The body of the night chicken disappeared, but it appeared on the spot as a black bead about the size of an egg.

As Han Sanqian gently grabbed him in the air, the stone the size of an egg flew to Han Sanqian. The beads were crystal clear, dark green and extremely thick, with faint fine lines inside.

"Bead?" Han Sanqian looked at Qinglong with strange eyes.

Qinglong turned his head slightly, as if he was unwilling to answer Han Sanqian's question, but Han Sanqian didn't talk nonsense. He started to do it again, and the sheep-headed man flew into his hand, and another crisp sound was heard.

"We twelve brothers are actually all the twelve demon beads on the demon plate. Because the demon plate rotates and understands the Eight Trigrams and Five Elements, we have been cultivated into human form for ten thousand years, so..." Qinglong explained.

"What is the magic plate?" Han Sanqian frowned.

"I don't know what it is. It was originally located in the City of Burning Bones. After my twelve of my men escaped, they wandered in the desert. It was originally a desert, but they didn't expect..."

"I was arrested that year, and my brothers and others were dissatisfied. After all, we did not lose. We used my brothers to fight against almost all the masters in the desert world, even if we were defeated, we would still be glorious!"

"But you..."

“Why?”

"Since you know the eight trigrams of the universe and the inverted yin and yang, you should also know the principle of the mutual restraint of the five elements and the mutual generation of all things. Although your actions and actions are fierce and few people are enemies, unfortunately, I happen to have a trick in my hand to restrain you."

Although the reverse practice and reverse practice are precisely instantly, they are not considered to be a powerful method. Therefore, the formless magic function is used to copy it, but it seems to be extremely perfect and appropriate.

The most feared thing about the replication of the Wuxiang Divine Art is that the energy is too high, so that Han Sanqian cannot resist and cannot copy it.

Therefore, in addition to the early stage of the Void Sect, Han Sanqian basically used this move when the group attacked, but often hesitated against a truly top master, which is the reason.

But as Han Sanqian said, all things are mutually reborn and restrained, and the extremely powerful backward actions just happened to hit the most perfect and comfortable circle of Wuxiang Divine Art.

Hearing this, the nine people looked at each other.

"What..." Qinglong was unstable, and his arms that supported his body were completely exhausted. He fell weakly on the sand, his eyes full of endless despair.

The tiger also smiled, but there was no arrogance and irritability at the moment. At this time, he just wanted to sigh, if he walked too much at night, he would eventually meet a ghost!

Who would have thought that the unique skills that have allowed them to be able to meet such an evil guy today?!

"Okay, since that's the case, I can't say anything." Qinglong said that, and closed his eyes calmly.

If you come out and make a fuss, you have to pay it back. This is a long-standing enlightenment.

However, Han Sanqian, who has always been quick and seemingly murderous, did not take action at this time, but just stood there until Qinglong looked at him in confusion and said strangely: "Don't you take action?"

"How to deal with you is my business. You are not qualified to ask about it. It would be a little too pleasant for you to kill you in one go, so I'll change the way." Han Sanqian said with a smile.

"Enough, I'll kill you and cut you off. We brothers and others are the twelve gods of death that are trembling with the desert. How can you insult like this?" Matou shouted coldly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian's figure suddenly disappeared. When he was reporting it, Han Sanqian had already appeared in front of him, stepped on his face with a big foot and smiled gloomy: "Just say this to you, I want to see what the situation would be like if I hang the twelve wastes at the stern of the boat!"

As soon as Han Sanqian finished speaking, he moved his hands and nine ropes immediately flew out, tied the feet of nine people and tied them to the tail of the flower boat.

Seeing Han Sanqian doing this, the few people felt extremely humiliated and cursed and roared.

Only at this moment, Qinglong looked at Han Sanqian without saying a word. When his eyes collided with Han Sanqian, he suddenly understood something.

"What do you want to know from our mouths?"

Hearing this, Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "The Twelve Trash is not useless, I still understand it."

"Are you interested in doing a transaction?"

"Trade?" Qinglong frowned: "What transaction?"
Chapter completed!