Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

But Henry Zhang didn’t care about the fight between the two.

He desperately put all the spiritual liquid in the deep pool into his storage ring.

"This spiritual liquid is priceless, more valuable than spiritual stones. How many spiritual stones can be sold in Wuyou City!" Henry Zhang felt happy in his heart.

The spiritual liquid in the deep pool dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two people are facing each other here, and the battle is about to break out.

Neither of the two people standing at the top of the golden elixir has absolute confidence in defeating the other.

Until Henry Zhang filled up the two storage rings, as well as the storage bags and storage bottles he was carrying, the two of them had not done anything yet.

"There is still a lot of spiritual liquid in the deep pool."

Henry Zhang began to fill the meditation space and the Holy Moon Cave with spiritual liquid again.

Keep it full.

The spiritual liquid in the deep pool has almost bottomed out.

"There is quite a lot of spiritual liquid accumulated over millions of years." Henry Zhang nodded with satisfaction.

He has now filled everything he can.

"You can't be too greedy as a person, and you should stop it in moderation." Henry Zhang said.

I don't know if I'm talking to the two of them, or if I'm talking to myself.

"You can't eat the entire Demon-Raising Purple Spirit Coffin yourself, how about we talk about it?" Taoist Master Long Gong said.

"Yes, the Demon-Raising Purple Spirit Coffin can be yours, and I will definitely get the contents inside." Pingtianhou said.

"What if it's empty inside?"

"Then I admit it."

At this time, Taoist Long Gong's thoughts suddenly changed.

A fifth-level spiritual tree like the Demon-nurturing Purple Essence Wood is hard to come by.

If you can get this fifth level spiritual wood, it will be a worthwhile trip.

As for what's inside.

Maybe it's more precious than the Demon-Raising Purple Essence Wood, maybe not, maybe it's just empty.

"Okay, I promise you." Taoist Long Gong gritted his teeth and said.

At this time, Ping Tianhou put away his long sword.

Taoist Long Gong also put away his Black Gold Wuji Mountain.

Henry Zhang has already collected the spiritual liquid at this time.

"I can't wait here for them to open the coffin, who knows what will jump out of it."

Henry Zhang walked with his sword and quickly fled towards the outskirts of the secret realm.

Ping Tianhou walked to the black coffin.

He felt that what was inside the coffin had a huge attraction for him.

"Maybe the Sword of Eternal Night is inside."

Ping Tianhou punched him.

"Boom..."

This punch struck the demon-raising purple spirit coffin.

The demon-raising purple spirit coffin did not move at all.

"This is a fifth-level spiritual wood. The coffin made from it is not that easy to open."

Taoist Long Gong took out the Xuanjin Wuji Mountain and threw it directly at the black coffin.

"boom--"

Xuanjin Wuji Mountain hit the coffin lid.

The black coffin lid moved.

A smile appeared on Taoist Long Gong's lips.

He also wanted to open the coffin to see what was inside.

Although he had promised Ping Tianhou just now, the contents inside would belong to him.

However, if it is found that the contents inside are extremely valuable, even far exceeding the value of the Demon-Raising Purple Spirit Coffin itself, the promise just made will naturally not count.

Ping Tianhou narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the black coffin excitedly.

"boom--"

Taoist Long Gong's Xuanjin Wuji Mountain smashed over again.

"squeak--"

The lid of the black coffin shifted slightly.

At this time, Taoist Master Long Gong and Ping Tianhou showed a hint of joy on their faces.

"Soon..."

Taoist Long Gong once again manipulated Xuanjin Wuji Mountain to smash over it.

"Bang--"

The black coffin lid was finally opened.

The two looked quickly.

Inside is a withered body.

"call--"

The eyes of the withered body suddenly opened.

His aura surged.

"The old devil who transformed into a god..."

The two were shocked.

Without saying a word, Taoist Master Long Gong picked up the coffin lid and quickly fled to the outside in a treasure boat.

Pingtianhou also used his natal magical powers and secret techniques to escape quickly.

Don't say that you are the number one person in the golden elixir.

Facing the old demon who transformed into a god, they were all scum.

"There's no escape."

The withered demon crawled out of the coffin.

Taoist Long Gong and Ping Tianhou ran away desperately.

"whee……"

The sound of the dry demon exorcist's laughter came from behind, chasing after him like a cat and a mouse.

Seeing the withered demon chasing after him.

"One sword lasts forever!"

Ping Tianhou swung a sword behind him.

The dark shadow of the sword pressed down directly on the withered demon body.

"Little guy, it's useless, hee hee..."

The violent sword energy of Yi Jian Yongye has no effect on the withered demon body.

"call--"

Ping Tianhou had not yet taken a breath.

A dry palm fell from the air.

Ping Tianhou ran away desperately.

But this withered palm seemed to grow on the top of his head, and Ping Tianhou was unable to escape from the range of the withered palm.

"ah--"

Ping Tianhou roared.

A sword stabbed towards the withered palm.

As soon as this sword is drawn out, it seems to be followed by thousands of sword shadows.

"In vain."

The withered demon body said something lightly.

The palm with exposed muscles and bones directly held Ping Tianhou in the palm of his hand.

"You have a good talent, so you can become my devil-body corpse slave."

Taoist Long Gong was even more horrified when he saw this scene.

The consumption of high-quality spiritual stones drove the treasure boat forward.

"Is running fast useful?"

The withered demon body chuckled and waved the black demon robe.

The overwhelming magic robes actually shrouded the treasure boat directly.

"ah--"

Long Gong Taoist roared.

He was very unwilling.

If he had known this, he would not be so greedy.

Who knew that such a thing would be opened in the coffin.

It was simply a great fortune.

The magic robe was like a giant net of heaven and earth, trapping Long Gong Taoist.

"The dual cultivation of Dharma and body is approaching perfection, and the realm is a little low. It is barely enough to be my demon body corpse slave."

The two top Jindan people were taken down by the old demon of Huashen in less than one move.

At this time, the withered demon body looked into the distance with a sharp gaze.

"That little guy, I knew you would come back again. Now that you are here, don't leave, hehe..."

The withered demon body chased Zhang Xuan.

At this time, the witch pattern on Zhang Xuan's back flashed wildly.

He had never felt such a deadly crisis as this time.

"Is there really an old guy in the coffin?"

Zhang Xuan was shocked.

He hurriedly used the blood shield technique and the third-level six-yang god walking talisman to escape.

"Acquired Nine Thunder Sword Body, Innate Dao Mark... Little guy, you have had a lot of luck during this period. I let you grow fat outside. Now it's time to harvest you, hehe..."

The dry demon body's throat emitted a noisy and harsh sound.

Zhang Xuan felt that the terrifying existence was getting closer and closer.

Finally, he reached the periphery of the secret realm and saw the old oily head in front of him.

Zhang Xuan shouted at the old oily head: "Draw the sword!"

The old oily head was stunned, and without saying a word, the momentum of the magic sword in his hand surged.

Magic weapon.

Spirit weapon.

Magic weapon.

The magic weapon is still rising, almost reaching the level of spiritual treasure.

"Cut——"

The old oily head roared.

A sword energy that penetrated the sky slashed towards Zhang Xuan's back.

"Boom——"

The demon body was also slightly startled when he saw this sword with a rainbow-like momentum at this time: "Now it's a bit interesting."

Facing the falling sword shadow, the demon body stretched out his dry arm.

"Zizi--"

The withered demon body actually caught the old oily-headed man's sword with his bare hands.

The old oily-headed man's sword kept shaking and struggling in the withered demon body's hand.