Fantasy: After reading books for 10,000 years, I became an emperor

Chapter 132

VIP token of my Tempo Pavilion. ”

“You hold the block token, no matter where you are in the Yanyang Great World in the future, as long as it is within my Tianbao Pavilion’s property, you can buy anything at a discount!”

“If the seniors still have surplus pills for sale in the future, Tianbao Pavilion is willing to cooperate, and… The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was willing to use a price two percent higher than the market price to buy the elixir of the seniors. ”

Jiang Bei nodded slightly.

Then, holding the green bull in one hand, he walked out of the auction hall under the escort of many Tianbao Pavilions

Looking at the lifeless and powerless green bull behind him.

Jiang Beixuan thought thoughtfully.

The situation of this primeval god and demon was far worse than he had imagined.

According to this state, I am afraid that in a month . Its cultivation will fall to the Heavenly Immortal Realm!

The foundation is damaged, the meridians are broken… It’s hard to imagine what this green bull went through.

He followed Jiang Beixuan in a down-to-earth manner.

His life is no longer at his disposal.

Thinking of this, his heart was even darker

Originally, he was the overlord of the barbaric wilderness, commanding countless primeval creatures. Ancient gods and demons.

It can be described as awe-inspiring.

But at this moment, he has become a prisoner.

Even the Immortal Dao… There is also no hope at all.

Jiang Beixuan ignored Qingniu’s thoughts.

There are still four days left before the Medicine Pill Conference.

If you hurry up and refine a six-grade Nirvana Pill, you may be able to stabilize this old cow’s injury.

It cost five million and one medium grade senshi stone. You can’t let yourself suffer.

Using a god and demon royal clan to guard the mountain gate, it is very windy to think about.

Along the way, Jiang Beixuan’s mood became more and more happy.

With the Immortal Pill Sutra in hand, there is no irreparable foundation in the world.

At this moment, a noisy voice came.

In the distant stall market, there were still large groups of people around.

Sighing continuously, some people shook their heads again and again… Force…

“Humble things, don’t know how to lift them!”

“What the princess fancy, don’t you deserve it?”

“Bring it.” _

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