Chapter 647 He Is Worthy of the Name of Demon Lord, and Behaves Like a Demon!

Since joining the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, Luo Chen has only experienced a few missions.

Especially the most common monster hunting mission, he has never done it once.

Therefore, he is not very clear about the details of the transaction.

At this moment, in this Taiping Fortress, several foundation-building true cultivators spent half a day to identify the monsters he took out one by one. When they encountered something they didn't understand, they sweated and frequently took out the sound transmission magic tool to talk to another skilled appraiser who was not here.

Finally, they finally got the relevant results.

The four monster corpses can be sold to the Monster Hunting Bureau for about 2.6 million spirit stones.

At the same time, the converted merit value is enough for Luo Chen to be promoted from a five-star monster hunter to a six-star, and it is more than enough.

Such a result is not unexpected by Luo Chen.

After all, they are four great monster kings of the third stage that are comparable to great cultivators!

If ordinary people can hunt one, it is enough to brag for a lifetime, not to mention that Luo Chen killed four at once.

The only thing that surprised Luo Chen was the price of the demon king's corpse.

He had been practicing all the way and had experienced many transactions of demon beast corpses, so he was very sensitive to various prices.

The price of a regular first-level demon beast was only a few thousand low-grade spirit stones.

The price of a second-level demon beast was about ten thousand spirit stones, and the corpse had to be relatively intact.

The price of a third-level demon beast was expensive, often hundreds of thousands, and divided into different levels.

The price of an early demon king was one price, the price of a middle-level demon king was another price, and the price of a late-stage demon king was several times or even dozens of times!

Of course, this was the trading price of the demon beast corpses in the East Wilderness.

In the North Sea, because the sea area is vast and various demon beasts emerge in an endless stream, the price of demon beasts is relatively low.

But no matter how low it is, these are four great demon kings in the late third level!

Not to mention two million, it is natural to sell them for seven or eight million in total.

"Two million? Are you kidding me?" Luo Chen asked in a deep voice.

Under the pressure of his imposing aura, several foundation-building cultivators trembled and looked to the silent Dao Lan for help.

Dao Lan was helpless.

Facing Luo Chen's gaze, he sighed, "The Demon Hunting Division purchases demon beast materials, and the internal price is usually half of the external price. Haven't you learned about this over the years?"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, quite displeased.

In his heart, it was a little bit clear, no wonder Zhang Jiadi and his wife risked being punished by the Demon Hunting Division to sell the demon beasts they hunted to the Giant Whale Port.

This internal price was too much.

It was not a half-cut, it was clearly 64, or even 73.

Dao Lan saw that Luo Chen was unhappy, and he patiently explained a few more words when he needed help.

"Although the price is low, you can actually exchange a part of it for the merit points needed to upgrade the star level of the demon hunter."

"Moreover, the lost part can be replenished from the internal resource exchange of the demon hunting department through the discount of the demon hunter star level."

"It's not low. It has been this price for so many years."

"Besides, the corpses of the demon beasts you have are mostly damaged, and they can't reach the best transaction price."

"Even if you upgrade your star level to a nine-star demon hunter one day, you can also get the resources of the Wanxian Association for infant formation. Compared with that, this loss is nothing at all."

Listening to this seemingly rough and warmongering person comforting himself with a tone of family matters and quibbling, Luo Chen also felt quite ridiculous in his heart.

"Okay, okay, just two million, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

This amount of spiritual stones is a huge sum of money in the eyes of ordinary Jindan cultivators. Just renting an ordinary third-level spiritual land can be used for cultivation for a long time.

But in Luo Chen's view, it is not worth mentioning.

Not to mention the increasing output of Penghu Spirit Land in recent years, he had already harvested more than 30 million spirit stones from the storage bag of the Lord of Baizao Mountain!

That was a real huge sum of money!

Baizao Mountain, a major casting company, was extremely rich.

Obviously, the Lord of Baizao Mountain brought most of his personal wealth with him on this trip, and in the end, it was cheaper for Luo Chen.

He was unhappy before, not because he cared about the price, but simply because he didn't want to suffer a loss.

Now that the rules are like this, he is too lazy to argue.

Dao Lan was a little surprised, "Isn't it 2.6 million?"

Luo Chen snorted, "Sell the other corpses to the Monster Hunting Division, but I'll take this Sea Demon Dragon away myself!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and put the dried Sea Demon Dragon corpse directly into the Thunder Ring.

The other appraisers looked at each other, and finally did not dare to say a word.

Dao Lan deliberately reminded Luo Chen that it was best to take it for his own use, and not to circulate it outside the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, otherwise it would be easy to be punished by the Monster Hunting Division.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Luo Chen had already agreed to sell him the sawtooth of the Jiaoyan Sawtooth Shark, and it was at a very low price. He got a great deal, so why offend him at this moment?

Besides, the Wanxian Association strictly manages low-level cultivators, and the constraints on their high-star monster hunters are not that strong.

Let him go!

After handling the matter here, Luo Chen had no more nostalgia, and said goodbye to Dao Lan and returned to the cave.

