But it's just shock, those butterflies don't even have a demon element, such a life is almost like dust in their eyes, and it's gone as soon as the wind passes, who cares?
After a short while, the applause and applause stacked up as the number of onlookers increased.
The old woman took out two pieces of silk with sharp eyes and placed one on each of her sides: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's boring to just look at it, why don't you make a bet?"
” "Good!"
The crowd of spectators was in high spirits, and they only saw the beautiful and decisive fight of the two demon girls, and turned a blind eye to the more and more butterfly corpses piled up on the ground.
The old woman took out two copper bumps and pressed the silk, smiled and said, "The silk on the left is a beauty with a butterfly in her left ear." ” "On the right, it's a beautiful woman with a butterfly on her right ear.
Everyone, let's leave, I will send you a lively time, and you can give me some hard-earned money.
She said, turning her head suddenly.
Not just by coincidence but deliberately, she actually glanced towards the third floor of the Demon Hidden Pavilion.
White Frost was leaning there with a cold face, and was stunned when she bumped into the old woman's gray eyes.
The old woman leaned in the direction of the white frost, and said in a voice that could not be heard at this distance: "Forgive me for taking advantage of the precious land." ” But White Frost was no ordinary human or a little monster, and she heard the old woman's words clearly.
He nodded at the old woman, but Bai Shuang still didn't have any expression.
To be honest, she didn't have a good impression of this old woman who chose the side of the Demon Hidden Pavilion as a "showman" venue.
The butterfly corpses in that place alone are already hundreds of lives.
Yes, they're just butterflies.
To humans, small things that are useless except for their good looks, but some of them are still curled up and trembling, their slender feet trembling slightly, and their wings shattered.
In fact, butterflies are not like bee colonies, they can easily gather together.
Most of them act alone one by one, and what can be controlled together in this way must not be ordinary butterflies that have lived for months or died after only one month, but must be butterflies that have experienced several years of reincarnation in spring, summer, autumn and winter. has survived so many hardships and obstacles, and it looks like he is about to be able to cultivate into a spirit butterfly, but he is being manipulated to kill each other here.
They may or may not know what's going on, but they can't resist.
Just like the two butterfly demons who look decisive and have beautiful figures.
Beauty is beauty, but there is wood in their eyes.
Just around the very edge of the pupils, there seemed to be a dark cloud in the bright eyes, covering their five senses.
No matter how deep and beautiful it is, no matter how bright the eyes are, there is always a little less agility.
White Frost can't stand it, but he can't just make a move like this.
It's not that she's afraid of the old woman, it's that it's not the right time yet.
The spectators were in high spirits, and no one cared about the lives of the butterflies, but their lives were still in the hands of the old woman.
It wasn't difficult for White Frost to make a move, but what was difficult was the message from the cane in the old woman's hand.
The copper bell is not an ordinary copper bell, but a soul bell - a rare treasure in the world.
Many monk sects will have them, and they are usually used to control the little demon spirits and practice for their disciples.
The power of this bell to control the little demon spirit is that it can capture the "soul" of the little demon spirit through appearances.
If they resist, or something special happens, the soul bell can directly tear the "souls" of the demon spirits.
At that time, even if he could survive with a big life, he was a living demon with no five senses and no consciousness.
Not to mention movement, they can't even breathe, and without the help of external forces, they will die completely in a short time.
Exorcists often fight side by side with the demon clan, and they are very disgusted with this kind of thing, and often quarrel with the monk sect because of the soul bell.
Many disputes also arose over the matter of tying the soul bell.
As the power of exorcists continued to grow, the monks did not dare to blatantly catch monsters everywhere with the soul bell to practice.
But there will be no shortage of necessary exercises, but they are more closely guarded.
First, I am afraid that the monsters will retaliate, and second, I am afraid that the exorcists will find an opportunity to destroy it.
After all, although the production method of this treasure is so simple that it can be made by any craftsman, the materials are hard to find!
In addition to the soul-fixing bronze vessel, it is also necessary to mix the powder made from the wine rhinoceros horn and smelt it with the soul-locking gold vessel, and make it into a small hammer in the middle of the copper bell.
Therefore, none of the monks used the inventory left by their ancestors.
There are also some newly established small sects that don't have them, so they are not afraid of death to find the rift between the three worlds.
Those who have no money hope to find a way, and if they are lucky, they can get wine rhinoceros horn and make their faction famous.
There are also rich people who directly find the safest "crack", which is the twilight crack.
There will always be times when you will find good goods in the Dusk Bazaar, and in comparison, the Soul Fixing Copper and Soul Locking Gold will be easier to find.
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Wine rhino horn is the hardest to buy.
However, as long as they get it, it is a great help to the monk sect, but the demon clan that is targeted by them is unlucky.
There was no demonic aura in this old woman, and she didn't quite look like a murderous monk.
How can you hold the soul bell in your hand and control a group of butterflies to kill each other?
is also blatantly "setting up a stall" in a place like a dusk crack where there are few demons, is it ignorance or deliberate?
If the white frost made a move, wouldn't it be a sin for the old woman to use the soul bell to kill all the spirit butterflies?
It's a feeling of hating itchy, but you can't make a move easily, right?
Baishuang gritted his teeth secretly, if only Bai Lian came back, he would directly slash over with a thunderbolt, and use the "weather" to suppress the two butterfly demons first.
As the shopkeeper of the Demon Treasure Pavilion, Bai Shuang also knows a lot about the soul bell.
If this kind of thing sticks to the little demon spirit, it must be a nightmare that can't be shaken off or put off.
However, it is not entirely hopeless, and the lightning will affect the "control" of the Soul Fixing Copper and the Soul Locking Gold.
Like interference, it will temporarily weaken or even render the soul bell ineffective.
The clever little goblins will take advantage of this opportunity to escape, but this is in the summer, and this is when the monks are out.
In summer, the weather is rapidly changing and unfathomable, and thunder and lightning can fall at any time.
The monks went out with the soul bells, and it was the best time to be affected by the thunder and lightning.
However, the weakness of the soul bell has long been well remembered by the monks, and this plan has been feasible in the past.
Now it doesn't work, the monks don't go out with the soul bells in the summer......
Looking back at the history of their use of the Soul Ring, they were also affected by lightning within the sect at the beginning.
However, the monks built houses to protect against lightning, so it was not feasible to wait for the thunder to escape in the sect.
Later, they also learned to be shrewd, and kept the soul bell in the sect all the time in the summer.
The time when you need to directly use the soul bell to capture and control the monsters has been moved to winter, which also cuts off the way for the little monsters to escape.