Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 153: The Dying Man

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"Three thousand spirit stones?" Jiang Li, who was dumbfounded, almost jumped up when he heard Lin Fei's words: "How come there are three thousand spirit stones?"

"Well, only three thousand spirit stones." Lin Fei didn't say much to Jiang Li, just picked up the second sword and put it into the big formation again.

"No, Uncle Lin..." Jiang Li turned around Lin Fei anxiously: "Look, even I know this sword is definitely a good sword, even if there are only nine prohibitions, it is not random. You can buy anything you like, Uncle Lin, will the Three Thousand Spirit Stones be a bit cheaper?"

"You will know later..."

Lin Fei shook his head and said nothing more.

Jiang Li waited for a long time, but before Lin Fei changed his mind, he went out with his sword in his arms...

Then Jiang Li knew that he was thinking too much...

It was noon when Jiang Li went out, but until the evening, Jiang Li still stood in the cold wind: "Brother, look at this sword, three thousand spirit stones, only three thousand spirits. You can take away the stone without blowing it. It is as powerful as the evil dragon of the Lishan Sword Sect..."

"Neuropathy!"

"Get out of here!"

"Nine articles prohibit the sale of three thousand spiritual stones, and they are as powerful as the Nielong of the Lishan Sword Sect. Damn, the urban management disciple of the Three Martial Sects, why don't they come out to take care of it?"

No one believes at all...

Nine restrictions are just as good as the level of a magic weapon. In the Louvre world, you might be able to deceive mortals, but where is this place? This is the death knell world. Just pulling one out is also nourishing the soul of life. For the monks, the magical tools are not worthy of use without the Yang Talisman, let alone the nine prohibitions?

I also said that the power is comparable to the evil dragon of the Lishan Sword Sect...

What is Nielong?

One of the mountain treasures of the Lishan Sword Sect, a perfect magic weapon with 36 natural prohibitions. After the 300-year sacrifice of that sword sage Wu, I am afraid that the second Tiangang prohibition is about to be refined. At that time, he became one of the most famous swords in the North. What can you compare with others with nine prohibited magical weapons?

By the way, I don’t know what method was used. I actually got such a strong ferocity on a nine-barred sword. Now the tricks of a liar are really deep!

From noon to evening, batch after batch of monks pointed to Jiang Li. Some of them had a sense of justice. They even tried to call in the city management disciples of the three major sects, which caused Jiang Li to be angry. , Kept scolding these people for not knowing the goods...

The sky is getting darker, Jiang Li is holding the sword, standing alone on the street, his heart decides to himself, wait a quarter of an hour, if no one comes, he will go home with the sword...

However, just after a quarter of an hour, someone came again.

This time, it was a young monk in his twenties who seemed to have something to worry about. His brows were furrowed and his face was gloomy. It was normal, Jiang Li would not greet him. After all, he was worried. Most of the people have bad tempers, so don't get greeted by the business and get grief.

But this time Jiang Li was also anxious to go back.

It doesn't matter if you have any concerns, when you see this person coming, you shouted from a distance: "Brother, buy a sword!"

"Huh?"

Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing. He was already a dying person, and some people wanted to sell the sword to him, no matter what, he was going to die anyway, and he couldn't take away the spiritual stone on his body. It's better to do something good before you die, just to help this young man. It's not easy to sell swords here at this late hour.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuan stopped in front of Jiang Li and looked at the sword in his arms.

"How many spirit stones?"

"Three Thousand Spirit Stones."

"..." When Wang Yuan heard this, he immediately wanted to turn around and leave. What a joke, he wanted to do something good before he died, but he was taken as a fool. The sword knew that there were no more than nine at most. The prohibition is placed in the sword-making workshop in Wanghai City. I am afraid that even one hundred spirit stones will not be sold. This young man actually opened his mouth to have three thousand spirit stones.

It’s just that Wang Yuan has just taken two steps, but he doesn’t know what’s going on. He remembers that in the past few decades, he has worked hard for the sect as walking on thin ice. For decades, he has never slackened for a while, carefully operating the Baihe School in the death knell. This foundation, but what happens in the end? Isn't it a catastrophic disaster, and the foundation that has been carefully managed for decades will disappear overnight?

Three days ago, a Great Demon of Five Tribulations broke into the gate of the Baihe School. It did not eat or hurt people. It just set up a large formation to send more than 100 people to Baihe to sacrifice the blood to this large formation. Used to awaken a sleeping Demon King, I saw that the legacy of the Baihe faction in the death knell realm was annihilated by the entire army. Only Wang Yuan, an elder, was in Wanghai City that day, and this was spared...

Under the three major sects of Wuhai, there are hundreds of small sects, many of which are not even as good as the Lingding sect that Lin Fei has contacted. Baihe sect is one of them. This kind of sect is in Wuhai. There are simply too many feathers, and sometimes several of these little cliques can be wiped out overnight.

In places like the death knell world, this little sect is like an ant. Either it is torn apart by monsters and ghosts, or crushed by a big sect, no one cares about their fate.

But for Wang Yuan like this...

For those who have dedicated decades to the sect, this ant-like sect is all they have.

Wang Yuan hurried back to the mountain gate without even thinking about it.

Wang Yuan knew that he would definitely die when he went back, and he would not even be able to save anyone. For the Baihe faction, the Five Tribulations Great Demon is almost invincible...

But where can I go without going back?

Is it possible to escape back to the Louvre world?

Then tell the others, I’m so sorry, the people I brought were accidentally sacrificed by a Five-Kata Demon Blood Sacrifice, saying that they were going to wake up a sleeping Demon King. I think I might not belong to it. Opponents, so flee first to avoid the limelight?

Wang Yuan feels he can’t say these words...

Forget it, three thousand spirit stones should be three thousand spirit stones, be careful for a lifetime, guard against this and that, in the end, isn't disaster coming from the sky?

"There are probably three or four thousand spiritual stones in this, let me give you all." Thinking of this, Wang Yuan took out a Qiankun bag from his arms. The Qiankun bag looked a bit worn out, and it must have taken a long time. , What is inside is the spirit stone that Wang Yuan has survived in the death knell world for decades.

If it were normal, even if he took out a few spirit stones from it, Wang Yuan would be careful most of them several times, but today, Wang Yuan handed the Universe Bag to Jiang Li without even looking at it... …