Chapter 420.
When Wang Dust ended the killing, the street in front of the restaurant was already covered in corpses.
None of the corpses were intact, either they were disemboweled or broken in two, the blood gathered into streams on the verdant stone paved ground, and the air was filled with a smell that flies would love.
Wang Chen recalled the Red Geibi Sword and landed on the ground.
With him as the center point, the sound of a living person could not be seen within a radius of several hundred paces.
The original bustling bazaar seemed to have turned into an infernal ghost!
Obviously everyone was terrified by the gruesome killings.
Daoist Xuan Yi had brought a large group of men to the meeting and was considered to be cautious.
However, this cultivator of the fifth level of the Purple Mansion had made a thousand calculations, but he couldn’t calculate that he would plant himself here today and miss his life.
Along with a group of brave horse thieves, they were also harvested by Wang Dust.
He probed his hand and took the storage bags hanging on the corpses into his palm one by one.
A tiger is fat, a fly is also meat, Wang Dust does not have the identity baggage of “Purple Mansion”, and he does not mind picking up a little bit of trophies.
In case the “blind box” opened in these trophies!
Wang Dust had not forgotten that his Thousand Chance Changes and Tian Luo Evil Destroying Net came from Qi Practicing Cultivators.
Small cultivators may not have big treasures on their bodies!
“This fellow Daoist ……”
Wang Dust had just finished cleaning up the battlefield when an old voice suddenly entered his ears, “Can you explain why you killed so many people here?”
Explain?
Wang Chen laughed coldly, “Mister Chen acts, why do I need to explain to anyone!”
He sacrificed his Yaoguang Sword, and the human sword merged into the sky, disappearing in an instant.
After a few moments, a helpless sigh rang out from the marketplace.
Wang Dust, who had flown through the air with his sword and left the Flowing Horse Bazaar far behind him, didn’t care about the hiccup before it ended.
The guy who hid his head and didn’t dare to show himself was also a Purple Mansion Cultivator, and should have been the role of a calming presence in the Flowing Horse Bazaar.
But the other party’s age is very big, voice through the late old age, even with deep power, has long lost the sharpness of the fight, do not intend to fight with Wang Dust this “butcher” to the death.
In fact, the old Zifu was politely asking Wang Chuan to leave – he had killed the people and taken the things, so let’s go back.
Wang Chuan was about to leave, so he gave the other party face.
He rode the Yaoguang Sword all the way through the wind and quickly returned to Northwatch City.
Of course, it was through the tunnels, quietly sneaking back to his residence.
This time, Wang Chen had been out for several days, and there had been no sign of the portal restriction of the cultivation quiet room being touched.
It was very normal for a cultivator to be in seclusion for three to five days, or even longer.
He had purposely explained beforehand, that unless something big happened, no one would risk disturbing it.
Taking off his Thousand Chance Mask and removing his Lone Wolf disguise, Wang Chen changed into his true self and began to take stock of his harvest from this trip.
The first thing was his Heavenly Merit Points, which had once again broken through the thousand point mark.
This meant that Wang Chuan was able to add points to himself again.
However, because the two most important attributes, Root Bone and Enlightenment, had already been added four times, and adding them again would require 10,000 Heavenly Merit, there were only two items that could be added to Physique and Divine Soul.
Wang Chen hesitated and did not choose to add points immediately.
He planned to return to the Western Sea Sect before saying anything.
The next thing was the large number of storage bags that were seized, counting that there were actually as many as forty-seven of them.
In fact the number of horse thieves and bandits that Wang Dust had taken out far exceeded this number, only that some of the storage bags had been damaged in the battle, while some poor beeps had no storage bags.
There were also some storage bags so rotten that he wasn’t even interested in rummaging through them.
Of the forty-seven storage bags that Wang Dust had gotten his hands on, two of them belonged to Daoist Xuan Yi, and were obviously used by this horse thief leader to cover his tracks.
It should be known that the Sumeru Ring was the standard equipment of a Jindan real person, the luxury equipment of very few earthly Purple Mansions.
It is easy to attract the coveting of others.
The process of opening the “blind box” is lackluster, Wang Chuan did not harvest many surprises, all the things inside the storage bag added up, the value of about 200,000 to 300,000 spirit.
It must be noted that the two storage bags belonging to Daoist Xuan Yi, open things accounted for at least half.
This is actually quite normal, horse thieves and bandits robbing homes, seemingly free and easy, actually living a precarious life, unlucky to run into a tough fight, or by the sect disciples to brush the combat experience, the probability of road death and ditch burial is very high.
In such a situation, most of the thieves and robbers are drunk tonight, and do not leave any money for tomorrow.
Those who have some ambition and ideals will use it to buy cultivation resources, or magic weapon talismans and pills and other items.
Wang Chen was able to scrape out this much, so it could be said to be good.
He didn’t care and focused on Daoist Xuan Yi’s Sumeru Ring.
Instead of immediately making a move on the Sumeru Ring, Wang Chen placed it on the desk table and took out Daoist Xuan Yi’s corpse from his storage bag.
“Edict!”
He clenched his hand and steeply pointed at the Xuan Yi corpse.
The latter’s body shook and jumped suddenly!
It wasn’t that the Violet Mansion Superior had swindled the corpse, but rather that Wang Chuan had just performed the “Corpse Controlling Art”.
Corpse Control is a qi level spell that cultivators can master by injecting their own mana into the corpse to manipulate it.
This spell was not of a high grade, and it was good for playing God, but not very suitable for fighting.
It was only after looking through a previous author’s journal that Wang Chuan learned this spell.
Under Wang Chuan’s “remote control”, Xuan Yi’s corpse wobbled up to the table, opened his stiff fingers, and took the ring that originally belonged to him in his hand.
Wang Chuan’s magic power was injected into the Sumeru Ring using the corpse as a medium.
And at this time, Wang Chen had already enchanted himself with the Heavy Light Shield Armor!
Being careful was a good thing, as Wang Chen coveted the things in Daoist Xuan Yi’s Sumeru Ring, he also had to guard against possible traps.
Other people’s things, especially the storage equipment of high-level cultivators, were not so easy to move.
But Wang Chen manipulated the corpse to “open the box”, once the problem occurs, the first is the corpse to bear.
His heavy light shield armor and cultivated to the realm of the master level, high-level purple Fu attack can also withstand one or two, can completely ensure that everything is safe.
With the injection of Wang Chen’s mana, this Sumeru Ring instantly flashed with a flash of light.
It fell from the hand of Xuan Yi’s corpse.
However, before this treasure even hit the ground, it was taken over by Wang Chen’s probing hand.
He had already probed clearly, this Sumeru Ring did have a prohibition, but it was not the means of a demonic cultivator or an evil cultivator, it was only a “door lock” that had been added.
Although Wang Chen did not have a key, but he could rely on his own magic power, little by little to erase this prohibition.
It was just a matter of time.
The current Wang Chuan had enough patience.
He only used about two hours to open Daoist Xuan Yi’s Sumeru Ring.
And what was stored inside made Wang Chen’s eyes light up.
A fortune had been made!