There was a crisp sound, and everyone took a closer look, and it turned out to be the skeleton of a ghost monk.
The ghost monk seemed to have lost his breath, and even his muscles and bones were shattered, which made people gasp.
What kind of power is it that can beat this kind of ghost like this?
"Hahaha, what the pavilion master expected is true, there are really good treasures here!" An extremely insolent voice came from outside the door.
Someone walked in with one step, but he didn't expect that this person was Long Shun who had just fled in a hurry.
As soon as Long Shun came in, he saw everyone from the Five Elements Sect at a glance.
Looking at each other, Long Shun froze in place.
"The dog thief of Guiyuan Pavilion, you dare to appear in front of me!" Fang Jun was furious, and threw the magic weapon at Longshun.
A group of people from the Five Elements Sect were equally angry, casting their own spells one after another, and smashing towards the dragon by the way.
"Let's see who dares to do it!"
Suddenly, from behind Longshun came a voice full of aura.
A middle-aged man in brocade clothes suddenly took a step forward, and a powerful aura was emitted immediately. The countless spells of the Five Elements Sect seemed to fall on the cotton, and immediately dissipated.
The middle-aged man glanced at the monks of the Five Elements Sect, and said with a sneer: "Why, you are so insolent when your master is not here! Is this what the old Taoist of the Five Elements taught you!"
When Fang Jun saw the middle-aged man, his expression suddenly changed.
Glancing at Long Shun fiercely, Fang Jun clasped his fists and said, "Pavilion Master Pang, this matter is a misunderstanding."
Even though, Long Shun forcibly captured a monk from the Five Elements Sect to block the ghost monk's fatal blow for him.
Even though, all of this is Long Shun's fault.
But in the face of powerful forces, Fang Jun wisely chose to compromise.
This middle-aged man is Pang Yun, the owner of Guiyuan Pavilion, one of the seven great immortal sects in the Southern Wilderness.
He is a strong man of the Great Zhou. Even if everyone's cultivation is suppressed here, this kind of monk can still exert great power.
Long Shun looked at Fang Jun arrogantly, snorted coldly, and a group of Guiyuan Pavilion disciples filed in behind him.
"Pavilion Master, there are a lot of treasures in this place!" Long Shun's eyes immediately fell on the surrounding treasures.
In the prison hall, there are many magic weapons scattered around.
Many of these magic weapons are held by the ghost messengers, but now that the ghost messengers have died, these magic weapons have become ownerless things.
The group of Guiyuan Pavilion disciples who came in also saw these magic weapons, and their eyes lit up.
After all, they came here to snatch treasures.
Although it has been a bit of experience, everyone's eyes suddenly brightened when they saw these treasures again.
"Haha, this mirror is not bad!" A Guiyuan Pavilion monk directly took down a mirror hanging on the wall with his hands.
He took it in his hand and weighed it, ready to try the use of this mirror.
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in the mirror.
That figure has the same face as the monk, but there is a ferocious sneer on his face!
"Ah!" The monk was shocked, and hurriedly prepared to throw the mirror away.
Just, it's too late.
Suddenly, two white arms stretched out from the mirror, grabbed the monk forcefully, and dragged him directly into the mirror.
The monk screamed, and was instantly swallowed by the mirror.
The hands of some monks who were reaching out to the surrounding treasures also stopped suddenly.
No one thought that these seemingly ordinary magic weapons turned out to be extremely dangerous.
"Mortal boy, what are you doing!" Suddenly, Long Shun's voice sounded. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com