Mortal Seeking Immortal

The tall and thin Demon Cultivator and Heisha looked at each other, and both saw the intention to retreat in each other's eyes, and their steps slowed down.

Seeing the speed of the two men slowing down, the demon cultivator, whose face was pale and blue, urged: "Let's go quickly. If we go late, I'm afraid that Mr. Qiu has finished training the six-winged flying devil."

Before Hei Sha and the other two could speak, a voice came from the poisonous mist in front: "Why don't you hurry up and come here, why are you still dawdling?"

"yes."

The pale and blue demon cultivator hurriedly responded, and he and the other two demon cultivators quickly walked into the poisonous mist, and their figures quickly disappeared without a trace.

Heisha glanced at his companion and said, "Run!"

The two of them turned around at the same time and used their body skills to escape in the direction they came from.

In the poisonous mist, the brawny man seemed to notice that the two black evil spirits were escaping, and looked at the old man with magic patterns sitting cross-legged with a smile on his face.

"Brother Qiu, the two men you brought have escaped. Do you need me to help you catch them?"

The old man with magic patterns had no expression on his face, looking straight ahead at the black shadow that was bigger than the hill: "No, they are just two ants, there is no need for you to take action."

The strong man nodded and his eyes fell on the huge mass in front of the old man with magic patterns.

I saw that the huge mass was being wrapped in a black hard shell full of blood vessels. The blood vessels on the hard shell were pulsing rapidly, and traces of evil energy floated out from the hard shell.

The strong man sighed: "You haven't mastered the six-winged flying demon centipede yet. If you lack these two ingredients, I'm afraid its power will be greatly reduced."

The old man with magic patterns glanced at the strong man: "Do you think they can escape this poisonous fog?"

As soon as the old man with magic patterns finished speaking, several figures appeared not far from them. They were the magic cultivators who had hurriedly arrived.

"Old Qiu."

The pale demon cultivator saw the old man with demon patterns for a moment, and hurriedly bowed his hands to him and the strong man.

"come over."

The old man with magic patterns looked at the demon cultivators who were coming, with a look of expectation in his eyes, and his tone was much gentler than before.

"yes."

Seeing the friendly attitude of the old man with the magic pattern, the pale-faced demon cultivator felt happy, thinking that the other party was going to give them some advice personally, so he hurriedly stepped forward and stood next to the old man with the magic pattern.

Looking at the behemoth in front of them, they felt a powerful aura leaking from the black hard shell from time to time, and the eyes of several demon cultivators showed shock.

"Congratulations to Mr. Qiu for successfully refining the six-winged flying demon centipede. With this demonic insect in hand, there is no need to worry about the immortal city being destroyed."

The pale demon cultivator said flatteringly.

The old man with magic patterns laughed when he heard this and said: "Haha, it's so good that Hechou Xianliu City can't be destroyed. You said it well, I will reward you well."

Several demon cultivators had a look of surprise in their eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Qiu, for the reward."

The old man with magic patterns raised his hand to stop a few people and said: "Don't you want to know what I am going to reward you?"

Several demon cultivators looked at each other, and the rewards were just a few kinds, elixirs, spiritual plants, magic weapons, techniques...

Before they could finish thinking, a look of madness appeared in the eyes of the old man with magic patterns: "I know what you are thinking, but what I reward you this time is not an ordinary thing, but an opportunity!"

"Opportunity?"

Several people were puzzled.

"That's right, an opportunity, an opportunity to become a strong man."

The old man with magic patterns nodded and looked at the few people with extremely eager eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiu."

There is no monk in the world who doesn't want to become stronger, so when they heard this, they felt ecstatic in their hearts.

"No need to thank me, just go over there."

The old man with magic patterns pointed at the behemoth in front of him and said to several people.