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Li Xiaofei could clearly see that it was a broken piece of armor, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on it were comparable to an intermediate magical weapon.
Wearing it on the body is enough to withstand a blow from a half-step Shenhai realm master.
It can be regarded as a good life-saving magic weapon.
¡°I just didn¡¯t expect that the wellhead could actually spurt out treasure.
The monks who were watching were immediately furious and rushed forward in a swarm.
"Haha, the baby is finally born."
"That armor is mine. If anyone dares to steal it from me, I will destroy him."
"Ah how dare you plot against me."
On the way, there were already many monks with red eyes, taking action against each other.
? ?There are many old friends among them.
But in front of such treasures, friendship becomes worthless and has long been forgotten.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
There are treasures constantly spurting out from the well.
Among them are the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Bead, the Variety Divine Fruit, the Fire of Hell, etc. Many of them are high-level magic weapons.
There is even a semi-finished king-level magic weapon among them.
When the half-finished king-level magic weapon erupted from the well.
Most of the monks present were crazy about it, like a group of vicious wolves rushing forward.
Even the little boy riding the wooden horse spit out the lollipop in his mouth, turned into a bolt of lightning, and rushed over.
There were several monks in the spiritual stage in front of them, but they were knocked away by him.
A large bluestone not far away was smashed into pieces. The gravel was scattered everywhere, and people were killed on the spot.
This little boy turned out to be a legendary master of the Divine Sea Realm, and everyone was shocked.
Baby is important, but life is more important.
Those hot-headed monks ran away in fear, and no one dared to fight with the little boy.
Finally, the little boy rushed to the top of the well and grabbed a white petal.
The petals are unusually strange, and the whole body exudes a bright and gentle light, like an elf from hell.
"This is the flower of the other shore!"
According to legend, the flower of the other shore only blooms in hell, containing the cold and evil energy of hell, and blooms only once in five hundred years.
¡° If this cold evil energy can be transformed into majestic spiritual energy, it will be enough for a Shenhai realm master to improve by one level.
??For the benefits of masters in the realm of gods and gods, not to mention the effects, it is not surprising that it can change fate against the will of heaven!
The little boy grabbed the petals of the other side and laughed proudly.
At this time, the old Taoist and the Dead Sea Goddess also stood up one after another, blocking the little boy's way, looking at him with eager eyes, as if they were ready to snatch him.
"Put down those petals, and I will spare your life!"
The voice of the Dead Sea Goddess sounds colder than solid ice, and ice spurts out of her mouth.
The cold is so cold that even rocks can be frozen to pieces.
Around her body, there was also a circle of ice air.
The old Taoist clasped his hands together and announced a Taoist slogan.
"The Lord of Infinite Life!"
The Taoist robes on his body were fluttering, and a hurricane was rising around his body. The murderous aura was steaming, and he was obviously ready to take action.
Even the drunkard who had been sleeping woke up and clapped the wine gourd in his hand.
Phew!
I saw a tongue of fire spurting out, turning into a fire dragon more than ten meters long in mid-air, and it opened its teeth and claws at the little boy.
The little boy was just suspended above the wellhead, with a cold light flashing in his big eyes, and he said with a sneer.
"What, are you joining forces?"
"I really thought I was afraid of you!"
After saying that, he patted the storage bag hanging on his waist, and there was a black rattle in his hand.
That rattle looks like a child¡¯s toy.
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As soon as the rattle turned, it made a breathtaking sound.
This voice sounded like a demon singing in a low voice.
Many monks with low cultivation level heard this voice.
First, his eyes became blank, and then he started dancing, as if he was drunk, and made bursts of crazy screams from his mouth.
Until the spiritual energy in their bodies is consumed.After a while, he died of exhaustion, lying on the ground foaming at the mouth and his lips turned black.
It looks like this is a sign of poisoning.
But in fact, he was injured by the magic sound of the little boy's rattle. The spiritual energy in his body flowed uncontrollably in his veins, destroying his foundation and losing his life.
The goddess of the Dead Sea, the Taoist priest, and the drunkard joined forces to fight for the flower of the other side in the hands of the little boy.
Even if the little boy is powerful, he is still no match for these three masters.
Because any one of these three people has a higher level of cultivation than him.
Bang!
The rattle exploded and turned into a billowing black mist, just like a dark cloud shrouding it, blocking people's sight.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the little boy turned into a bolt of lightning, took advantage of the opportunity and ran away.
The direction in which the other party fled was actually towards Li Xiaofan.
But Li Xiaofan didn¡¯t try to snatch it.
Because he felt that things were far from as simple as they seemed.
Why does this ancient well spurt out treasures for no reason?
Is it just because of the full moon night?
Facts have proved that Li Xiaofei¡¯s guess was right.
Suddenly at this moment, a dark shadow emerged from the ancient well.
To be precise, it was a braided black hair, more than ten feet long, like a devil's hair, shining with a strange black light.
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Then, the black braid was suddenly released, turning into countless thin and long threads, spreading in all directions.
But all the monks who had captured the treasure before were instantly entangled in these black silk threads and dragged into the well.
The monks were panicked.
"Oh my God, what is this? It's so scary!"
"Even the sword in my hand, which is always sharp enough to cut through iron, can't stop piercing it."
"No, throw away the treasure in your hands quickly and run for your life."
But it¡¯s too late.
No matter how fast they moved, they couldn't move faster than those black threads, and they were dragged into the ancient well one after another.
I heard screams coming from inside the well.
However, after a while, the sound disappeared.
There was silence for about a moment, and then some fragmented bones were thrown up with bloody minced meat on them.
Under the white moonlight, this scene looked even more terrifying.
Many monks around were frightened, and the hair on their bodies stood up.
"Mom, what on earth is in this well?"
"It looks like those people were eaten by something underground."
"Everyone, run away quickly."
Including the little boy, everyone was entangled in the black silk thread and kept being dragged into the well mouth.
The little boy made bursts of angry sounds.
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Those were his magical weapons, which were slashing hard at those hateful threads, making a sound of gold and iron intersecting.
However, even if he tried his best, it was all to no avail.
The seemingly weak silk thread is actually extremely tough and can be cut endlessly.
Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the ancient well, a look of fear flashed in the little boy's eyes.
He gritted his teeth, swung his sword and cut off the arm wrapped with silk thread, and was able to escape. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com