The first thing Mo Li picked up was the treasure bag of Tianlang Zhenren. There was a vicious wolf head embroidered on this bag, which was easy to identify.

At this moment, these two storage bags were corroded by the Abi Demonic Qi, and there was no suspense at all, and they opened directly.

Whoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish...

Sure enough, the treasure bag of the Golden Pill monk was different from the bag of the pig demon that he had seized before. As soon as the bag was opened, countless treasures inside flew out by themselves, as if a bird enclosed in a cage was suddenly released.

Likewise, he rushed out immediately.

The first thing that flew out was a large golden seal. The seal was square. As soon as it flew out, it swelled up and suddenly stamped on Mo Li's forehead, as if it was about to flatten his head.

"Hmph!" Without thinking, Mo Li swung out a punch and immediately shot down the seal from the air.

At this time, a medium-grade treasure was punched by Mo Li, and the entire seal suddenly shrank and stopped moving. He just lay quietly on the ground and became gentle.

At this moment, the bag shook and a purple-red light suddenly flew out. The light was extremely fast, and it surrounded Mo Li in almost the blink of an eye.

Just a swaying spirit, the purple light suddenly landed on Mo Li's body, and actually surrounded him.

Looking closely, Mo Li realized that it was eighteen bald men.

These big men were bare-chested, two feet tall, and faintly emitting purple-gold light all over their bodies, just like metal. However, these men were very vivid, with their faces and kneaded bodies all over.

The muscles are extremely realistic.

Looking along the bulging muscles, Mo Li could still feel the power that exploded, as if the body contained endless power.

It was so shiny that as soon as the eighteen great men fell down, they immediately put Mo Li Weilong in the middle, as if they had set up a formation and directly waved their weapons to attack.

"Swish--"

Almost instantly, the eighteen great men waved their long sticks in their hands and hit Mo Li's head. The force burst out from the stick, and an endless storm suddenly set off, landing, and a tiger was born.

In the wind and stick moves, endless distance bursts, tearing the entire void apart. The air hits and collides, and there are countless crackling sounds.

Mo Li's disclosure was under the eighteen shadows of the stick, as if he was going to be beaten directly into a rotten watermelon by the stick.

Even when the boundless power was circulating, Mo Li frowned slightly.

"What is this? Mechanism formation? Taoist puppet?" Mo Li smiled, his whole body flashed quickly under these eighteen sticks, like a black strong wind, spinning out directly

It was surrounded by eighteen people.

"Gaga, this is the hair care Vajra method in Buddhism. These eighteen golden men were originally living people. They all taught special methods in Buddhism to absorb gold energy and swallow special elixirs to bring their bodies.

He grew to this level comparable to the strength of the treasure weapon, and then wiped out the soul power in it and refine them into Taoist soldiers like clone guardians!"

Emperor Eleven saw the eighteen golden men and laughed loudly. He immediately sprayed a demonic energy on the eighteen golden men. In an instant, the eighteen golden men actually shrank in a thunderous manner.

Like a magic weapon, it turned into a string of purple and golden rosary hanging in the air. These rosary beads were exactly eighteen beads.

"This Buddhist sect is really cruel to refine people into such magic weapons and beads!"

Looking at the rosary, Mo Li waved his hand and grabbed it into his hand. In the blink of an eye, the gu energy poured in and turned it into a gu tool.

"Get up!" The next moment, Mo Li raised his palm and the eighteen golden men flew out of the rosary again, but they were only more than three inches high.

This time, Mo Li looked at it with real insight. There were subtle differences in the figures of these eighteen strong men, and some even had special features. The eighteen people looked different, some had very long eyebrows, and some had

Long arms, long legs...

The eighteen golden men are called the eighteen arhats!

Eighteen golden men grew bigger again, and they changed their moves suddenly. The long stick in their hands shook and turned into eighteen weapons of different shapes. Eighteen people formed a circle and formed a set again.

Formation!

"No one has 20 million kilograms of strength. It is a good thing for a sword than a lower-grade treasure!" Mo Li smiled and flipped his palm and put away the thing.

"Mo Li, if I remember correctly, these eighteen golden men are a good Taoist weapon, and they are also a growth-type thing. You can only hunt some blood corpses and ghosts into those golden men's bodies

If you nourish the true energy of the metal magic power day and night, these eighteen golden men can even become eighteen puppets with the strength of top-grade treasures!”

Di Shi narrowed his eyes and suggested, but he took the lead in hooking his claws at the bag and summoned a set of thunder-shining sword formations from it. Thirteen long swords formed a circle, thunderous thunder

Rotate and practice on your own in the air.

Mo Li is not interested in this thing, just ignore it.

"Good baby!" Suddenly, Mo Li's eyes shrank, and he grabbed the bag, and directly pulled out a golden fist. This thing looked like a model of a fist, but it was in Mo Li's eyes.

The dragon blood rolled, but it couldn't help but grab the fist tightly.

"Hahaha, good stuff!"

Looking at the fist, Mo Li suddenly twisted his thumb at the fist, and his whole fist became stronger and turned into a pool of golden droplets and wrapped around his palm.

"This is a boxing glove, which seems to be a specialty for catching ghosts. This glove is not afraid of poisonous gases and poisons at all. Unfortunately, the hardness is a bit poor, but..."

Feeling the breath in this fist, Mo Li suddenly used a magical power, which was a set of boxing techniques, which was his Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist.

"Brush la la—"

Countless black water flowed in Mo Li's palm, and actually swallowed the golden fist with a crack.

"Taixuan Jin Crystal Water, hahaha, with this water, your Black Emperor Water King Fist can improve a little!"

Di Shi nodded when he saw Mo Li's actions.

Now, no treasures rushed out of the bag. Mo Li poured the entire bag down and immediately took out a series of things.

The bottom is some scripture clicks, followed by some crystal cards, all of which are crystal cards from Sifangcheng, which look like a total of 400 to 500 million.
Chapter completed!