Chapter 911 Dry Earth Town Demon Formation

Since Han Changming asked him to take action, the supernatural powers of the fifth-order poisonous insect should not be small.

Han Changming did not hide the truth from Taoist Zihu, and told the truth.

It is known that there are two fifth-level poisonous insects, a middle-level fifth-level soul-devouring scorpion and a low-level eight-winged wind-winged scorpion. The latter has the blood of a true dragon with wind attributes and is good at wind escape.

So many years have passed, maybe there will be more fifth-order poisonous insects, or two fifth-order poisonous insects will make great progress.

"Even Xuanyangzong's cultivator who transformed himself into a god couldn't kill them with the Tongtian Lingbao. This is a bit tricky."

Taoist Purple Gourd looked distressed. He turned his eyes and landed on the blue gourd in Han Changming's hand, and said in a deep voice, "One price, ten altars of snow lotus are drunk, and I will help you get rid of them."

Han Changming was taken aback for a moment, dubiously doubting that Zihu Taoist has such great supernatural powers? Or bragging?

"I don't have so many snow lotus drunks, I have invited other fellow daoists."

Han Changming shook his head straight. It's not that he can't get it out. He invited a number of cultivators to help him for another purpose. In addition to ensuring that everything is safe, he also wanted to take this opportunity to deepen his relationship with other cultivators.

There are comings and goings, Han Changming asked them to help kill the poisonous insects, they can ask Han Changming to make alchemy.

"Three altars of snow lotus drunk! This is the deposit, how about it?"

Taoist Purple Gourd stared at the blue gourd in Han Changming's hand, full of anticipation.

Han Changming agreed and handed the blue gourd to Taoist Zihu.

Taoist Purple Gourd directly poured wine into his mouth, full of intoxication.

"If you want to leave, use this messaging snail to contact me."

Taoist Zihu took out a palm-sized blue conch and handed it to Han Changming.

Han Changming nodded and put away the messenger conch.

After chatting for a while, Taoist Purple Gourd took his leave. Before he had gone far, he drank up the spiritual wine in the green gourd and staggered out of the tea house.

Han Changming returned to Qingshi Square again and wandered around to see if he could catch the leak.

He walked around a few times, but couldn't pick up the leak.

As the sky gradually darkened, the number of pedestrians on the street increased instead of decreasing, and the lights were brightly lit, making it more lively.

Han Changming appeared at the door of a nine-storey golden attic with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings. The plaque read "Seven Immortals Building" in three big characters. Two Yuanying stage guards were guarding the door.

Han Changming strode towards Qixian Tower, but the guards did not stop him.

The lobby of the Seven Immortals Building is spacious and bright, and more than a dozen young and beautiful maids in blue shirts are lined up neatly.

As soon as Han Changming walked in, a maid in green shirt walked over quickly and said respectfully, "Senior, please follow me, Senior Xu and the others are upstairs."

Han Changming nodded, and followed the maid in blue to go upstairs.

Not long after, they came to the seventh floor, where Fang Yuruo and more than ten Huashen monks were drinking tea and chatting.

"Friend Daoist Han has arrived."

Fang Yuruo greeted with a smile. She pointed to Xu Ruolin and introduced, "Xu Xianzi, this is the Fellow Daoist Han I mentioned to you."

"Han Changming, I met Xu Xianzi."

Han Changming clasped his fists and said in a warm tone.

Xu Ruolin looked Han Changming up and down, and said with a smile: "I heard that Fellow Daoist Han is an alchemist, let's talk about it later."

Han Changming agreed, sat down, and chatted with Fang Yuruo and others.

A lot of monks came in one after another, most of them were in the middle stage of transformation, and there were also a few in the late stage of transformation.

Han Changming was secretly surprised, the appeal of the Seven Immortals Merchant Alliance is not small, and these cultivators of the Transformation Spirit should rush to Xuanyang Star because of the face of the Seven Immortals Merchant Alliance.

