Grass Jelly Supplier

With a loud bang, the silver light shield shattered and disappeared, turning into hundreds of broken flags that fell to the ground.

Then, with three muffled "pops", the three array plates shattered at the same time.

After breaking the silver light shield, hundreds of red flying swords split into three and shot towards the young woman in red skirt, Zhao Kun and Lin Chen respectively.

Zhao Kun's face changed drastically. Although he was a physical cultivator, his physical body could not withstand the attack of spiritual weapons.

He slapped the storage bag on his waist with his palm, and a bronze lamp flew out of it. He flicked his ten fingers and hit the bronze lamp with several spells.

With a muffled "puff", the wick of the bronze lamp ignited without wind, and a green light shot out from it, turning into a thick green light curtain to protect Zhao Kun.

The young woman in red skirt raised her jade hand, and a palm-sized red shield flew out, and blocked in front of her after it rose in the wind.

Hundreds of red flying swords hit the green light curtain, and the sound of rain hitting the fence was heard, and the light of the green light curtain quickly dimmed.

The next moment, there was a scream, and the green light curtain finally couldn't hold on and disappeared. Hundreds of red flying swords pierced Zhao Kun's body. He fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.

On the other side, another scream sounded, and the red shield was also smashed. The body of the young woman in the red skirt was pierced by hundreds of flying swords and fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, Lin Chen was already two hundred feet high in the sky. Hearing two screams, he was startled and his escape speed suddenly doubled, leaving hundreds of flying swords behind.

"Huh, you still want to run at this time?" Shi Yue made a move with one hand, and hundreds of flying swords turned into a red light and flew into his sleeves. He slapped the storage bag on his waist with his palm, and a palm-sized green flying boat flew out of it and landed in front of him against the wind.

A large number of runes were engraved on the surface of the blue flying boat, vaguely forming a layer of restrictions, emitting an amazing spiritual fluctuation.

Shi Yue jumped up and jumped on it.

"Let's go."

With a "whoosh", the blue flying boat broke through the air and chased after him.

The blue flying boat has eighteen layers of restrictions, and its flying speed is not much slower than that of a top-grade flying spiritual weapon. In less than five breaths, the Qingyun Boat surpassed Lin Chen and blocked Lin Chen's way.

"Middle-grade flying spiritual weapon!" Lin Chen's face turned pale, knowing that he could not escape, and begged for mercy, "Friend Li, please spare my life, and I will be your slave in the future."

"Friend Song is your long-time friend. You killed your long-time friend for some spiritual stones. I dare not keep you." Shi Yue's face turned cold, and he shook his sleeves. Eighteen Lihuo swords flew out and quickly condensed into a huge red sword. With an amazing momentum, he slashed towards Lin Chen.

"No..."

As expected, the shield on Lin Chen's body was like paper, and it broke with a poke. The red giant sword pierced Lin Chen's body, and his body fell from the sky.

Shi Yue made a move with one hand, and the red giant sword turned into eighteen flying swords and flew back into his sleeves. He made a gesture with one hand, and the Qingyun Boat flew towards the ground.

After picking up the storage bag on Lin Chen's body, the Qingyun Boat soared into the sky and landed outside the valley. The bodies of Song Meng and the other two were still there, and their belongings were not lost.

Shi Yue walked up to Song Meng, glanced at him with a pitying look, and whispered, "If there is an afterlife, open your eyes and don't make friends like this."

"Hmph, Shi boy, this kind of thing is not uncommon in the world of immortal cultivation. Not to mention friends who have known each other for many years, as long as the benefits are big enough, some people will not let go of even the people next to them. Some people will even sell out their closest relatives in pursuit of power."

"What do these people want in immortal cultivation? Pure power?" Shi Yue frowned.

"How should I know? The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. Everyone has different ways of pursuing power. I found that you don't seem to be interested in anything other than spirit stones."

"Spirit stones give me a sense of security. Otherwise, what can I use to cultivate? I won't say anymore. I have to go back to deliver the goods! Qin Shuang from Ziyanmen is coming to pick up the goods."

Shi Yue searched the three bodies for their belongings, threw a few fireballs to burn the bodies, jumped onto the Qingyun Boat, and flew away.

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A purple shuttle several meters long flew across the sky above a continuous mountain range at the border of Northern Yan and the Tang Dynasty, with more than a dozen cultivators standing on it.

If you look closely, you can see that a ball of purple flame is embroidered on the clothes of these people. These people are disciples of the Purple Flame Sect, a sect of immortal cultivation in Northern Yan.

Standing in the front is a middle-aged Taoist nun with a pretty face and fair skin.

"Qin Shuang, when you booked the spiritual medicine at Xiancao Pavilion before, why didn't you pass on the news that Xiancao Pavilion could book the thousand-year spiritual medicine?" The middle-aged Taoist nun's tone was very flat, and people couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry.

"Uncle Liu, please allow me to report. I thought Li Mubai was just hanging a sign for gimmicks, but I didn't expect Xiancao Pavilion to really have this strength." A beautiful woman in a blue skirt had a tense expression on her face and hurriedly explained.

"No matter what, this is your fault. If you had reported this news earlier, our Ziyan Sect would not have reacted so late. If you could reserve a few thousand-year-old spiritual medicines from Xiancao Pavilion, you would be forgiven. If the thousand-year-old spiritual medicines in Xiancao Pavilion are all reserved, your sin is not light." The middle-aged Taoist nun said coldly.

Qin Shuang's face tightened, and she smiled bitterly in her heart. She never thought that Xiancao Pavilion had such great strength.

After she returned to Ziyan Sect last time, she practiced in seclusion. When she came out of seclusion, she heard the news that Li Mubai had abolished a Jindan stage cultivator, and major forces rushed to reserve spiritual medicines.

An elder of Ziyan Sect learned the news and immediately took a group of disciples to Sanxin Market. According to the speculation of the senior leaders of Ziyan Sect, Xiancao Pavilion must not have many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, and the quantity was limited, so they sent an elder of Jindan stage to lead the team to Sanxin Market, hoping to reserve a few thousand-year-old spiritual medicines.

Not long after, a towering city appeared in front of Qin Shuang and others, and at the same time, the shuttle under their feet seemed to lose control and slowly fell to the ground.

In response, the middle-aged Taoist nun did not change her expression, and Qin Shuang and others looked normal. This obviously triggered the no-fly ban in the market.

"Qin Shuang, you lead the way in front, and go faster." After landing, the middle-aged Taoist nun put away the shuttle and gave an order.

Qin Shuang responded and walked quickly towards the entrance of the market.

After a cup of tea, Qin Shuang arrived at the door of the Immortal Grass Pavilion.

At this time, more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators gathered at the door of the Immortal Grass Pavilion. From time to time, someone took out a sound transmission talisman, whispered a few words, and threw it into the Immortal Grass Pavilion.

Looking at the dress of these cultivators, there are children of immortal cultivation families, disciples of immortal cultivation sects, and even the figures of casual cultivators.

"Is the business of Xiancao Pavilion so hot?" The middle-aged Taoist nun thought to herself, and asked Qin Shuang: "Qin Shuang, what's going on?"

(Today is New Year's Eve, I wish all Taoist friends a happy family and a prosperous Year of the Pig!)