Fifth Three Lives Post Station Outside the door.
The treasure chest that was carried forward slowly opened.
Buzz!
A rich treasure light suddenly rushed out.
Many monks around him subconsciously narrowed their eyes.
There are more than a dozen pieces of Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Crystal neatly arranged in the box.
Each piece is the size of a millstone.
There are three well-stored cold attribute Spirit Medicine on top.
Spirit Medicine leaves are light silver in color.
There is a faint innate aura flowing through the roots.
A knowledgeable casual cultivator only takes one look.
Breathing became rapid.
"Ice-Soul Dark Ganoderma!"
"This thing is useful for Golden Immortal who practices ice and water avenues!"
The monk next to him couldn't help but take a step forward.
"Are you really willing to take it out?"
"Redscale Clan used to occupy several swamps in Northern Region, so our family background is already strong."
"But this kind of thing is given to Three Lives Post Station..."
The crowd was talking more and more.
The red-scaled old man didn't pay attention.
He looked at Post Station Keeper and his voice was quite polite.
"These things are a little tribute from our clan to Abyss."
"There are a few Acquired Spirit Treasure and some Artifact-Refining Materials in the back."
"There are a lot of people in our clan, and there are many young children. We really can't afford to wait outside for too long."
"Can you let us in first?"
Post Station Keeper glanced at the treasure chest.
Then he looked at the Redscale Clan team.
There are more than two thousand people.
There are indeed many elderly and young children among them.
The situation is not particularly serious.
At least most of them had no obvious injuries.
Post Station Keeper said, "Queue Causality Illumination first."
The red-scaled old man frowned slightly.
"Aren't these enough?"
Post Station Keeper shook his head.
"Location cannot be purchased."
The red-scaled old man's expression was obviously stagnant.
The surrounding crowd also fell silent.
A casual cultivator almost thought he heard wrongly.
"Can't buy it?"
The people next to me lowered their voices.
"So many Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Crystal."
"I see I also brought Acquired Spirit Treasure!"
Post Station Keeper still looks calm.
"If you are willing to donate something to Three Lives Post Station, you can give it to me."
"It's better to queue up or follow the queue."
Redscale Clan The faces of several young people suddenly looked unhappy.
One of them couldn't help but said, "My clan is willing to donate so many things, but we just want to be settled first, and we don't ask for any special treatment. Isn't this okay?"
Post Station Keeper raised his hand and pointed to the team behind.
"The people behind are also waiting."
"You go in first."
"What do they do?"
Young Redscale Clan monk was speechless for a moment.
The other person next to me was still a little dissatisfied.
"But they didn't take any treasures either."
As soon as these words were spoken.
The atmosphere nearby changed slightly.
Many members of the minority group who were queuing up had ugly expressions on their faces.
Post Station Keeper is not angry at all.
Just looking at that Redscale Clan monk.
"Come to Three Lives Post Station for refuge."
"Look at cause and effect."
"It doesn't matter how much stuff you bring."
"I really want to hurry up, Bureau of Cause and Effect is sending extra manpower ahead."
"Everyone is the same."
Redscale Clan The young monk's mouth moved.
I want to say it again.
The old man had raised his hand to stop him.
"That's enough."
The young monk could only shut up.
The red-scaled old man looked at the treasure box.
A moment of silence.
Finally, close the lid yourself.
"Take it back."
The two tribesmen had complicated expressions.
I carried the box back again.
Many people around saw this scene.
His eyes completely changed.
A Water Clan little monk whispered, "You really don't want it?"
The elders around him were also shocked.
"Do you think Three Lives Post Station lacks these things?"
"What is Mysterious Abyss Emperor's identity?"
"Abyss If he really wanted to sell his position in exchange for spiritual materials, he would have gone into chaos a long time ago."
The other monk next to him nodded repeatedly.
"Same."
"Now whoever has more resources will jump in line."
"What about those small tribes who escaped with only one life left?"
Redscale Clan The old man obviously heard it too.
Although his face is not pretty.
But it didn't happen.
He has lived for so many years.
I soon figured out the reason behind it.
Really let the resources determine the order.
You can get Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Crystal by yourself today.
Tomorrow another rich family can get Innate Spirit Medicine.
