Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Jiang Qiong nodded and took out the piece of lightning-struck wood from the storage bag.

The young man took the lightning-struck wood, looked at it carefully for a while, and said:
"This piece of lightning-struck wood is of excellent quality. How many spirit stones would you like?"

Jiang Qiong hesitated for a moment and said, "How many spirit stones do you want to give?"

The young man thought for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "How about eight thousand spirit stones?"

When Jiang Qiong heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Eight thousand spirit stones are already close to their psychological price range.

He looked at Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana and saw that they nodded slightly, obviously quite satisfied with the offer.

Jiang Qiong said firmly: "Deal!"

The young manager raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a perfect smile, then raised his hand to call his men over, and completed the transaction in an orderly manner according to the established process.

In the blink of an eye, a finely crafted storage bag was handed to Jiang Qiong.

Jiang Qiong took it and weighed it lightly. It felt heavy in his hand. He opened the bag and saw eight thousand spirit stones lying quietly inside. Each of them exuded a soft and warm luster. Rich spiritual energy was vaguely floating in the air, as if telling of their extraordinary value.

Jiang Qiong checked it carefully and confirmed that everything was correct before she carefully put the storage bag away. Then she stood up with Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana and bowed goodbye to the young manager.

The three of them stepped out of Tianbao Pavilion and into the bustling street. The lively and noisy atmosphere of the city hit them in the face, but their mood was far from the happy and relaxed feeling when they sold the lightning-struck wood.

Jiang Qiong inexplicably felt a little uneasy. He looked around calmly, and his sharp eyes caught a few vague and furtive gazes.

He frowned slightly, summoned his spiritual power, and whispered to Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana using the sound transmission technique: "Be careful, someone seems to be following us."

Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana's hearts tightened when they heard this, but their faces remained calm, as if nothing had happened, and they continued to walk forward slowly.

In order to get rid of the pursuit, the three people deliberately took detours in the intricate streets, skillfully weaving in and out of the crowd like nimble fish swimming in the crowd.

They turned into a quiet alley, their pace suddenly quickened, and they ran like an arrow from a bow.

I thought I had successfully shaken off the tail, but the subtle but gnat-like footsteps behind me sounded again.

"Damn it, they are still following us." Nan Fengxue gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

The three of them quickened their pace, trying to shake off the trackers, but those guys seemed to know their every move very well, and no matter how they took detours, they could not get rid of them.

Finally, the three were chased into a dead end with no way to escape. A group of people quickly surrounded them from all directions, blocking them completely.

The leader was a tall and burly monk in a black robe. He had a greedy and contemptuous sneer on his face. He stared at Jiang Qiong and the other two like a hungry wolf and said viciously, "Boys, if you know what's good for you, hand over the spirit stones on you. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Jiang Qiong's expression was stern, like a thousand-year-old ice. He took a step forward and spoke in a low but intimidating voice:

"Who are you? Why are you following us?"

The black-robed monk sneered, his laughter full of sarcasm: "You are asking even though you know the answer. You just came out of Tianbao Pavilion and you have so many spiritual stones on you. Who else should I follow if not you?"

Lang Nana's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and she shouted angrily: "You bunch of robbers, how dare you rob in broad daylight, it's simply lawless!"

Behind the black-robed monk, a monk with a pointed face and monkey cheeks laughed strangely and said, "Young lady, don't be angry. As long as you hand over the spirit stones obediently, we promise not to hurt a hair on your head."

Jiang Qiong and the other two looked at each other, and they all understood each other. They all knew that the other party came prepared, and a fierce battle today was inevitable.

Jiang Qiong secretly circulated the spiritual power in his body, and a ball of blazing flame quietly condensed in his palm. The flame jumped and flickered, as if it had life;
Nan Fengxue tightly grasped the Youhan Sword, and a layer of crystal clear frost instantly lingered around the sword, and the coldness came over him; Lang Nana also quickly formed a magic seal, and the spiritual power around her body fluctuated violently, ready to cast spells to defend against the enemy at any time.

"With your mediocre skills, you think you can snatch our spirit stones? You're just daydreaming!" Jiang Qiong said coldly, with disdain in his tone.