After resting for two days, he rushed to the sinking sea again.

After he left, the name of Qingyang Demon Lord had spread in Taiping Fortress.

And this time, the discussion heat of the casual cultivators was several times stronger than the last time Dao Lan killed the golden-horned silver rhino.

The strength of Dao Lan had long been accustomed to the casual cultivators in the fortress, and even killing the golden-horned silver rhinoceros was just icing on the cake.

But Qingyang Demon Lord, the Jindan Master who was famous for casting weapons in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, had such a brilliant record when he first entered the battlefield, how could it not be talked about with relish.

The only thing that made everyone itchy was probably that in various discussions, the real means of Qingyang Demon Lord to defeat the enemy rarely appeared.

Everyone only knew that he had this strength, but they didn’t know what magic weapon he relied on, or what kind of secret technique.

…

In a lake on a small island, there were gloomy clouds and thick fog, and the ghostly air was eerie.

Luo Chen was hanging high in the sky.

The magnificent sun was dazzling in the sky, but the light could not penetrate into the ghost fog below.

And in Luo Chen’s body, it seemed that there was also a sun, emitting endless light.

The natal golden elixir kept spinning!

The natal magic weapon Hunyuan Ding shone brightly, and the surging magic power was swayed with special formation patterns, forming the so-called Senluo Fire Prison in the void!

Thousands of low-level monsters were crying and wailing under his feet.

A demon king in the middle stage of the third order looked up at the sky unwillingly, and roared at the red-robed Taoist priest. He just sacrificed a magic flying sword in his hand, which was not very handy, and then staggered and fell to the ground, seemingly completely out of control.

Under the suppression of the Senluo Fire Prison, if it was a powerful demon king, he might be able to resist.

But these low-level monsters could only be slaughtered.

Even a demon king in the middle stage of the third order could not mobilize the demon power freely, and even the magic weapon could not be controlled.

He wanted to use his body to collide with the red-robed Taoist priest, but in the dense ghost energy around him, the ghost kings that flew out from time to time drilled into his body, and the impact made the other party unable to control his body.

In this case, Luo Chen could activate the original true fire without any pressure and refine these still alive monsters.

Burn, refine, devour vitality, and feed back to oneself!

"The price that the Ten Thousand Immortals Association buys monsters is too low. Instead of selling them, it is better to achieve yourself."

While controlling the Senluo Fire Prison to suppress the monsters, Luo Chen used the original true fire to burn vitality, and even had enough energy to think about other things.

When the fourth-level withering true fire burned everything and landed on the monster that looked like a deer but not a deer, and like a sheep but not a sheep, several ghost kings hurriedly escaped and flew to the side to wait.

After about a dozen breaths, Luo Chen slowly retracted the original true fire.

The Senluo Fire Prison that suppressed everything also suddenly dissipated.

Luo Chen floated in the air, closed his eyes, and felt the changes in his body.

"Thousands of low-level monsters, plus a third-level monster king, the vitality converted is not even half of that mermaid."

"But a mosquito leg is also meat, a little bit adds up, and it will always form a qualitative change."

On the other side of the Sinking Sea, it is hard to find a big monster king, but there are all kinds of low-level monsters.

Kill them all, there are still endless ones on the other side of the Arctic Night Sky.

Luo Chen believes that if he spends more effort, he will always gain something, and this process is not dangerous for him at all.

The only problem is that Luo Chen finds that the vitality that the withered and flourishing true fire can feed back is getting less and less.

Luo Chen is quite confused about this.

Is it that the monster grade is not enough, or that the carrying limit of his body has reached the extreme?

Or, is it that the withered and flourishing true fire restricts himself?

Shaking his head, Luo Chen opened his eyes.

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air and waved his hand.

Whoosh!

A black flag fell into his hand. At the same time, the ghost generals and ghost kings flying all around, and even the dense ghost energy, all entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

At this moment, the scorching sun and burning gazes from the outside world fell on Luo Chen.

"It's the Demon Lord Qingyang, he's out!"

"Show some respect, you have to call him Master, or Senior Qingyangzi!"

"What do you know, some big guys just like this."

"Never mind, I don't know what the results of the Demon Lord's battle are?"

The burning gazes, as Luo Chen appeared, finally fell on the bottom of the lake under his feet, which had been burned dry and only had a dry riverbed.

No monster corpse was seen, only thick ashes.

Everyone looked at each other, and an incredible guess emerged in their hearts.

Could it be...

"Impossible, the monsters entrenched on this island are good at joint attacks in formations. Even if the five people including Master Guo joined forces, they could not conquer this island, but the Demon Lord killed them all by himself?"

"What's impossible? Master Guo and his people are not orthodox Jindan cultivators, but pseudo-alchemists who were promoted by refining demon pills. Can the Demon Lord not kill the monsters that they couldn't kill?"

"But this... no bones are left, no bones are left!"

Amid the exclamations, Luo Chen seemed to be unaware.

His eyes fell on the five Jindan cultivators in front of the crowd.

