Chapter 922
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Grasping the golden storage bag in his hand, Long Bufan's eyes flickered with light.
As the saying goes, wealth comes from danger. There would not be a pie falling from the sky for no reason. He was very clear about his position. It could be said that he was a grassroots cultivator without any background. When he first transmigrated to this world, he was a lowly servant in a sect. If he did not have many adventures to seek martial resources, he would not have been able to reach this stage today and represent his sect in the Hundred Sect War.
However, Long Bufan wouldn't stop just because of this. In his opinion, the cultivation of the Martial Dao was like a heaven-shaking mountain. Now, he was equivalent to barging into that mountain. There was still a very long way to go if he wanted to climb all the way to the top of this mountain that was filled with countless dangers and finally overlook the world.
After that, Long Bufan no longer thought about it. He lowered his eyes and looked at the golden storage bag in his hand. His mind moved and his Spiritual Consciousness quickly probed into it. Immediately, a hint of surprise emerged on his handsome face.
This was because he discovered that there were over ten million Primal Crystal Stones in Mo Ming's storage bag. Long Bufan was secretly shocked in his heart. That guy's accumulation of wealth was really a little terrifying. He was indeed worthy of being a successor disciple of a fifth grade super sect.
Mo Ming's storage bag was obviously a high-grade storage bag that had been modified and upgraded. The layout inside was like a huge lattice house that stored different kinds of items.
With regards to those daily necessities, as well as some miscellaneous Secret Skill Manuals, Treasure Armor, Elixirs and Elixirs, Long Bufan uninterestedly glanced at them. Then, he moved his Spiritual Consciousness to the next storage bag, looking for the things that he was really looking forward to.
When his Spiritual Consciousness swept into the third last space, waves of extremely terrifying Demonic Qi fluctuations rippled in the space of this storage bag.
The huge and pure Demonic Qi fluctuations caused Long Bufan's heart to jump slightly. Stored inside were pieces of Demonic Crystals that were shining with a black light. After a sweep of his Spiritual Consciousness, he roughly estimated that there were hundreds of them.
Demonic Crystals were a type of crystal that was formed from the Demonic Qi within the bodies of the dead Yimo. However, not all demonic corpses possessed such Demonic Crystals. Only those that had reached the middle rank and above would have sufficient Demonic Qi to refine them.
"I didn't think that Mo Ming would be able to plunder so many magic crystals by himself!" Long Bufan's eyes stared blankly as he muttered in surprise. Ever since he entered the Hundred Sect Battlefield, he had painstakingly killed so many demon corpses. Due to the fact that the majority of the demon corpses he killed were low level demon corpses, he had only accumulated a dozen or so. However, he did not expect that the number of demon corpses in this storage bag was actually dozens of times more than his.
"I'll find a chance to absorb and refine these magic crystals." Long Bufan muttered to himself after pondering for a while. He did not dare to guarantee that there would not be any dangerous situation if he absorbed the Demonic Qi in the magic crystals. After all, it was different from the past. Now, the Dark Flame Primordial Spirit was fused. It was no longer a pure Yimo Dark Flame Primordial Spirit.
However, Long Bufan was not too worried about this. If it did not work at that time, these magic crystals would not be wasted. They could all be transferred to his high-grade Rune Armor Soldier 'Black Nether' to absorb. It could also be considered as a way to increase his combat power.
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