As time passed, Nagarjuna's body increased by about two inches, almost as tall as Ye Ting. Her figure became full and slender, no longer had the aura of the demon clan. Not to mention Ye Ting, even when she came to the Void Realm to watch, she could not notice any abnormality.

A sea of ​​dan appeared in her body and under her lower abdomen. A golden pill in the middle swayed endlessly, with a sharp metallic aura.

Anyway, it was just a short disguise. After becoming the Demon King, she could disperse the Dan Sea. Nagarjuna was quite satisfied. This change made her no longer afraid of Buddhism.

In the sea of ​​elixirs, densely packed divine nests float, each of which is extremely bright, like a star.

The divine nest that can truly cultivate demon gods has grown to thirteen, but the other divine nests are used to store demonic energy. After the transformation of the Dan Sea, people will not notice the strangeness of the breath.

After Nagarjuna finished the inspection, she fell asleep directly in the space of the Sword Pi ring and set the change.

Her dream bubble woke up at the same time, jumped out of the space of the sword pier ring, and went to find Ye Ting and Xiao Bai with a smile. Sure enough, Ye Ting and Xiao Bai had already entered a continent at this time.

Following Ye Ting's breath, Nagarjuna soon found two people in a small town.

"Young Master! Youth!" Nagarjuna shouted loudly, fearing that Ye Ting would not recognize her. Ye Ting had already discovered Nagarjuna through the cause and effect line. He raised his hand and signaled Nagarjuna to silence.

Nagarjuna quickly followed and found that the town was quite deposited and every household was locked.

"Young Master, where is this?" Nagarjuna asked in a low voice.

"Zhenwu Prefecture, there is no control of the sect now. I heard that the Heavenly Demon has emerged."

This Zhenwu Prefecture is a martial arts continent. All monks pursue the pursuit of martial arts into the Tao. This is a mortal town. It was originally controlled by a small sect, but now it is a group of casual cultivators protecting it.

The town is very dilapidated and blood is coagulated on the streets.

A hundred feet ahead. There is a tall building next to the road, with a plaque hanging on the main entrance. Four large characters are written in Rongsheng Martial Arts Hall.

Nagarjuna also noticed that there were more than a dozen powerful humans in this martial arts hall.

Ye Ting stepped forward and slapped the door. Soon the door opened. A thin monk took a step back and stared at Ye Ting nervously and said, "What's the matter?"

The aura that Ye Ting and others showed was not strong, but they could barely reach the level of Killing Dan. His voice was so nervous that he shook a little.

"The monk passing by. I want to ask what happened here."

"You are not from Zhenwu Prefecture?" The monk's eyes lit up and then dimmed. If he were not from Zhenwu Prefecture, he would probably leave soon and would not have wade into the muddy waters in Zhenwu Prefecture.

"We are not from the same sect, we came out to practice together." Ye Ting said casually.

"Bai Shi, please come in." A dim voice sounded in the hall far away. This person was a cultivator in the infant realm, and his aura was dark and unclear. Ye Ting estimated that this person was very strong. Otherwise, he would directly use his spiritual sense to sense the specific level.

The monk named Bai Shi brought Ye Ting and three into the living room. There were six people in the living room, two in the main seat and four in the guest seat.

After Ye Ting came in, he glanced at the talking cultivator of the Infant Realm. This person was rare. Ye Ting estimated that if he had no equipment, he would definitely not be a match for this person.

This person is calm and tall. Ye Ting saluted him, but he stood up and returned the gift to Ye Ting.

Ye Ting didn't even dare. The four guests were so angry that when they came, this guy was tall and didn't move his butt half an inch. Do you think there were two beautiful female cultivators?

"My name is Chu Yifan. Originally, Buddhist monks abandoned Buddhism and practiced martial arts and joined the Shenquan Sect. Now that the Shenquan Sect is full of elegance, I have become a casual cultivator and dare not accept your tribute."

Ye Ting understood that Chu Yifan was polite and embarrassed. He introduced himself: "Ye Ting was born in the Dragon City and was walking outside and experienced. This is Xiao Bai, who was born in the Yuejian Sect, and this is a cultivator from the Tianci Sect, a cultivator from the Colorful Cloth of Dragons and a Tianci Sect."

"It turns out that they are all disciples of the sect. Chu asked for something, and I hope that fellow Daoist Ye will not refuse."

"Please say it."

"The Divine Fist Sect was destroyed by a group of monsters. The entire Zhenwu Prefecture was full of monsters. Cultivators could avoid mortals. These monsters were in chaos everywhere. Most of the people from more than a dozen countries were killed. I lost my sect and didn't want to leave Zhenwu Prefecture. I stopped by passing here a month ago. Because I heard that a demon army was going to Baiyu Kingdom. By passing here, I stayed and planned to defend here to the death. Even if I could not stop the demon army, I would still cause some damage to them."

"You want me to help you guard this town?"

"How dare I force it? I just want to ask, fellow Taoist, what equipment is there to sell me, and I want as much as the elixir."

"Can you afford to pay?" Ye Ting asked back.

"If I die in battle, my soul will belong to fellow Taoists." Chu Yifan said.

