I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 377: They are all numbered!

As expected of a demon cultivator, as soon as he said this, he could clearly feel the restlessness of the monks present.

It seems that this demon cultivator is a master at deceiving people's hearts no matter whether he is alive or dead.

It's just that it's really not easy to make it like this now.

Looking up at Hao Yiyun, who seemed not to be affected by the poisonous gas of the devil prison, he was about to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Hao Yiyun, who noticed Minran's little gesture, couldn't help but look back at her.

Hao Yiyun couldn't help frowning when he noticed the increasingly pale expression on Minran's face.

Actually, he was close to Minran at first, just because the luck color above Minran's head was the strangest. It's not that it's particularly good or bad, it just looks very...

How do you say it?

Very ordinary.

It is the kind that is almost forgotten after seeing it at a glance.

However, it was such an ordinary female cultivator who gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Hao Yiyun can be sure that he has never seen Zhuang Minran before. But the odd familiarity intrigued him.

Moreover, since meeting Zhuang Minran, Hao Yiyun has always felt that the strange luck in his body is ready to move.

He has always wanted to know if there is any connection between himself and Zhuang Minran, or if there is something he doesn't know about...

A bright light flashed in Hao Yiyun's eyes, Hao Yiyun didn't care at all about the bad consequences this might bring to him, anyway, even if he has such a powerful luck and can see the popularity of others The ability of luck, or the Xuan family who is trapped in the 18th Peak of Lianyuan, what does it matter if it is a little crazy?

He hates being trapped by others the most in his life, if only he could take the opportunity to turn the Xuan family upside down!

At this time, the demon cultivator couldn't hold back for a long time without getting a response.

Having been trapped for eight hundred years, he could not sleep peacefully every day. He was a lunatic before his death, and he would only become crazier during the eight hundred years of being trapped. It's just that no one has talked to him for so many years, and he can't control the urge to tell others.

Like now.

"The Devil's Prison Burning Intestines starts from the attack, and after an hour of torture, you will die. In addition to the feeling of powerlessness you feel now, you will also feel severe pain all over your body, especially the belly dantian. That's because your Jindan Nascent Soul and internal organs are slowly rotting!"

"Hahahaha——"

"I think you can understand what it's like to watch yourself rot a little bit!"

Seeing that all the cultivators ignored him, Moxiu didn't care, and continued to chatter.

"Actually, you could have survived. If you could be more careful..."

Hearing this, even though they knew that the demon cultivator hadn't reciprocated any kindness, the cultivators couldn't help but look at each other.

Seeing those righteous monks looking at him, the demon cultivator smiled sinisterly as if he had succeeded in a trick.

"On the passage to this cave, I used my sarcophagus powder to wrap the mud of Hell and Sea and threw it there. Of course, it is a very inconspicuous little thing, I think, you will not pay attention Go to that thing? Hahaha—Karma!"

When he saw the black mud hesitantly took out from the storage bag, Moxiu's wild laughter stopped abruptly!

"What, what?"

Why is the soil clod in that nun's hand so familiar? !

Why is it so like...

"Ouch!"

Seeing Moxiu's unusual behavior, Hao Yiyun rolled his eyes, and immediately understood, and opened his mouth pretending to be surprised.

"Isn't this the sarcophagus powder you mentioned and the ten-thousand-year mud in the sea of ​​hell?"

Moxiu was speechless, especially when he saw the excited expressions of other people, it was as if he had eaten dog shit, so hard to swallow and choked!

"It's nothing."

Pretending to be calm, Moxiu wanted to save a little face.

"Even if you have these two things, you don't even have the soil at the root of the smallpox and the snow on the top of the polar iceberg! These two things are useless when viewed separately. Let's see who of you has more!"

As soon as these arrogant words came out, the hope that everyone had just ignited suddenly disappeared.

The successive blows coupled with the physical pain made the cultivators feel unspeakably exhausted. If this continues, their spirits will definitely be frustrated!

It's okay for others, but after seeing Zhu Mi's uncomfortable expressions, she pretended to be nervous and opened her mouth.

"Soil from the roots of smallpox..."

Hearing her speak, Zhu Mi quickly looked at Minran, she remembered that Minran liked to collect those messy things, maybe she really cleaned them up?

Moxiu took a glance at it, and had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still insisted on opening his mouth.

"Smallpox only grows in the small world of Liantian, and the growing conditions are extremely harsh. How could you have..."

When the female cultivator hesitantly took out a handful of smallpox root soil from the storage bag, the demon cultivator almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!

What's going on? Could it be that at such a young age, this female cultivator has already been to such a remote place as the Liantian Small World?

"Ah! Fellow Taoist, you actually have this?"

Hearing Hao Yiyun's joyful tone without knowing the truth, the corners of his mouth twitched. She just took out a large amount of soil from the roots of smallpox from the No. 564 storage bag. At the same time, she was also thankful that the smallpox could moisten her throat and improve her eyesight. She wondered if it could be planted, but she did not expect It came in handy!

"You, you..."

The tormenting scene that Moxiu had fantasized about for eight hundred years was broken by a little girl just like that! Suddenly trembling with anger!

But he reacted the next moment, with a hasty and arrogant tone!

"But you don't have the snow on the top of the polar iceberg! It's still not good!"

"This..."

Falling into deep thought, Moxiu breathed a sigh of relief. Be arrogant again.

"I knew you didn't! Ha~IndoMTL.com~haha..."

It's just that the smile this time, for some reason, has a guilty conscience. Of course, maybe it was because he was a little afraid of repeating the mistakes of the previous two rounds.

"Miran, don't you have one?"

Zhu Mi vomited a mouthful of blood, but she swallowed it forcefully, not wanting to worry Minran and the others.

This time, everyone's expectant eyes are aimed at Huanran. In this case, there is a chance of survival, and the hope of all the cultivators has reached its peak. Of course, if there is none, I'm afraid they will be devastated.

At this moment, not only the cultivators looked nervously at Mingran, but even the culprit Moxiu was also staring at her closely. He wanted to see if this nun really had the last thing!

After pondering for a while, he opened the storage bags with some hesitation, and took them out one by one. Soon, there were storage bags full of storage bags in front of him. Roughly, there were at least a few hundred of them!

And there are black numbers on each of them, and they are all numbered!