The black-robed monk's face suddenly darkened, like the sky before a storm. He snorted coldly, "If you don't want to drink my toast, don't blame us for being rude!"

After saying this, he waved his hand, and the monks behind him quickly dispersed like well-trained soldiers, surrounding Jiang Qiong and the other two. At the same time, they all took out their own magical weapons.

For a moment, lights of various colors flashed dazzlingly, the humming sound of magic weapons and the cold murderous aura intertwined and permeated the air, and the entire space seemed to be frozen by this tense atmosphere.

Jiang Qiong took the lead in attacking. He threw the flame in his hand towards the black-robed monk. The flame instantly transformed into a huge fire dragon with bared fangs and claws in the air. Flames were blazing all over its body, and the rolling heat waves spread in all directions like a surging tide. It pounced towards the black-robed monk with the momentum to destroy the world.

The black-robed monk remained calm upon seeing this, and unhurriedly took out a black shield from his storage bag. The shield was engraved with mysterious and obscure runes, giving off an ancient and strange aura.

He held his shield steady forward, and the fire dragon slammed into the shield with a deafening bang, sending flames flying in all directions like fireworks, but it was unable to break through the shield's solid defense.

While the black-robed monk was resisting the fire dragon, Nan Fengxue rushed forward like a flash of blue lightning.

The cold sword in her hand flashed with a chilling light and stabbed towards the chest of the black-robed monk like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The black-robed monk reacted extremely quickly, quickly dodging to the side and waving his shield to block Nan Fengxue's fierce attack.

Nan Fengxue's attack missed, and she flipped lightly in the air like a dancing fairy, and swung the Youhan Sword again. Lines of icy blue sword energy shot towards the black-robed monk like arrows.

The black-robed monk waved his shield, blocking left and right, trying his best to resist the sword energy one by one.

However, there were still a few sword energies that were like tricky hidden weapons, brushing past the corners of his clothes and leaving a few shocking ice marks on his black robe.

The black-robed monk was secretly surprised. He did not expect that these three people were so young and yet so powerful, far beyond his imagination. At the same time, Lang Nana also used all her strength to cast spells. Brilliant and dazzling rays of light shot out from her hands, attacking the monks around her like a meteor chasing the moon.

Those monks used their own spells to resist. For a moment, the lights crisscrossed and the roar of the spells was deafening. The whole battlefield was like a fantasy feast of light and shadow, but it was hiding a deadly murderous intention.

During the fierce battle, Jiang Qiong keenly realized that although these monks were numerous, their strengths were uneven. The only ones who could pose a fatal threat to them were the black-robed monks and a few relatively strong guys.

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he made a prompt decision to concentrate his efforts on dealing with the biggest threat, the black-robed monk. As long as he was defeated, the other minions would naturally not be a problem.

Jiang Qiong was fully focused, concentrating the spiritual power around his body, muttering to himself, and the flame in his hand became hotter and hotter, so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, and threw the flame in his hand towards the black-robed monk again.

This time, the flames suddenly split into countless small fireballs in the air, and smashed towards the black-robed monk like a torrential rain.

The black-robed monk's face suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost. He quickly held the shield tightly in front of him, trying his best to resist the bombardment of fireballs.

However, there were too many fireballs, which came in an endless stream like a surging tide. Gradually, he became powerless and it became increasingly difficult to resist.

Soon, he was hit by several fireballs. His clothes were instantly burnt, emitting a pungent burnt smell. His hair became messy and he looked extremely miserable.

Upon seeing this, Nan Fengxue's eyes flashed with excitement. He immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and rushed towards the black-robed monk again like a tiger descending from the mountain.

She used all her strength, and the icy energy on the Sword became increasingly intense, and the surrounding air seemed to have been frozen into indestructible frost.

She thrust her sword at the black-robed monk's throat, the sword's force was as sharp as a cold star breaking through the moon. The black-robed monk was horrified and quickly blocked it with his shield. The cold sword pierced the shield, making a clear and pleasant but frightening sound, and an ice-blue crack quickly spread across the shield like a spider web.

