Volume 2, Chapter 263 Everyone, see you later.

His voice was full of confidence and complacency, with a hint of sarcasm.

The Immortal Emperors around him suddenly looked gloomy.

The onlookers were stunned. The three-day storage bags were incomparable to those in the human world. The storage bags here, especially the top-level storage bags, contained enough space to hold half of the Demon Sealing City, which was not an exaggeration at all.

Today's Immortal Lord actually said that it couldn't hold any more. You know, all the things that can be put in it are treasures, such as spiritual points, pills, talismans, weapons, leather armor, alchemy furnace... and so on.

They didn't even dare to imagine how much stuff Ling Wanxiang had packed inside.

The Immortal Emperors of the ten major immortal sects thought that this was the end of their request and there was no need to work hard anymore.

But besides being sad, I couldn't understand how Ling Wanxiang could be so rich. Could it be that he had found a bunch of useless things to fool people?

This possibility does exist, but it is rare.

Ye Tingmu couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes slightly widened.

What else could he say? However, in order to make himself appear less weird, he still pretended to be calm and said, "It's not mentioned in the rules, so there is no violation."

"Hahaha, then I won't be polite." As he said that, the storage bag in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell into the black cloth bag in front of him.

He patted his chest and looked at Ye Tingmu, as if to say, don't worry, everything is under control.

Ye Tingmu also gave him a thumbs up inadvertently.

At this time, Ling Wanxiang was in a good position and was sure of victory.

He floated in the air, looked at the Immortal Emperors around him and said proudly: "Everyone, do you think there is still a need for competition?"

Faced with such a blatant provocation, Si Wuxie said, "Master Immortal, it's too early to draw a conclusion now. This time we're competing on value, not quantity. So, we still have to wait for Brother Zang to see it before we can know."

"That's right. My Xuantian Sect put ten drops of Immortal Emperor's blood in it. I don't need to tell you much about the value of this thing."

The crowd exclaimed in low voices, ten drops, what a big deal.

But Ling Wanxiang shrugged nonchalantly, "Ten drops? Is that a lot? I put thirty drops."

Thirty drops, he said it very loudly and slowly, fearing that others might not be able to hear him clearly.

When it fell into the ears of the onlookers, it caused another big commotion. However, when it fell into the ears of the ten major immortal sects, the critical strike was doubled.

Some even secretly clenched their fists, their teeth chattering.

Because they knew in their hearts that these 30 drops of Immortal Emperor's blood were stolen from them by this old guy.

Before Jian Wushu was sent to the mortal world, it was agreed that the Heavenly Court would reimburse him. But later on, he refused to acknowledge the loss.

They were really pissed off at that time.

Bringing up the past again, especially under the current circumstances, is undoubtedly like stabbing them in the heart with a knife.

It feels like someone took your money and beat you.

If he was not the Immortal Lord, he would have started a massacre long ago.

Seeing this scene, Ye Tingmu naturally guessed something. It seemed that the ten great sects and the Heavenly Court were not getting along well.

If this is the case, we can try to break them down one by one.

However, the most urgent task is to harvest these fat sheep first.

He edited it for everyone.

"Seniors, please step back. I'm going to start counting."

Ling Wanxiang waved his hands and said as if it were a given: "Xiao Zang, I don't think there's any need to check this. Isn't the outcome obvious? I only made a few moves. They can't beat me even if they spend all their money. How can they be comparable?"

Looking at Ling Wanxiang who was so ostentatious and arrogant, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but click his tongue. How could such a person sit on the position of the Immortal Lord? Could it be true as the rumors said: "My master is the Venerable of Cangqiong Palace"?

It seems that it is not impossible. Just looking at his cunning and character, one can tell at a glance that this guy must have offended many of the ten major immortal sects.

"Master Immortal, I set the rules. To ensure fairness, the process must be followed. I hope you can understand me and don't make things difficult for the younger generation."

Ling Wanxiang had almost finished pretending, and he didn't bother to ask, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

After saying that, he took the lead and retreated dozens of meters.

But I was thinking that this time my family’s savings had been emptied out. If I didn’t show off, how could I justify my efforts?

Don't be fooled by his happy smile, his heart is actually bleeding, because that is the fortune he has accumulated bit by bit over more than 100,000 years.

The others also walked back in an unusually cooperative manner.

Wait until all the Immortal Emperors retreat to a certain distance.

Ye Tingmu squatted down and communicated with the Kunlun Coffin with his thoughts.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Everyone, see you later."

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could react, Ye Tingmu disappeared without a trace.

Then the Kunlun coffin rose from the ground and flew into the air.

Turn into a meteor and shoot straight into the sky.

"Thank you all for your gifts. Remember to come to Broken Sword Mountain when you have time."

A shout came from the sky, echoing long and deep.

Ling Wanxiang was confused.

The Immortal Emperors were stunned.

The onlookers were in disarray.

The entire Demon Sealing City was like being attacked indiscriminately by lightning in a clear sky, striking everyone in place.

They stared in the direction where the Kunlun coffin disappeared, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses.

It was three breaths later that Ling Wanxiang came back to his senses. His eyes turned scarlet instantly, and a terrifying pressure spread out, burning all the surrounding grass and trees in an instant.

The air remained hot and everything began to boil.

The ordinary man fainted on the spot due to the high temperature.

The remaining people were suppressed by this inexplicable aura and fell to the ground.

"Ah! You fool, how dare you play tricks on me."

There was a roar and a roar.

The shock made the people's eardrums ring, and some even vomited blood.

This is the pressure from the emperor.

Xu Men fell to his knees, clutching his chest.

Big drops of sweat fell from his body, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate at any time. With his powerful aura, he could crush the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Ling Wanxiang shot up, disappeared into the void, and chased after him.

The other dozens of Immortal Emperors naturally realized that something was wrong. This was a case of thieves robbing thieves.

Just take all the money and run away.

That is the fortune of an entire sect. If he were to take it away, wouldn't I be bankrupt?

"Chase me."

"How dare you play tricks on me like this?"

"He can't escape."

In just a moment, the emperor on the entire sky disappeared.

The people in the Demon Sealing City finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least they survived.

"Too scary, this is the Emperor."

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"What did you say? Speak louder. I can't hear you!"

"Broken Sword Mountain, that Zang is from Broken Sword Mountain, he cheated the ten great immortal sects."

"It's too cruel. I never dreamed there would be such a reversal."

"How could he still run away, with so many emperors?"

"Since he dares to do this, he must have a way to escape..."