Xianxia: Start with Ten Years of Experience

　　"What did the seniors mean?"

　　"Look over there."

　　He Mingxuan's face was wrinkled, and he motioned for Zhu Shiyun and the others to look in one direction.

　　Zhu Shiyun, Miaoqing and the others all looked over immediately, and in that direction, several demon monks were standing in the sky, and there were monks kneeling on the ground below...  

　　These cultivators who were kneeling on the ground all took out a kind of strange ore with golden light and dim light, intertwined with each other, and handed it over to the few demons.

　　"This Devil Sky Star has a special kind of spirit ore, which is called the magic spirit ore. The magic spirit ore itself is not a very high-quality ore, but if it can be nourished by the pure Yang power of the pure Yang Yuanshen, then It can be turned into an extremely good pure Yang demon mine!"

　　"This kind of pure Yang magic mine is equivalent to a very high-quality spirit stone for the demons, which can make them very refined and improve their cultivation."

　　He Mingxuan watched and explained to Zhu Shiyun and others.

　　Zhu Shiyun frowned slightly, already vaguely thinking of something, and said:

　　"Could it be that……"

　　"good."

　　He Mingxuan said with a hint of mockery: "How could the monks of the demon race spend their pure yang energy to nourish the demon spirit mine? Of course, it's us aliens."

　　"All alien cultivators, once their cultivation base reaches the level of God Transformation, and they have the power of pure yang, they must hand in three nourished pure yang magic mines every [-] years."

　　"For ordinary gods with ordinary cultivation, nourishing three pure Yang magic mines in just one hundred years will almost exhaust their power. The Yang Demon Mine will also greatly limit your cultivation."

　　He Mingxuan said with a sigh.

　　Ancient Sage Xueyu looked at He Mingxuan, and said slowly, "If you don't hand it in, or if you can't hand it in, what will be the result?"

　　Her eyes were a little bad.

　　He Mingxuan took a hint of pity, looked not far away, raised his chin, and said, "Well, there must be someone who can't hand it over, you can see it.".

Chapter 252

　　Look in the direction indicated by He Mingxuan.

　　I saw the demon cultivators who were collecting the pure Yang demon ore offered by the alien cultivators below one by one, and when the person at the back was collected, the man looked difficult and took out three pure Yang demon ore.

　　Among the three pure Yang demon mines, two of them exude golden light and dim light, but the third one is obviously much duller, apparently not yet fully tempered.

　　"This piece of quality is not enough."

　　The demon cultivator took three pieces of pure yang demon mine, took a cursory glance, only accepted two of them, held the third piece in his hand, stared at the man with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "You To be lazy?"

　　"No...it's not like that..."

　　The alien cultivator said with trembling eyes: "I had a temporary insight, so I closed down and practiced. I didn't expect to practice 19 for too long, and it was too late to temper the magic ore. Next time, I will make up for it next time."

　　"next time?"

　　The demon cultivator laughed, his eyes flashed coldly, and he shot.

　　hum! ! !

　　I saw a big hand from the void sticking out, grabbed the alien cultivator, and lifted him into the air.

　　"No, no, I will definitely make up two pieces next time, and I hope the mine envoy will show mercy!"

　　The alien cultivator spoke in horror.

　　But the great master of the demon race ignored him at all, and only said indifferently: "Noisy!"

　　Seeing that he manipulated the big hand of the void and squeezed it inwardly, the body of the alien cultivator who was directly squeezed cracked, and the bones were broken.

　　Under this squeeze, the Yang God of the alien cultivator was forcibly cracked, and a bunch of pure Yang power was forcibly squeezed out of it, and sprinkled on the low-quality demon ore.

　　Zizi! !

　　The magic ore was nourished by the power of pure yang, and it made a sizzling sound. The golden light on it suddenly became vigorous, and finally turned into a pure yang magic ore of perfect quality!

　　After creating a pure yang demon mine, the demon almighty stopped his hand, let go of his hand with cold eyes, and let the alien cultivator fall down.

　　Pfft!

　　The alien **** fell to the ground, and there were cracks all over his body, blood gushing out from it, and he coughed up blood.

　　Although he is not dead yet, both his physical body and his primordial spirit have been severely injured!

　　"If you can't die, don't forget to smelt mine next time."

　　The Demon Race almighty said indifferently, and then put away the third pure Yang Demon Mine in his hand, ignoring the alien goddess who had suffered heavy damage and fell to the ground.

　　Another demon next to him sneered: "In order to practice, you dare to delay ore refining!"

　　"This guy is the fifth layer of the gods. If you smelt the ore first, a hundred years will be enough. Hehe, you don't even take the ore smelting task to heart, and you deserve it."

