Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 231 Capture the Sword
Another human said: "Then snatch the Ice Soul Sword and take it out of Liantai City by yourself, is it okay?"

Although the black market is mixed with fish and dragons, its rules are strict, otherwise it would not have operated as usual for thousands of years.

If the black market breaks the rules and loses people's hearts, who will dare to entrust rare treasures to the black market for resale in the future.

According to the rules of the black market, if there is no convincing reason, never interfere and stop anyone from leaving.

Although the inspection of the entrance of the black market is strict, the exit of the black market is open and one-way.The monks in the black market can leave at any time, and no one will search or investigate.

What's more, the black market is located in Liantai City, and the entire Liantai City is controlled by Hua Yanzong, and no one is allowed to mess around.

If Hua Yanzong intercepted the monk who grabbed the Ice Soul Sword, he would undoubtedly slap himself in the face.

For so many years, everyone has this understanding that the auction house is the auction house, and the Huayan Sect's territory is outside the auction house.

Otherwise, the dignified Hua Yanzong would not bid for the flying unicorn with the rest of the forces.

"Hua Yanzong, please give me an accurate sentence." Someone said in public, "If you snatch the Ice Soul Sword, will you stop it?"

Huayanzong was also displeased, this was asking Huayanzong whether they wanted face or the Ice Soul Sword.

"Hmph!" Hua Yanzong's ancestor Dujie said, "If you have the ability to take this ice soul sword out of the auction, we Huayanzong will never stop it."

Someone asked: "What is the position of the black market?"

An elder in the black market said: "The exit of the auction house is open. Of course we will snatch the good treasures, but we will not stop you from leaving."

"Very good, it's fair." Everyone looked at the Ice Soul Sword in the barrier, "As usual, whoever puts this treasure in the storage bag will belong to him."

"agree!"

Several powerful forces are gearing up, and some people want to fish in troubled waters.After living for thousands of years, they all fought and snatched it. Occasionally, they would fight with a group of high-level monsters to grab the high-level fruit that was about to ripen.

A longevity fruit not long ago was snatched by a human monk.

As for those monks who didn't want to fight or grab, they had already left the auction house and retreated to a distance.

The Ice Soul Sword in the barrier trembled more and more, with fine lines of light all over its body, as if it was covered with fine fish scales.

Qi Min and Qi Gao cared about An Qingli, and had no intention of participating in this imminent scramble, and knocked on the restriction set by An Qingli again.

An Qingli opened her eyes, removed the restraint, put on a veiled hat, but kept talking.

Patriarch Qi Min made a show of the universe in his sleeve, and put An Qingli into his sleeve.

The two ancestors stepped out from the wing room.

The rest of the monks used their spiritual sense to guard against these two old things that popped up suddenly.

The two patriarchs, Qi Min and Qi Gao, didn't stop there, they stepped out of the wing room in one step, and out of the black market auction room in the next step.

An Qingli put a concealment talisman on her body, and she recited the incantation faster and faster.

"boom!"

The Ice Soul Sword lit up with a strong light, and at the same time, dozens of spells smashed towards the barrier of the Ice Soul Sword.

Several fine cracks appeared in the barrier.

The Ice Soul Sword trembled, and the barrier seemed to be frozen into ice.

The enchantment is constantly expanding.

The Ice Soul Sword came out of the crack, looking at the direction, it was about to escape from the exit of the auction house.

As expected of a high-level sword spirit, they already know how to find their own way out.

But several magic tools immediately attacked the Ice Soul Sword.

One of the artifacts is a picture scroll. The picture scroll is fully unfolded, and it is no problem to admit a seventh-level monster into it.

However, before the scroll was fully unfolded, a pagoda smashed over and flew the scroll right away.

They are all ancestors who have lived for thousands of years, and have dealt with each other for thousands of years. Basically, they can recognize each other's identity by looking at the magic weapon.

The monk who used the pagoda as a tool is not a Buddhist cultivator, but an immortal poisonous cultivator. The pagoda is just a superficial appearance, and it is unknown how many poisons have gathered in the pagoda.

Because of the poison cultivator of the Poison Gu Sect, many people were worried.

The poisonous gas spread, forcing several people to retreat.

The poison cultivator took the opportunity to move forward, flicked his sleeve, and threw out a poison bag like a cloth bag, intending to put the Ice Soul Sword inside.

A long spear condensed with spells, picked the poison sac from top to bottom, and shook the poison sac away.

Immediately, a flame ignited on the poison sac.

The old monster poison cultivator hated secretly, and quickly collected the poison bag into his dantian.

The Ice Soul Sword has escaped to the exit, and it is about to escape from the auction house.

With so many tribulation bosses around, it would be a shame to let this flying sword escape to the outside of the auction house.

A beam of sword light cut down vertically, even the air seemed to be split, and the invisible sword energy was like a thick wall, blocking the way of the Bingpo Sword.

The Ice Soul Sword sank suddenly.

Immediately, there was another surge of sword energy, like a surging ocean, curling the Ice Soul Sword, and flew towards the sword cultivator's hand.

Everyone was shocked, and immediately showed their magical powers, trying to snatch the Ice Soul Sword shrouded in sword intent.

But Jianxiu's strength should not be underestimated. It is a bit exaggerated to say that one is worth ten, but it is not a problem to stop two or three with one.

"boom!"

The domineering sword energy swept across and immediately forced a group of people back.

The situation changed in an instant, and now it was no longer robbing treasures, but a group of sword players, who were attacking and picking people to practice.

"A group of sword lunatics!"

Someone secretly cursed.

It was rare for monks playing with swords to encounter such a big excitement and such good opponents, so they each wrapped up two or three monks and began to swing their swords.

It is to practice hands, but also to protect one's companions, to get the Ice Soul Sword.

The Ice Soul Sword was already in the hands of the sword repairman.

The sword cultivator held the Ice Soul Sword in his hand, and moved upwards, as if intending to test the power of the Ice Soul Sword.

The Ice Soul Sword was held up high, trembling unceasingly, he couldn't shake off the sword and repaired his right arm.

Bitter and icy air surged.

The sword cultivator was not afraid at all, his eyes were bright, and he was determined to tame this good sword, just like taming a fine horse.

The two patriarchs, Qi Min and Qi Gao, originally planned to take An Qingli out of the black market. Anyway, the Ice Soul Eye would no longer appear, and the Ice Soul Sword was being scrambled by all parties, so it didn't make much sense to stay in the black market.

An Qingli asked the two old ancestors to wait.

The two patriarchs knew that this little girl had strong luck and many secrets, but no matter what, they never expected that this little girl would actually pick up a phoenix to keep by her side, and at this moment, she was using the blood of the phoenix to activate the spirit summoning technique for her. Fenghuang called back the lost soul.

Although they didn't know what An Qingli was up to, the two patriarchs didn't ask any further questions and let An Qingli play tricks.

In the black market auction house, the Sword Crossing Sword Cultivator, whose arms were covered with ice, poured spiritual power into the Ice Soul Sword, and swung it forward violently.

It happened that a burly cultivator crossing the robbery, holding a black giant axe, slashed at him.

With a "boom", the spiritual powers of the two parties collided violently.

Then there was another "click", and the Ice Soul Sword actually shattered.

As if the skin of the wall was peeling off, the Ice Soul Sword was cracked inch by inch, like ice scum, one by one, one by one, it shattered from mid-air to the ground.

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