Seeking Support and Clearing the Warehouse

Meng Hao smiled slightly, paused, and did not approach.

The old man looked grim, and after exchanging a glance with the woman, he was alert to Meng Hao while increasing his strength to control the magic weapon in front of him, letting the sea of ​​fire sink again.

But the seahorse was roaring, and suddenly a blue light flashed on its body, as if it was fighting desperately. The light surged up in an instant, and everything was frozen wherever it passed, even the sea of ​​fire was instantly sealed by the cold air. The old man's face changed drastically, and seeing the beads in front of him turned into ice, he retreated violently, grabbed the girl next to him, and was about to leave, but he was injured before, and the blue light was fast, and he could not escape...

He looked struggling, and in a flash, he glanced at the woman next to him, and was about to push her into the blue light to block it.

Meng Hao raised his right hand and pointed forward, and immediately the blue light that was radiating outward paused for a moment, allowing the old man and the woman to escape from the blue light.

At the same time, Meng Hao waved his sword, and a seven-year-old wooden sword of time flew out instantly, at lightning speed, and went straight to the seahorse in an instant, piercing through it suddenly. Just one sword immediately made the seahorse tremble and let out a shrill roar, and its body visibly withered.

It showed fear in its eyes, and its body sank suddenly, but almost as soon as it sank, Meng Hao's body slightly revealed some breath. As soon as this breath came out, the seahorse's eyes turned red and rushed out suddenly, but in the sword light, in the shock of the old man and the woman, the wooden sword of time penetrated seven or eight times in a row.

The roar of the seahorse was still echoing, but its body had withered instantly, and it directly became a mummy, floating on the sea...

Meng Hao walked over, came to the seahorse's corpse, pressed his right hand on it, and immediately a demon heart flew out. It fell in his hand, and in the air, the old man and the woman next to him. They all looked a little complicated, and when they looked at Meng Hao. They showed a sense of vigilance, especially Meng Hao's sword, which made them even more frightened.

When Meng Hao looked up at the two, the old man immediately activated his cultivation, pulled the woman behind him, and clasped his fists towards Meng Hao.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. This middle-grade demon heart belongs to you. If we meet again in the future, I will definitely repay you for this favor." As he spoke, his body slowly retreated. Meng Hao's sword made him extremely afraid.

"No hurry." Meng Hao shook his head, waved his right hand, and the demon heart in his hand flew out and went straight to the old man. The old man was stunned, subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, and looked at the demon heart in his hand. He looked at Meng Hao again, and his heart was immediately filled with doubt.

The woman next to him stared at the demon heart in the old man's hand. Her breathing became a little faster, but the resentment hidden deep in her eyes also flashed in an instant. She clearly knew the old man's inner choice at that moment.

"Fellow Daoist, you..." The old man hesitated.

"You two are both good at cultivation. This demon heart is only comparable to a medium-grade spirit stone. Why do you care so much?" Meng Hao did not beat around the bush and asked directly.

As soon as he said this, the old man was stunned for a moment, and the woman also looked up. They looked at Meng Hao in surprise.

"Daoyou... is this your first time in Tianhehai?" The old man was silent for a moment and looked at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao nodded.

The old man took a deep breath. After pondering for a while, he put away the demon heart.

"This demon heart, in terms of its inner spiritual energy, is indeed only comparable to a medium-grade spirit stone, but a medium-grade spirit stone cannot be exchanged for a demon heart!"

"There is a special place in Sanzong Haicheng to purchase demon hearts."

"The price of a demon heart is not fixed. The last time I left Haicheng, I remember that the price was a low-grade demon heart, which could be exchanged for 500 low-grade spirit stones!

I remember that the highest price was 1,000!" The old man said slowly.

When Meng Hao heard this, even with his cultivation, his mind suddenly buzzed. There were almost 10,000 low-grade demon hearts in his pocket. If you count it this way... that's 10 million low-grade spirit stones.

This number immediately caused an unprecedented wave of excitement in Meng Hao's mind. His mind was buzzing, and he even found it hard to believe. He had never seen so many spirit stones in his life, and his breathing was a little rapid at this moment.

"How much did you say?" Meng Hao asked subconsciously.

"The low-grade demon heart ranges from a few hundred to a thousand, and the price is not fixed..." The old man glanced at Meng Hao, but he didn't think Meng Hao was strange. No matter who heard this for the first time, they would be so shocked.

"What about the demon heart comparable to the middle-grade spirit stone?" Meng Hao asked immediately.

"That kind of thing is a treasure. The purchase price is almost fixed and does not fluctuate much. One can be exchanged for about 10,000 low-grade spirit stones!" The old man touched the storage bag, hesitated, and still told the truth.

Meng Hao's mouth suddenly became dry. There were nearly 30,000 such demon hearts in his storage bag. He calculated in his mind, and when he came up with a number, his mind buzzed again.

He suddenly understood why some people would risk their lives to come here.

