrinkles that had been through vicissitudes of life, as if the essence, blood and energy in his body had passed away at the moment when it was broken from this shuttle.

After the loss of the natal magic weapon, Hua Jiuyang was like an old man who had reached the age of erosion. His eyes were full of hope. The reason why he handed over so much was that he only hoped that the other party could spare his life. As long as his life was still there, everything could start over.

"Zixiao Escape Shuttle, Quasi-Immortal Soldier."

"What!" Chen Hao, who took this object, was shocked. No wonder this person was reluctant to leave. It turned out that this was the real magical object, which was more valuable than the previous bunch of magical weapons combined. Although there were magical weapons in the Buddha land, they could not be used by him. The sword spirit in a magical sword was still thinking about taking over his consciousness. Now this quasi-immortal weapon is different. He can exert extremely powerful power in his hand, breaking mountains and breaking seas, and making gods and ghosts breaking the easy.

He stroked the extremely smooth shuttle excitedly, felt the power contained in the dense runes carved on it, and suddenly passed through his mind that it was about to flash and break through the air. He moved his heart gently, maybe he had to rely on this thing to leave.

"I have handed over all the natal weapons, I wonder if I can let me go?"

Hua Jiuyang's hoarse voice broke the calm, his eyes were turbid, no longer as bright as before.

"Oh?" Chen Hao put away the flight shuttle when he heard this, narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled, "Have I promised the elder to leave?"

"Then you said you wanted me to use magic weapons to redeem yourself!" Hua Jiuyang jumped up in anger, clenched his fist and rushed forward. However, his thin arm did not retain much strength. Instead, hitting Chen Hao, it made him feel hurt.

"It seems that you haven't figured out the situation, elder." Chen Hao stretched out a strong hand and lifted Hua Jiuyang up. He said coldly: "You took out the shuttle just now to try to escape. But you didn't expect that the ancient ban was too strong, and even the ability of the quasi-immortal soldier was limited, so you had to hand over the Zixiao shuttle?"

"Nothing happened!" Hua Jiuyang's face changed and forced a smile.

"I just agreed to let you redeem yourself, but I let you go after I didn't agree!" Chen Hao's tone was cold. He played a word game, which determined the fate of the Supreme Sect elder.

"You can't kill me!" Hua Jiuyang suddenly struggled violently, and he roared like a wounded beast, "I am not the elder of the Supreme Sect you imagined. I am one of the seventy-two "Luo Tu" in the Shadow Pavilion. If I die, you will suffer endless revenge! Even if you hide in the ends of the earth, the secret realm of life and death cannot escape the pursuit!"

Chen Hao's whole body was shocked, everything in his heart was as clear as if he had cleared the clouds. He snorted coldly: "So that's it, the elder has such an identity, which surprised me, but I can't let you go. Do you know that I was about to settle the score with the people from the Shadow Pavilion, but you didn't expect that you came to the door, so how could you let you escape without any hesitation?"

He lowered his eyes and felt the power of the surging undercurrents beside him. He suddenly slapped his hand and threw Hua Jiuyang into a space. With a "puff" sound, a blazing white flame just spewed out to cover it. A miserable howl suddenly came out. The man turned into ashes in an instant. The sealed true energy in his body resounded for a moment, hitting the earth like a roll of heaven, but was absorbed by an unpredictable abyss.
Chapter completed!