Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1263: Don't Know How to Contain Yourself
The moment He Ling stepped out of the secret realm, a fishy wind carrying the smell of rotten flesh blew in her face, almost blowing off the jade hairpin that was holding her hair.

Zhao Shuo, Ding Xuan and others followed closely behind, and their footsteps suddenly froze the moment they stepped out of the secret realm.

The scene before him was like a picture from purgatory. The shattered corpses of the eighth-rank monsters piled up into a small hill, their broken fangs buried deep in the scorched earth, and their turbid blood had long since solidified into purple-black lumps, glowing with an eerie oily sheen in the sunlight.

The smell of rotten flesh and blood was suffocating. Even the battle-hardened Ding Xuan couldn't help but frown. She forced herself to walk towards the center of the field, but the soles of her boots slipped in the pool of blood and she almost fell.

The extremely strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of rotten flesh made some Nascent Soul Realm disciples who had never seen the world turn pale in an instant, and they turned around and vomited loudly.

Su Fan stood in the center of the mountain of corpses, dark golden dragon scales faintly visible beneath his skin, rising and falling with his breathing, moving among his flesh and blood like a living thing.

He lowered his eyes and looked at everyone. The moment his cold eyes swept across everyone, He Ling and others subconsciously took half a step back.

The pressure surging in those eyes was clearly the indifference of looking down on ants, which made people think of the ancient ferocious beast in the legend that controlled life and death.

Ding Xuan came to Su Fan and asked, "Daoyou, this is..."

"Just now, these eighth-level monsters had a melee in order to get to the True Dragon's remains. They didn't disperse until the True Dragon's remains disappeared..."

After Su Fan finished speaking, he glanced at the corpses of the eighth-level monsters scattered around him.

"It's a rare opportunity for everyone to enter the 'Ancient Secret Realm'. Don't waste the corpses of so many eighth-level monsters here. Collect some for each of you..."

Having seen the mutated half-step great demon, the corpses of these eighth-level demon beasts are no longer of his interest.

Apart from the half-step great monsters he killed and which he kept in his personal secret realm, he had no interest in the corpses of the remaining eighth-level monsters.

Although Su Fan looked down on them, it was different for Ding Xuan, He Ling and others.

The battlefield is littered with the corpses of these eighth-level monsters, many of which have long been extinct in the world of cultivation. Any of them taken out would be priceless.

After everyone had dispersed, Sister Zhen suddenly turned into a ghost and rushed out of his secret realm, with ghost fires crackling excitedly around her.

"Master, there are so many corpses of prehistoric monsters, why don't we want them..."

After hearing what Sister Zhen said, Su Fan rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and then he remembered that there was a little money-grubber at home.

Well, since she likes collecting trophies, let her do what she wants.

"Okay, go collect some too. We only want the valuables from the demon elixirs and demon beasts. Don't bring back a bunch of demon beast corpses..."

"Master, I understand..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sister Zhen cheered and instantly summoned a dense swarm of ghost soldiers and generals to rush towards the battlefield.

The corpses of the eighth-level monsters scattered all over the battlefield were all money in her eyes.

At this time, Li Chongxiu appeared silently behind Su Fan, twisting the corner of his clothes with his fingers, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

"Master, I..."

Before she could finish her words, Su Fan waved at the girl.

"Okay, you go too..."

Li Chongxiu disappeared in an instant and began to frantically collect spoils on the battlefield.

She had been afraid of being poor before, so how could she miss this opportunity?

Moreover, Li Chongxiu also realized that her master obviously looked down upon such things. The spoils she collected here were all her own private money.

Su Fan turned his head and suddenly found Zhao Shuo still standing there.

"Why don't you go..."

After hearing this, Zhao Shuo hesitated for a moment, but finally plucked up the courage to ask.

"Senior, have you seen the remains of the real dragon..."

After hearing what the boy said, Su Fan did not answer him, but laughed.

"Let's talk about it when we get back..."

Zhao Shuo was immediately excited when he heard this, and he immediately bowed to Su Fan. "Senior, I will never forget your kindness..."

After hearing this, Su Fan waved his hand at him and said, "You can go too..."

Looking at Zhao Shuo's happy back, Su Fan smiled.

In fact, it's not just this kid. He Ling, Ding Xuan and others also want to ask about this matter, but Su Fan doesn't want to make a big fuss about it.

After I get back, if any company is interested, they will naturally talk to him secretly.

Now, he has collected more than a hundred strands of thin real dragon blood in his jade bottle.

These thin true dragon bloods may be a drop in the bucket for high-level cultivators, but they can be of great help to some of the family's Nascent Soul stage disciples.

Su Fan has already thought about it. He only has these few things in his hand, so it depends on which company offers the higher price.

If no one comes to him to negotiate, Su Fan will sell the distribution rights of this rare true dragon blood to "Ruyi Pavilion".

With the working style of a black shop like "Ruyi Pavilion", it will definitely bring him rich rewards.

He Ling, Ding Xuan and others spent two days here before leaving this tragic battlefield satisfied.

Not only them, Sister Zhen and Li Chongxiu also collected a large number of eighth-level demon pills, as well as various demon beast materials that had been extinct for a long time in the world of cultivation.

Sister Zhen is fine, after all, she has seen many big scenes with Su Fan.

But Li Chongxiu was different. The girl was also afraid of being poor and had never had such an experience.

She made a lot of money these days and was so happy.

In the next few days, Su Fan and others took a flying boat to leave the core area of ​​the "Ancient Secret Realm".

They returned to the valley where spiritual herbs were grown in abundance. Su Fan asked them to go out to collect spiritual herbs, while he found a safe place and entered the Juyin Secret Realm.

Su Fan came to the gloomy valley and sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

He glanced at the magic oil lamp beside him and found that the evil Buddha Wang De was not on the lamp holder.

At this time, the Yaksha transformed into a ghost smoke floated over from a distance, and after restoring its ghost body, it bowed deeply to him.

"Yaksha, I pay my respects to my Lord..."

For some reason, Yasha found that his master was a little different from before.

The dragon might surrounding Su Fan surged like a substance, and even the moss on the stone wall withered and died due to this pressure.

It clearly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, which made it tremble unconsciously all over.

Su Fan waved at him and said, "Where is Lao Wang..."

"Mr. Wang has been down there recently..."

After hearing what Yaksha said, Su Fan couldn't help but curl his lips.

This old bitch must be having fun with those little ghost girls again.

"Okay, go ahead..."

As Su Fan had just sent the Yaksha away, the evil Buddha Wang De appeared on the lamp holder of the oil lamp magic weapon.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to succeed..."

After hearing the words of the evil Buddha Wang De, Su Fan was stunned. How did this old guy know that he had succeeded?

"Boy, your dragon might is almost solidified into a physical entity, but you don't know how to restrain it."

What the hell, I also have the power of a dragon.

Su Fan was stunned and subconsciously used his spiritual power to investigate, only to find that the dragon blood sleeping in his dantian was quietly changing every inch of his muscles. The ancient pressure flowing in his blood had long become a part of his body.

(End of this chapter)