When his eyes were focused on them, the five people couldn't help but clasp their fists and salute.

"Guo Fengdao greets the Demon Lord!"

Luo Chen didn't intend to remember their names, they were just a few pseudo-alchemists, but now he had something to ask.

According to the previous intelligence, this group of monsters was not on the island, which means that the intelligence was wrong.

Next, he had to hunt other low-level monsters. In order to prevent similar situations, it would be better to ask these people clearly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Guo Fengdao and others immediately told him the information about the recent gathering of monsters.

"Frog Mouth Whirlpool...Cangqingyuan...Xuluhai...Sanqingxia..."

He memorized each place name.

These places are where a large number of low-level monsters gather, which is very different from the information on the troop distribution map given by Taiping Fortress Shentu.

After all, monsters don't always stay in a fixed place.

In particular, there are the hunts of immortal cultivators.

They will also change places.

After Luo Chen wrote down these places, he nodded and thanked a few people, and then hurriedly flew away.

After he left, Guo Fengdao and others stood together, looking at each other, without saying a word for a long time.

As Jindan monks, even if they are pseudo-alchemists, they are indeed powerful men with magic power.

Therefore, in front of Luo Chen, he can intuitively feel the power of the other party!

Even though the opponent had restrained a lot of spiritual pressure, the mana fluctuations as deep as the sea still made them unable to withstand them.

It took a long time before Guo Fengdao uttered a word.

"If he wants to kill us, he probably won't need three moves!"

…

In the following months, Luo Chen frequently appeared on the battlefield of the Sinking Sea Demon.

Everywhere you go, the first thing to do is to unfurl the Ten Thousand Souls Flags to block the sight of both inside and outside.

Then he used the Senluo Fire Hell to suppress the low-level monsters, and then used the original true fire to forcibly burn them and extract their vitality.

When encountering a more powerful third-level demon king, you can only use a few Qingyang big hand seals at most. If you find it troublesome, you can easily win with a glare.

After he leaves, it often means that hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of low-level monsters have disappeared.

No bones left!

Such overbearing and frequent actions caused the casual cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society on the battlefield to go from shock and horror to numbness.

The name of Qingyang Demon Lord has also been praised time and time again, surpassing the honorific title of Qingyangzi.

Luo Chen could naturally feel the growing awe of others towards him.

But he didn't care at all and still went his own way.

However, Jin Dan, the guard from the Taiping Fortress, came with an order from Shen Tu and asked him what to do with the corpse of the monster he killed.

He dealt with it all by crushing the bones and scattering ashes.

As Demon Lord Qingyang became more and more popular, Shentu had no choice but to let him do what he wanted.

In general, it is a good thing for the first line of defense that Luo Chen kills so much.

A large number of low-level monsters were slaughtered, which meant that the pressure on the Taiping Fortress was continuously reduced. Who could say anything?

This day.

A ray of light landed in a turbulent sea area.

Luo Chen looked up and saw three giant peaks towering over the sea.

Three waves of turbulent sea water continue to meet in the canyon, but they are clearly distinct.

Sanqing Gorge!

Connecting the sunken sea, the current sea area, and a dangerous place in the Arctic sea.

According to the intelligence, there is a huge group of monster beasts numbering no less than 30,000 entrenched here.

Among them, there are no less than five third-level demon kings alone!

There is even a big demon king lurking in the sea on the side of Sanqing Gorge facing the Sunken Sea.

Luo Chen's target was not the big demon king, but the 30,000 low-level demon beasts.

"If I can swallow up the vitality of this group of monster beasts, my merits will be complete."

Luo Chen murmured to himself before stepping into the Sanqing Gorge area.

But when he was about to take a step, his movement stopped, and a big man was coming over the waves with a knife.

It's Dao Lan.

"Long time no see, fellow Taoist Dao Lan."

Dao Lan's expression was slightly stern, and when he saw Luo Chen's face as red as blood, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The long knife in his hand was trembling uncontrollably, emitting bloodthirsty desires.

"How is that possible!"

"He attacks so frequently, which logically consumes a lot of mana. Why does this person seem to me to be getting stronger and stronger!"

"What's going on with that uncontrollable boiling blood and exuberant vitality?"

"My golden sword is more excited to see him than to see the Great Demon King!"

Dao Lan kept roaring in his heart, but he still maintained restraint on his face.

"Demon Lord, long time no see, why are you here at Sanqing Gorge?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly and asked instead, "What about you?"

Dao Lan frowned, "I'm here for that giant squid!"

Luo Chen said oh, then smiled casually.

"In that case, I'll leave that troublesome guy to you, and I'll take care of the rest."

Such a big deal?

Dao Lan was surprised for a moment and reminded: "There are other casual cultivators here who have been doing monster hunting missions for a long time. Fellow Taoists should be careful when they take action."

"Haha, do people of my generation still care about these things?"

Luo Chen laughed and jumped straight into the majestic canyon.

Dao Lan stood behind, looking at the back of the broad robe with big sleeves that looked like fire, and murmured: "You are worthy of the name of a demon king, he looks like a demon!"