There will be another Great Luo the day after tomorrow, and I will buy a Innate Spiritual Treasure directly.
Those ethnic groups that are truly weak and truly desperate.
You will always be at the back of the queue.
The red-scaled old man exhaled softly.
"Let's get in line."
The young people in the clan were surprised and said, "Ancestor?"
The red-scaled old man said in a deep voice, "Since you are here, you must abide by the rules here."
"Don't cause any trouble."
Everyone could only nod.
Redscale Clan moved to the back of the queue.
It didn't take long.
There was another chaotic sound in the distance.
"Give way!"
"There's a kid here who's passed out!"
"Where's the doctor?"
A small clan with only more than 300 people staggered over.
Their situation is much worse than Redscale Clan.
There are almost no decent magic weapons on his body.
Many people's clothes were burned to pieces by Solar True Fire.
The few young people at the front were carrying the elderly and young children on their backs.
One child was completely unconscious.
Chapped lips.
The breath is extremely weak.
Post Station Keeper's face changed.
Wave now.
"People from the medical center come here!"
Two Abyss Healer rushed out quickly.
Ninefold Netherworld Cold Spring Water fell on the child's forehead immediately.
A glimmer of vitality gradually stabilized.
The mother of the child is kneeling and sitting next to her.
Tears kept falling.
"Xian Chang, how is my child?"
The doctor examines for a moment.
"Dehydration, fire poison."
"Send it in."
The woman raised her head suddenly.
"We haven't registered yet..."
The doctor picked up the child directly.
"Save the wounded first."
"Others register."
Post Station Keeper has started to arrange.
This small tribe has a small number of people.
Cause and Effect Mirror Verification is very fast.
The vast majority of tribesmen have pure karma.
Although a few people carry the karma of killing, they are still fighting for normal self-preservation.
Soon.
One after another Temporary Mark fell.
"You can go in."
"The elderly and young children go first."
A group of people thanked him profusely.
They rushed to the inn one after another.
When they passed near the Redscale Clan.
Many Redscale Clan people have very complicated expressions.
The young monk who just complained that the treasure was useless watched the unconscious child being sent to the hospital.
The lips moved.
In the end nothing was said.
A Redscale Clan girl gently pulled his sleeve.
"Brother."
"Do you still think we should go in first?"
The young monk's face turned a little red.
"Stop talking."
The red-scaled old man looked back.
Instead, there was a bit more recognition in his eyes.
He previously felt that the rule Abyss was somewhat rigid.
Look again now.
There is indeed a need to exist.
Several casual cultivators nearby had already started discussing it.
"Then Duobao things can't be exchanged for an advance position."
"That little tribe just couldn't bring anything out. If it's seriously injured, just save it first."
"This Three Lives Post Station is really..."
An old man with white hair answered the question.
"That's why everyone is willing to run here."
"You are weak outside, and others don't bother to look at you."
"When you get here, as long as your karma is good, at least someone will care about your life or death."
The eyes of many small tribe creatures around him brightened when they heard this.
Redscale Clan The old man nodded slowly.
Just as everyone continued to line up.
A strong Yao Qi suddenly came from the distant sky.
Boom!
Dozens of Demon Light fell from high altitude.
The front of the team.
A man wearing black gold armor appeared.
Primordial Unity Golden Immortal's breath slowly dispersed.
The nearby monks looked nervous for a moment.
"Demon Court person?"
"This breath...Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!"
"What are they doing here?"
The black-armored Demon General glanced at Three Lives Boundary Stele.
Didn't move forward.
He raised his hand.
Demon Soldiers behind him stopped at the same time.
Then everyone put away their weapons.
This scene made many people nearby look shocked.
A young casual cultivator whispered, "Demon Court people are so skilled?"
The old man next to him glanced at him.
"After Black Crow and Yanlan are dead, who do you think will dare to be unskilled?"
Black armor Demon General obviously heard it.
His face became slightly gloomy.
But he didn't pay attention.
He stood outside Boundary Stele.
He bowed his hand towards Post Station Keeper.
"Demon Court Northern Region Demon Army, Qi Feng."
"Come here as ordered."
"Bring back some of the tribes under Demon Court's control."
Several Demon Clan tribes who were originally preparing to enter the inn heard these words.
His expression changed at the same time.