"I'm rich, I've really made a fortune this time!" Meng Hao couldn't suppress his excitement. Getting rich was his dream since he was a child. Now it was suddenly realized, which made Meng Hao's heart beat faster.

"There are even rarer top-grade demon hearts. I can't tell how much they cost, because every time such top-grade demon hearts are auctioned at auctions.

But I remember that last time, a top-grade demon heart was sold at a sky-high price of 670,000!" The old man looked at Meng Hao and said.

Meng Hao was ecstatic again when he heard this. There were nearly 10,000 such top-grade demon hearts in his storage bag. When he calculated the price, Meng Hao felt like a big ingot was happily thrown at him.

But then, Meng Hao's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered that four of the seven or eight demon hearts he tried to use when copying were high-grade demon hearts.

Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his chest, and his heart was instantly tangled.

"This... I... I wasted more than two million spirit stones? His grandmother's, this..." Meng Hao had the urge to yell and curse. After taking a few deep breaths, he used the two thousand best spirit stones he had ever used. Use spiritual stones to comfort yourself and find balance.

"Is there a more precious demon heart, such as a demon heart that is comparable to the best spiritual stones?" Meng Hao suddenly asked. There was such a demon heart in his storage bag, which was taken from a giant with a white bone flower. .

"There is no such demon heart, or I am not cultivated enough to have access to such spiritual stones. However, within the third ring, there is a rare treasure called the White Bone Demon Heart. Any one of this kind of treasure is priceless. ." The old man thought for a while and replied.

Meng Hao was shocked. He was almost instantly sure that the demon heart the size of a baby's head in the storage bag was the white-bone demon heart the other party called it.

"In addition, the most important thing is that in Sanzonghai City, most of the items need to be exchanged for demon hearts. This is why I care about demon hearts.

This middle-grade demon heart, combined with my previous savings, can be exchanged for Yang Dan Powder, which can provide me... my disciple with no worries in the Dan Formation Realm. "The old man took a few steps back, cupped his fists and bowed to Meng Hao.

Meng Hao smiled slightly. He was in a very good mood at the moment. When he nodded, the only thought in his mind was to go to Sanzonghai City and sell the demon heart in exchange for a large number of spiritual stones.

"With these spiritual stones... I am confident that I can make a hundred wooden swords that are ten years old and form the third lotus formation!" Meng Hao took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart. He clearly understood that once A hundred wooden swords of time cannot be owned by outsiders except yourself. No matter in the past or in the future, they must be rare or even non-existent.

Unless... you have a bronze mirror and use its heaven-defying replication to achieve it, otherwise, it is impossible to refine a hundred wooden swords of time. After all, every time the power of time is imprinted, the sword will be shattered if it fails. , the frequency of this failure is really shockingly high.

"I can even copy the tip of the sword of time!" The light in Meng Hao's eyes became brighter and brighter. When he turned around and was about to leave, suddenly, the woman behind the old man looked at Meng Hao, bit her silver teeth, and said, He stepped forward directly, cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Meng Hao.

"Junior pays homage to senior."

Meng Hao had already stepped out and looked back at the woman after hearing this.

At the same time, the expression of the old man beside the woman changed immediately, and he immediately grabbed the woman, a cold light flashed in his eyes, revealing murderous intent.

"Fellow Taoist, I am an ignorant disciple. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist, and I will take my leave!" The old man said, and when he touched the old woman, he was about to retreat. The woman was grabbed by the arm, her cultivation was sealed, and she could not speak. There was despair in his eyes, and he was even more intent on dying.

Meng Hao frowned. He had already seen that the two of them were not master and disciple. Even the old man had guessed something about it based on Meng Hao's experience.

He didn't want to pay attention to this matter, but the despair in the woman's eyes made the figure of a woman suddenly appear in Meng Hao's mind.

"Back then, she had the same look in the Qingluo Sect's ancient blessed land."

"Wait a minute." Meng Hao sighed secretly, and when he spoke, his body had already appeared in front of the old man.

The old man's expression changed again, but he didn't notice it at all. In his senses, it was clear that the other person was still behind him, but what he saw in his eyes was already in front of him. This scene made him feel a thump in his heart.

"Let her finish." Meng Hao said slowly. After all, the old man told him some information he wanted to know, and Meng Hao was unwilling to take action against him.

The old man was silent and slowly let go of his hand.

The woman's body trembled, her cultivation recovered, and her eyes revealed the so-called light. That light contained hope. She leaned forward and bowed to Meng Hao again.

"Senior came to Tianhe Sea for the first time. I don't know the details. Access to this three-ring sea city is extremely strict. It is difficult for outsiders to understand the various residences in the city.

The junior has grown up in Haicheng and knows all the ways inside. If the senior does not dislike it, the junior is willing to guide the senior. In this way, the senior can save time in Haicheng and achieve what he wants as soon as possible. "(To be continued)