His words were not false at all. Ye Ting was solemn and respectful. He just stayed here and made a promise, but he refused. So Ye Ting said, "This way, I can stay. If the demon army is too strong, I will not fight to the end. I will leave at the last moment. As for things like elixirs and equipment, I do have a lot of them on me. I will sell them to you at half price. I don't want your soul."

"The three of them don't look good, and it doesn't help staying." Among the other four guests, a short and strong man said coldly.

"Scattered cultivator?" Ye Ting turned around and stared at the man. The monk had more than four tribulations of the golden elixir, and his face looked quite vicissitudes.

"Do you look down on the casual cultivator?" The monk's voice was hard and cold.

Ye Ting nodded and said, "I look down on you."

The casual cultivator suddenly stood up, Ye Ting looked at him and said, "You care if others look down on you like this, what's the point of living?"

The wandering cultivator was speechless and didn't know how to refute. He was not an ordinary hooligan, and he couldn't do anything to roll around. Ye Ting's words made too reasonable. Why should I look down on you?

"When you meet a strong sect, of course you dare not be so arrogant, because I am fewer than you and have a lower level than you, so you burst out. You are inferior to you, not conceit. If you really want to compete with me..."

"how?"

"Look at which of us killed more monsters, how about it?"

"Where is the bet!" San couldn't modify his habits, so he asked about the bet casually.

Ye Ting smiled. There was a white jade bottle in his hand.

"Did you see that there is a burning pill here? It doesn't need to say that it can repair soul damage and restore true energy. There are all effects in the infant realm."

The casual cultivator was silent because he could not make bets of similar value.

Ye Ting's expression seemed to understand something. He put away the jade bottle, took out another golden talisman, and said, "The equality talisman can copy the enemy's attack and reflect it back, and it will have an effect in the infant realm."

The cultivator shook his head, and Ye Ting changed more than a dozen things in a row. The cultivator said with shame, "I lost, there is no need to compete."

Even if Ye Ting is not as good as his level, he will definitely be faster than him if he kills monsters with so many auxiliary items on his body, and his combat power will be longer than him.

He is a martial arts practitioner. Even if he has the bad habits of a casual cultivator, his temperament is consistent with his martial arts and is more direct.

Chu Yifan's eyes lit up, and he could see that Ye Ting was quite rich and didn't lack money. If he was willing to stay, he would not need to buy many things by himself, and Ye Ting would use them during the battle.

The remaining three guests were convinced. Ye Ting took out these things and explained one thing: he was from a large sect and was also a core disciple.

Chu Yifan greeted Ye Ting again and asked Ye Ting to go to the small living room behind to meet his fellow brothers. A total of thirteen monks, all from the Shenquan Sect, four of which were in the infant realm and nine of the Killing Pill realm.

The people from the Shenquan Sect were quite polite to Ye Ting and the other two, and still did not mean to let them stick to the town. They just hoped to buy items from Ye Ting and ask Ye Ting to take advantage of it.

Ye Ting looked at these disciples of the Shenquan Sect and felt emotional. Without the sect, these monks became a little unconfident, but they all insisted on something.

Seeing that Ye Ting didn't speak, the person in the small living room slowly calmed down. Everyone was looking at Ye Ting, no one showed any indignation, let alone the intention of blame.

Zhenwu Prefecture is their responsibility, not the outsiders.

"Zhenwu..." Ye Ting said these two words for a long time, "I heard that there was a martial arts practitioner who was known as Zhenwu who advanced to the virtual realm and was killed by outside cultivators. It's this one."

Before the disciples of the Shenquan Sect got angry, Ye Ting said, "I admire him very much. You are worthy of being descendants of Zhenwu."

Everyone was still silent. The True Martial Fist God is the pain point of the Divine Fist Sect.

"I won't defend this town, but I will try my best to kill more monsters. This time... I won't charge any money. Of course, things will not satisfy you."

Ye Ting said, starting to transport things out from his Taixu Divine Mirror.

In addition to his own equipment, there are many pieces, many of which are experimental subjects. Yuwen Xuan is good at refining weapons, and practicing during the refining process was originally what Ye Ting was used to.

"These are spiritual liquids, and of course the effect is not as good as elixirs, but I have a lot of them on hand. You can adjust them according to your needs and drink them in large quantities during battles. However, remember to blend clean water, otherwise the monks with low realm will not be able to bear it."

Chu Yifan almost burst into tears when he looked at the dozens of huge jars. The spiritual liquid recovered its true qi slowly, but the number was too large. But he couldn't afford these dozens of huge jars.

The Shenquan Sect is rich, but it is gone. They are like dogs from the wreckage family. No matter how much they carry, they are not as huge as the sect warehouse. Each person has three space equipment, which has been consumed in recent years.

"These are twenty equal talismans. All of them are here. You can find a way to distribute them yourself. I suggest that you use them for the infant realm monks to exert their maximum power. This is the five elements powder, so it is really worthless. A box is enough to distribute to all the monks in the town. You should know the Five Elements Taoism, right?"

"Of course, the five elements of the Divine Fist Sect are also famous."
Chapter completed!