However, even though they were happy, they all had the same plan in their hearts. If they could not capture the immortal gold, it did not mean that they could not rob it. If the ghost kid got the immortal gold, it did not mean that they could take it away.

According to Daoer, these quasi-emperors of the prehistoric world want to kill and rob.

At the scene, Taotie abandoned the filming and entered tranquility again.

The cultivators of the heavens had not yet shook their minds for a long time. They stared at the stage. The immortal immortal gold, which was only the size of a baby's fist, had a sky-high price of 20 billion yuan, which was really scary.

"Now, no one should raise the price."

"I want to add, I don't have any money."

"Two billion! I have never seen that much money for thousands of years of practicing Taoism." An old quasi-emperor shook his head with a smile. The other quasi-emperors also coughed, and they had never seen them either.

"It's great to have money." The thin old man couldn't help but sigh.

"He just has no money." Ye Chenyou laughed, stretched hard, and then he was replaced.

"But there is also an increase in price." Old Man Youming said as if nothing had happened.

"Youming, you're a nonsense." Gui Yan laughed sarcastically.
Chapter completed!