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Clang!

A crisp sound rang out. Everyone looked over and saw that it was the ghost monk's corpse.

The Ghost Monk seemed to have lost his breath, and even his tendons and bones were shattered, causing him to gasp in shock.

What kind of power could make such a damned thing into such a state?

"Hahaha, Pavilion Master's prediction is indeed true. There are indeed good treasures here!" An incomparably arrogant voice came from outside the door.

Someone stepped into the room. He didn't expect to see Long Shun, who had just escaped in a hurry.

The moment Long Shun entered, he immediately saw the people from the Five Elements Sect.

Their gazes met, and Long Shun froze on the spot.

"You dog thief from the Gui Yuan Sect, you still dare to appear in front of me!" Fang Jun was infuriated. He activated his magic treasure and smashed it towards Long Shun.

The group of Five Elements Sect disciples were equally furious. One after another, they cast their own spells and conveniently threw them towards the dragon.

"Let's see who dares to attack!"

Suddenly, a voice filled with energy came from behind Long Shun.

A middle-aged man in embroidered clothing suddenly stepped forward, emitting a powerful aura. The countless spells of the Five Elements Sect seemed to have landed on cotton and disappeared without a trace.

The middle-aged man swept a glance over the Five Elements Sect cultivators and sneered, "What, your Master isn't here and is so arrogant?!" Is this how the Old Man of the Five Elements taught you? "

When Fang Jun saw this middle-aged man, his expression suddenly changed.

Glaring fiercely at Long Shun, Fang Jun clasped his fists and said, "Pavilion Master Pang, this is all a misunderstanding."

Even so, Long Shun had forcefully captured a cultivator from the Five Elements Sect to protect him from the demon monk's fatal strike.

Even if all of this was Long Shun's fault.

However, in the face of such great power, Fang Jun cleverly chose to compromise.

This middle-aged man was the pavilion master of one of the seven great immortal sects of the Southern Wasteland, Pang Yun.

He was an expert of the great circle, and even though everyone's cultivation had been suppressed, this kind of cultivator was still able to display great power.

Long Shun looked arrogantly at Fang Jun and coldly snorted. The crowd of Gui Yuan Sect disciples followed behind him and entered in a line.

"Pavilion Master, there are a lot of treasures here!" Long Shun's gaze immediately fell on the treasures around him.

There were many magic treasures scattered around the Prison Hall.

Many of these artifacts were used by the Messenger, but now that the Messenger was dead, these artifacts had become ownerless objects.

When the group of Gui Yuan Sect disciples who had entered saw the magic treasures, their eyes lit up.

After all, they had come here for the sake of acquiring treasures.

Although they had experienced a bit, upon seeing these treasures once again, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.

"Haha, this mirror is good!" A cultivator from the Gui Yuan Sect took out a mirror from the wall.

He weighed it in his hand and was about to test the mirror.

At this moment, a figure flashed in the mirror.

The shadow had the same face as the cultivator, but there was a sinister sneer on his face!

"AHH!" The cultivator was shocked and was about to throw the mirror away.

However, it was already too late.

Suddenly, two white arms reached out from the mirror and grabbed the cultivator, pulling him into the mirror.

The cultivator screamed and was instantly swallowed by the mirror.

Some of the cultivators that were originally reaching out for the surrounding treasures suddenly stopped as well.

No one would have thought that these ordinary-looking magic treasures would be so dangerous.

"Mortal brat, what are you doing!" Suddenly, Long Shun's voice rang out.