Thinking of this, the smooth businessman's smile on Wan Fusheng's face instantly filled his cheeks.
"Your Majesty, that's a good trick. These things are indeed very valuable. I need to inspect them carefully. Please sit down for a moment, and I will send someone to the warehouse to get tea."
Wan Fusheng While promising, the right hand hidden under the sleeve of the wide red robe has quietly pinched out a very secret Method Formula.
Buzz.
A faint ripple of Law Power rippled on the floor.
On the black gold stone walls surrounding the stone chamber, several hidden talisman bricks lit up slightly, and a soundproof barrier - "Stillwave Formation" - specially designed to guard against powerful enemies and block the sound transmission of all talismans, had been quietly activated.
A thick invisible barrier completely isolates this stone chamber from the outside world.
Wan Fusheng was calm in his heart, looking at Su Yueli, it was like looking at a dead person lying in a coffin.
However, he had no idea what kind of monster this "mundane mortal" he called before him was.
Su Yueli stood there, watching Wan Fusheng's small movements under the cuffs with cold eyes, without any disturbance in his heart, and even found it a little funny.
Her Early Heaven-Shaking Realm merits are now complete, and her five pure physical senses are even more terrifying than those of ordinary Ninth Realm monks.
In her eyes, the Wan Fusheng Law Power fluctuations that she thought were secret were no different from the red lanterns in the night sky.
"These immortal cultivators' abacuses are so damn good that they are almost jumping on my face." Su Yueli sneered in his heart.
She didn't even mean to interrupt the opponent's formation, she just watched quietly as he closed the barrier completely.
The moment the barrier closed, the smile on Wan Fusheng's face disappeared completely.
He slowly stood up from the mahogany chair, and a tyrannical pressure unique to the early Eighth Realm monks exploded, causing the air in the stone room to twist.
"Junior, I see that it is difficult for you to practice cultivation, so I will give you a chance today."
Wan Fusheng looked down at Su Yueli, his tone full of coldness and charity:
"Leave these things behind. I will let you live and go back to your mortal world. Otherwise, today's Treasure Gathering Pavilion will be your burial place!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and a Eighth Realm Flying Sword emitting azure water light condensed out of thin air, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Su Yueli's throat.
"So much nonsense."
Su Yueli tilted his head and spit out only four words.
She didn't even move the Emperor Tier Fist Blade Little Black wrapped between her finger bones. She just lightly ground her right foot on the ground.
Click.
The Bluestone floor beneath his feet instantly cracked, and Su Yueli's figure disappeared into thin air from Wan Fusheng's sight.
"So fast! What speed is this?!"
Wan Fusheng's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
He almost instinctively moved his whole body Law Power, and propped up an extremely solid blue body-protecting spiritual light.
The next moment, Su Yueli's face covered with a white carved mask was already in front of him.
A very simple straight punch hit his chest.
There was no Spiritual Power fluctuation in this punch, only the purest and most extreme physical brute force.
Bang--!
The fist cut through the void, creating a harsh white airflow channel in mid-air.
The physical wind pressure caused by the terrifying Qi and Blood squeeze, before the fist could really fall, it shattered the Eighth Realm body-protecting spiritual light that Wan Fusheng was proud of in an extremely brutal manner.
"No--!"
Wan Fusheng screamed, and the contempt in his eyes completely turned into despair.
Poof!
The dull sound of flesh penetration sounded.
Su Yueli's white and slender fist was like a red-hot iron poking into tofu, smashing through the entire chest of Wan Fusheng, Eighth Realm's overhaul.
The violent punch exploded instantly inside his body, shattering his internal organs and spine into pieces of flesh.
Violent blood mist spurted out from behind Wan Fusheng, instantly dyeing the precious mahogany counter and white jade stone wall behind it scarlet red.
Wan Fusheng's eyes protruded and he clutched Su Yueli's arm. Before the Nascent Soul in his body could escape, it was melted into nothingness by the golden Ultimate Dao Blood Qi flowing on Su Yueli's arm.
"When you reincarnate in your next life, don't think too much about being a martial artist."
Su Yueli withdrew his right hand and shook off the blood on his hand.
Poof.
Wan Fusheng The mutilated corpse was limp and limp in a pool of blood, dying with eyes closed.
The soundproof barrier in the main hall was still operating, and the low-level monks outside didn't even know that their usually aloof master had been killed with a punch within a few seconds.
Su Yueli strode forward, flicked his long sleeves, and put away all the storage rings on the counter.
Then, she clasped her hands together, and the golden Ultimate Dao Blood Qi inside her body shook slightly.
A wisp of violent Ultimate Dao Bloodfire landed on Wan Fusheng's body along her fingertips, and a harsh sizzling sound sounded. In just three breaths, the Eighth Realm Pavilion Master completely vaporized in the stone chamber and turned into black ash on the ground.
Su Yueli Blow it gently, and the ashes will disappear with the wind.
Physical mastery, professional Yang Hui.
After doing all this, Su Yueli stepped forward unhurriedly and kicked away the thick black gold door in the stone room.
Boom!
The loud noise shook the entire Treasure Gathering Pavilion.
The door flew more than ten feet away and hit the counter in the hall outside, causing gravel to fly.
The two Great Li sect Seventh Realm monks who were guarding the door were startled. Just as they were about to curse, a golden-red afterimage appeared in front of them as if teleporting.
Snap! Snap!
Two crisp slaps were extremely harsh in the silent hall.
The two Seventh Realm monks didn't even have time to react. They were whipped by the huge force and spun around wildly in mid-air for several times before hitting the stone pillar heavily.
Their jaws and teeth were shattered in an instant, their bones were broken in many places, and they collapsed completely on the ground into a pile of mud.
Su Yueli walked over expressionlessly, looked down at the two monks with frightened faces, took out two large sacks from his long sleeves and threw them in their faces.
"Take me to the warehouse."
Su Yueli's voice is cold, without any warmth:
"Give me all the 'Earthheart Marrow', 'Scarletblood Heavenly Star Grass', 'Nine-Leaf Azure Yang Lingzhi' and other Martial Dao old bone-hardening medicines in the warehouse."
"When settling the accounts, I'll use the Xianjia Law Treasure from the dozen storage rings I just put in. If these two sacks can't be filled..."
Su Yueli's right foot paused slightly.
Click.
She instantly left a two-inch-deep footprint on the fine steel slab beneath her feet.
"You two, just stay and be buried with your Pavilion Master."
The two Seventh Realm monks who were paralyzed on the ground were trembling with fear. How could they dare to say no? They endured the severe pain that shattered their whole bodies, crawled on the ground with their hands, and rolled and rolled to open Treasure Gathering Pavilion's underground warehouse.
A quarter of an hour later.
As the night got darker, the patrolling city guards of Blackstone City finally noticed the anomaly of Spiritual Power in the direction of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, and began to encircle them.
However, before a large number of immortal guards could rush into the door, a golden-red afterimage of Martial Dao had already jumped out from the rear window of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion.
Su Yueli installed Storage Bag, and his figure flashed, completely disappearing into the Blackstone City cold night.