The black-robed monk was terrified. He never expected that Nan Fengxue's attack would be so fierce and fierce, far beyond his expectations.

He pushed the shield with all his strength, knocking Nan Fengxue back several steps. At the same time, he quickly took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it without hesitation.

In an instant, his aura suddenly became powerful and strong, as if he had become a different person, and the injuries on his body recovered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Humph, you have some skills, but you still have to hand over the spirit stones today!"

The black-robed monk sneered and said this, with a hint of pride in his laughter, having survived a disaster.

Jiang Qiong and the other two felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. They knew that the black-robed monk must have taken a high-level elixir that could heal injuries and increase his strength. Now, the difficulty of defeating him would undoubtedly increase a lot.

However, the stubbornness and tenacity in their bones were completely aroused. Not only did they not have the slightest intention of retreating, but their fighting spirit was high, like a blazing fire.

"Let's give it a try and see who is the final winner!" Jiang Qiong roared, shaking the whole area, and cast the fire magic again.

This time, he released all the spiritual power in his body without reservation, and the power of the fire magic was pushed to the extreme.

An enormous flaming dragon roared out from his hand, the dragon's body made of blazing flames, and every scale was shining with dazzling light, as if inlaid with countless sparkling gems.

There were blazing flames burning in its eyes, as if it were a demon from the depths of hell, with endless majesty and terror.

The giant flaming dragon roared and rushed towards the black-robed monk. Wherever it went, the air was instantly ignited, making a sizzling sound. The ground was also scorched by the high temperature, leaving behind shocking black marks.

The black-robed monk felt unprecedented pressure, as if a towering mountain was pressing on his heart. He did not dare to slack off at all. He raised the shield in his hand high, muttered something, and cast powerful spells to enhance the shield's defense.

The fire dragon slammed heavily into the shield, making a deafening noise, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

The powerful impact was like a surging wave, which shook the black-robed monk back again and again. His feet left two deep grooves on the ground, which showed the enormous power of this blow.

The runes on the shield flickered wildly, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished and shattered at any time.

Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana also took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Nan Fengxue cast an exquisite ice spell, instantly freezing the surrounding air into countless sharp ice spikes, which shot towards the black-robed monk like a rain of arrows.

Lang Nana cast a powerful spell, condensing a huge vortex of spiritual power above the black-robed monk's head. The vortex contained a powerful suction force that seemed to be able to swallow everything, trying to suck the black-robed monk into it.

Under the combined attack of the three, the black-robed monk was trapped in a desperate situation, unable to cope with anything and in a miserable state.

He tried his best to resist the attacks of the three people, but was still unable to withstand it. He was hit by ice spikes in many places on his body. Blood stained his black robe red and splattered on the ground in shocking blood flowers.

At the same time, he also felt the suffocatingly powerful suction of the spiritual power vortex, and his body involuntarily floated towards the center of the vortex, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

Just when the black-robed monk was about to be swallowed by the vortex of spiritual power, he suddenly took out a mysterious black bead from his storage bag. With a flash of determination in his eyes, he threw the bead forcefully towards the vortex of spiritual power.

The bead instantly exploded in the vortex, making a loud noise that shook the sky. The powerful energy impact was like a raging tsunami, which instantly shattered the spiritual power vortex. At the same time, it also shocked Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana, causing them to retreat repeatedly, with their blood surging.

"What is this?" Nan Fengxue's face was as pale as paper, his heart full of shock and confusion. He looked at the mysterious black bead in the black-robed monk's hand, his eyes full of fear.

The black-robed monk took this opportunity to take a few deep breaths and regain his composure.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Do you think I don't have a trump card? Today, none of you will leave alive!"

Jiang Qiong and the other two were startled, for they knew very well that the black-robed monk had even more powerful and terrifying methods that he had yet to use.

However, the faith in their hearts was as solid as a rock. Not only did they not show any fear, but they became even more determined to fight to the end. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, they would never retreat even a single step.

"Come on, let's see who will have the last laugh!" Jiang Qiong roared, her voice full of fearless courage and firm belief. (End of this chapter)