Half a quarter of an hour later, an old man in a red robe with a rosy face came up with a young woman in a golden skirt with gorgeous features.

The red-robed old man had a goatee, tall and thin, with good facial features, his eyes were not angry and prestige, and his aura was somewhat stronger than Xu Ruolin's.

The skin of the young woman in the golden skirt is Saixue, her pair of peach blossom eyes are watery, her twin peaks are towering, and her breath is weaker than that of the old man in red robe.

"Hey, it's Sun Daoyou from Lieyangmen."

Fang Yuruo let out a light sigh, and her eyes fell on the old man in the red robe.

"Fire Yang Sect? Fellow Daoist Sun?"

Han Changming remembered that Lieyang star has a Lieyang gate, and there is a fifth-rank alchemist named Sun Yan in Lieyang gate, who has a high level of alchemy. Could it be this person.

"Mrs. Wu from Xuanshui Palace is also here. I heard that something happened to Mrs. Wu. It seems to be a rumor."

A skinny old man in black robe chuckled, his eyes sunken, and a strong evil spirit exuded from his body.

"Hmph, old ghost Xuanyin, you're not dead, so I'm naturally alive and well."

The young woman in the golden skirt snorted coldly and retorted.

Listen to their words, their relationship is not good.

"Old man Lie Yang Xing Lie Yang Clan Sun Yan, I have met fellow Taoists."

The old man in red robe cupped his fists and introduced himself.

"My concubine is Xuanshui star Xuanshui Palace Wu Li, and I have met fellow Taoists."

The young woman in the golden skirt introduced herself.

Xu Ruolin invited them to sit down, drink tea and chat together.

After a cup of tea, thirty-two monks who had transformed themselves into gods had gathered in the venue. There were as many as seven in the late stage of transformed gods, and they were not conspicuous at all in the early stage of transformed gods.

Everyone first talked about the anecdotes of the world of cultivating immortals, and then exchanged cultivation experience, and skilled talents exchanged skills.

Xu Ruolin, Han Changming, Fang Yuruo, Nangong Yuefeng and others exchanged alchemy experience. Xu Ruolin was born in the Seven Immortals Merchant Alliance, with a distinguished background and a lot of knowledge.

She had a lot of fantastic ideas in alchemy, and Han Changming got some inspiration.

After exchanging ideas, three hours had passed, Xu Ruolin proposed to exchange things.

Exchanging things was her main purpose, and the monks did not refuse, they attended the party, except to make friends with Xu Ruolin, they just wanted to exchange some good things.

As the initiator, Xu Ruolin was the first to exchange. She took out hundreds of materials, including 3,000-year-old elixirs, fifth-tier refining materials, fifth-tier demon pills, fifth-tier ores, elixir, fifth-tier spirit water, and fifth-tier formations. Dharma, Lingbao and other materials.

"For something of the same value, some weird things are fine."

Xu Ruolin's gaze flicked over the monks present. She had no shortage of common fifth-level materials. The Little Immortal Cultivator might have good things, but limited by their eyesight, they couldn't recognize them.

Not to mention, Xu Ruolin brought out quite a lot of good things, including two high-grade spirit treasures, worthy of being a descendant of a fit monk.

All the monks sent messages to Xu Ruolin one after another, and took out their treasures to Xu Ruolin to check, but most of them failed to exchange. Fang Yuruo and Nangong Yuefeng exchanged two 3000-year-old elixir. As for what to exchange, outsiders don't know.

"Xu Xianzi, how about I exchange some black glass water with you for the fifth-order formation to dry the earth to suppress the demon formation?"

Han Changming took out the purple mysterious bottle, handed it to Xu Ruolin, and said via voice transmission.

"The water of the black glass?"

With a curious expression on Xu Ruolin's face, she took the purple mysterious bottle and uncorked the bottle, a pungent smell gushed out, and all the monks frowned.

She quickly corked the bottle, and the pungent smell disappeared.

"No problem, I want five hundred catties of black glass water."

Xu Ruolin said via voice transmission.