Ding Xing was not interested.

Yan Wuque's words could no longer impress him.

Earlier, Bai Fu also said that there was news about the daughter of Chi Lian, but it led Ding Xing into a trap. Bai Fu and Yan Wuque were in the same group, and neither deserved Ding Xing's trust.

Seeing that Ding Xing did not answer, Yan Wuque only cared about refining the wine, and brought the topic to the wine: "It seems that fellow Taoists are knowledgeable and have recognized the origin of this wine, but if you pick the wine from the ghost group, it is much thinner. Even if you refine them all, it is not enough for you to refine a magic weapon of Qi."

Ding Xing did not make a treasure, but since Yan Wuque mentioned the smell of alcohol, he casually said: "The smell of alcohol in this city is indeed not enough for me. If you have this kind of spiritual wine, you might as well take it out. Then I can not care about you about your conspiracy with me."

Yan Wuque shook his head immediately: "First of all, I didn't plot against you, I just plotted against this poisonous monk covered in green skin! Secondly, I don't have spiritual wine. Even if I really have it, if you want it, you must take out the equivalent ingredient treasures to exchange with me. If you want to ask for it for nothing, then you have to beat me!"

He has been hiding in this underground demon city for quite a short time, and he has already set up many retreats for himself. The location he is entrenched at this moment connects the underground passage. If Ding Xing really wants to fight with him, even if he can't fight, it will be easy to slip away.

Besides, he may not lose.

Ding Xing looked at the dense blood mist surrounding him, and his divine thoughts could not penetrate. Even if he released the little book demon, he could not lock in his true body, so he gave up the idea of ​​attacking.

Ding Xing said, "Do you have spiritual wine? If not, please don't waste my time."

Yan Wuque immediately replied to him clearly: "Although I don't have spiritual wine, I have treasures that are more valuable than spiritual wine! In the past, I accidentally entered an ancient medicine garden and found a hazy tree of spiritual roots in the world that is rare in the world. The strange tree that was poisoned by you just now evolved from the hazy branches. The wine released by this branch is enough for you to sacrifice and refine a magic weapon!"

Ding Xing turned his eyes to him. The strange tree under his feet turned into wood chips, and he could no longer see his initial appearance. He was quite surprised: "Tell me clearly. Isn't the smell of alcohol that spread just now sealed in the trunk?"

After hearing these words, Yan Wuque knew that Ding Xing had no understanding of the hazy tree.

He smiled and said, "Does the smell of alcohol that fellow Taoists know about emanate from the spiritual wine's 'leavage and wealthy'? Then you should know what is the essential spiritual medicine for cultivating this kind of spiritual wine!"

"Is it related to the hazy tree?"

"It's a big deal! The hazy tree is a natural wine tree. The fragrance it emits, the spiritual paper made from branches, and the spiritual wine made from leaves all have hallucinatory magical powers. Therefore, if you collect spiritual wine, it is far better to plant hazy trees directly. As long as you have this kind of spiritual tree, you will continue to collect the smell of wine in the future!"

"So, do you have a hazy tree species in your hands?"

"Not only have tree species, I also have many branches and treasures, and I am willing to trade them to you fellow Taoist!"

"Oh? Then what do you want to change from me?"

"It's very simple. Return the finishing touch you just suppressed!"

After hearing this, Ding Xing clamped the golden pen between his fingers and turned it around a few times. The pen showed the spiritual characters of seal script.

Ding Xing knew at a glance that this was a relic of the disciples of the ancient Wensect.

But Yan Wuque may not be related to Emperor Wenzong.

After all, Ding Xing had learned about the situation of the "Broken Golden Valley", which was the place where Jinshan Courtyard and Xueyan Mountain were destroyed in the past. The monks searched for treasures in the valley all year round. Yan Wuque was most likely the golden pen found in the valley.

Ding Xing thought about it and said to Yan Wuque: "This pen is too powerful. If you return it to you, if you use it to deal with me again, wouldn't I have to tie myself up? But I value Misty Wine more. If you are willing to take out the whole Misty Tree that you dug in the ancient medicine garden back then, you can give it to you!"

"You are too greedy!" Yan Wuque was dissatisfied: "Besides, this tree is still planted in that medicine garden. Even if I want to give it, I can't give it!"

He did not tell lies about this. Although he was determined to take the spirit of heaven and earth for himself, the hazy tree could not be transplanted at all. He could only dive into the medicine garden regularly and cut a batch of branches.

The tree species he collected actually have no effect at all, because except for the unique barrier space of the medicine garden, which can meet the growth conditions of hazy trees, no other land can promote the survival of tree species.

Of course, he would never reveal this secret to Ding Xing.

Seeing that he disagreed, Ding Xing didn't bother with him: "Then there is nothing to talk about. It's better not to mention Misty Tree. I'm already satisfied to get a golden pen this time."

Yan Wu quickly said, "Fellow Taoist, this pen is different from ordinary magic weapons, you can't control it!"

Ding Xing smiled softly and did not reply. He evolved the finger hexagram according to the seal script contained on the pen, and the golden pen shone brightly in an instant.

As Ding Xing continued to cast spells, the pen light suddenly twisted and gradually condensed into the shape of a dragon shadow.

This kind of brushwork magic shocked Ding Xing himself, thinking that what kind of brush is this? It can actually transform into a real dragon directly?

Seeing this scene, Yan Wuque suddenly felt a strange and inexplicable feeling in his heart, and murmured: "Put the finishing touch? The strongest magical power that can be used to make the finishing touch has obviously been cultivated into the palace guarding hexagram method, and it has not been learned by any means!"

Ding Xing heard his muttering and continued, "You are from Duanjin Valley, right?"

Yan Wuque was about to reply, but heard a roar of roars into the underground demon city. The sound wave contained a powerful impact, as if an earthquake suddenly broke out. The next moment, it was the doomsday scene of the earth shaking.

The entire demon city was originally formed by a broken barrier. The rock walls outside the city were filled with cracks and gaps. When the earthquake suddenly appeared, the cracks were instantly expanded infinitely. Gravels carried dust all over the sky and poured into the city like a tsunami.

The sound of banging is endless.

Ding Xing and Yan Wuque were not very panicked when they saw this scene.

Before Ding Xing arrived at the Demon City, he left a moon paper gate on the other side of the Lingding Long River in advance, and he could return to his base at any time.

Yan Wuque's cunning rabbit had three holes. Even if the barrier here completely collapsed, he still had a way to escape.

But although both of them had a way out, they had no idea of ​​chatting anymore.

"Fellow Taoist, this matter has nothing to do with me. I guess the Baifu woman could not stop your companion. She was worried that your companion would return to the snowfield to take revenge on her tribe, so she cruelly destroyed the ban that supported this demon city. Don't worry, I will deal with that woman now and give you an explanation!"

Yan Wuque said this and threw a scroll to Ding Xing: "This is another hiding place for me. When we escape this disaster, I will wait for fellow Taoists here. At that time, I will inform you of the situation of the hazy tree, including the whereabouts of the Chixiao Axe. I hope fellow Taoists will definitely come to the appointment!"

Ding Xinggang grabbed the scroll in his hand, and Yan Wuque had already left the Demon City with Li Li's body. The route he was walking was exactly where Bai Fu and Pei Long had escaped.

Ding Xing thought about it, pointed the Lingyin Talisman again in his eyebrows and followed behind him.
Chapter completed!