　　Another demon master sneered, then looked at the other alien monks, and said coldly: "Have you seen it? If you can't hand over three pure Yang demon mines in a hundred years, this is the end! Remember this seat!"

　　Many alien monks were trembling, and no one dared to speak.

　　far away.

　　Seeing this scene, Zhu Shiyun and the others frowned for a while.

　　At this time, the Demon Mines who had already collected a batch of Pure Sun Demon Mine noticed Zhu Shiyun, He Mingxuan and others here.

　　Swish!

　　Someone walked over from the sky and said indifferently, "Where's the pure Yang magic mine you're waiting for?"

　　"It has been handed in before."

　　He Mingxuan bowed his hands to the other party, and pointed to an indeterminate mark between his eyebrows.

　　Every monk above the level of God Transformation will be marked by the demons. Through the imprint, the location can be locked, and it can also be determined whether enough pure Yang demon mines are handed in on time every hundred years.

　　"Um……"

　　The Demon Race Great Expert slowed down a bit, then looked at Zhu Shiyun and the others, took a closer look, raised his brows, and said, "Hey, new from Jiehai?"

　　It was obvious that Zhu Shiyun was a spiritual cultivator, but there was no demonic mark between his eyebrows.

　　Facing a virtuous master, it was naturally a little stressful for Zhu Shiyun, but Ye Chen was right next to her, so she was not afraid in her heart, she just said coldly:

　　"So what?"

　　"Hehe, you all know the rules here?"

　　The Demon Clan Great Master only snorted at Zhu Shiyun's attitude, but did not get angry, and spoke lazily and leisurely.

　　Zhu Shiyun did not answer.

　　The Demon Race Great Master didn't care, and said lightly: "If you already know, then come with me. I will take you to mark it, and then you can live in this city."

　　"If you are new here, you may not pay the Pure Yang Demonic Mine for the first hundred years, but starting from the second hundred years, you will have to have at least one of the three Pure Yang Demonic Ore."

　　Hear what the other person has to say.

　　Neither Zhu Shiyun nor Miao Qing answered.

　　Ancient Sage Xueyu looked at this scene indifferently, and said, "It's true that he doesn't care about other races at all."

　　"Ah."

　　Ye Chen nodded lightly and said, "I'm curious why they dare to do this. The demons are not without saints now. If there are saints passing by, I'm afraid they won't get the slightest benefit."

　　Ancient Sage Xueyu shook his head slightly.

　　She also lacks this part of the memory.

　　But the demons can occupy one side of the sea of ​​​​stars, so unscrupulously oppressing and driving other races, but not attracting the wrath of the saints of other races, perhaps there is some special reliance. .

Chapter 253

　　Here.

　　After the Demon Race could see himself talking, Zhu Shiyun and the others were indifferent, while Ye Chen and Old Sage Xueyu exchanged their thoughts like no one else, and a coldness flashed in their eyes.

　　At this moment, He Mingxuan on the side showed a bit of a different color.

　　Those who can cultivate into the power of imagining are naturally not stupid. He can see the attitudes of Zhu Shiyun and Miaoqing and others. They are not afraid of a demon power, and most of them have something to rely on.

　　But here is the magic star, even if there is a huge support, can it still go to the sky?

　　He couldn't help but transmit his voice: "Everyone, you seem to have something to rely on, but it's better not to fight against the Demon Race here. No one can fight against them in this Demon Sky Star. If you try to resist, the end will be extremely tragic."

　　"Senior, don't worry, it's fine."

　　When Zhu Shiyun heard He Mingxuan's reminder, he smiled and responded to He Mingxuan.

　　At this time, the Demon Race's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Old Sage Xueyu and the others indifferently, and said, "Did you not hear what this seat said?!"

　　face his rebuke.

　　Old Sage Xueyu only had an indifferent response.

　　"roll!"

　　Although her cultivation base has not yet recovered, and she is still a god, but she was once an ancient sage of the human race, and she is not a mere demon who can call and drink at will.

　　Old Sage Xueyu's response made the Demon Race's almighty look stagnant, and then he laughed instead of being angry.

　　"Very good, it seems that you are planning to resist. Although I don't know what you are waiting for, it seems that this seat has to let you know today that in this magic star, even Tianzun has to lie down!"

　　He could also see that Ancient Sage Xueyu, Zhu Shiyun and others had something to rely on, but he was not afraid at all, because this was the Demon Heaven Star, the ancestral land of their Demon Race!

　　Many demon gods are sitting here, and even the gods are not qualified to be presumptuous here!

　　hum!

　　As the voice fell, he immediately raised his hand and pressed forward into the void. A huge hand burst out with a roaring demonic energy, which was overwhelmingly suppressing Ye Chen and the others.

　　"Ugh…"

　　He Mingxuan, who was not far from watching this scene, shook his head helplessly and sighed.