Chapter 617: Worthy of the name Demonic Monarch, what a demonic style

Since joining the Wan Xian Society, the number of missions Luo Chen has experienced is very few.

Especially the most common monster hunting missions, he has never done one.

Therefore, he is not very clear about the transaction details.

At this moment, in this Peaceful Fortress, several Foundation Establishment True Persons spent half a day identifying the monsters he took out. When they encountered things they didn't understand, they were sweating profusely and frequently took out sound transmission magic tools to talk to another high-level appraiser who was not here.

Finally, relevant results were obtained.

Four monster corpses, sold to the Demon Hunting Division, can get about 2.6 million spirit stones.

At the same time, the converted merit value is enough for Luo Chen to advance from a five-star demon hunter to a six-star, and there is still plenty left.

Such a result was not beyond Luo Chen's expectation.

After all, they are four third-level late-stage great monster kings comparable to great cultivators!

Ordinary people can hunt one, which is enough to brag for a lifetime, let alone Luo Chen killed four at once.

The only thing that surprised Luo Chen was the spirit stone price of the monster corpse transaction.

He has practiced all the way here and has experienced many monster corpse transactions, so he is also very sensitive to various prices.

Regular first-level monsters cost no more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Second-level ones are around ten thousand spirit stones, and the corpses must be relatively complete.

Third-level ones are expensive, often hundreds of thousands, and divided into levels.

Early-stage monster kings have one price, middle-stage monster kings have one price, and late-stage monster kings have doubled or even dozens of times!

Of course, this was the monster corpse transaction market in the East Wasteland back then.

Here in the North Sea, because the sea area is vast and various monsters emerge one after another, the monster market is relatively low.

But no matter how low it is, these are four third-level late-stage great monster kings!

Not to mention two million, selling them together for seven or eight million is a matter of course.

"Two million? Are you kidding me?" Luo Chen asked in a deep voice.

Under the pressure of his unreleased momentum, several Foundation Establishment True Persons trembled and cast their eyes for help at the silent Dao Lan.

Dao Lan was helpless.

Facing Luo Chen's gaze, he sighed, "The Demon Hunting Division's acquisition of monster materials is usually half the price of the outside world. Haven't you understood this over the years, fellow Daoist?"

Luo Chen snorted, quite unhappy.

But in his heart, he was somewhat enlightened. No wonder Zhang Zhang Jiadi and his wife were willing to risk being punished by the Demon Hunting Division back then to sell the hunted monsters to Giant Whale Port.

This internal price is too excessive.

It's not just cutting in half, it's clearly six-four, or even seven-three.

Seeing Luo Chen's displeasure, Dao Lan, who had something to ask of him, patiently explained a few more words.

"Although the price is low, a part of it can actually be regarded as merit value for upgrading the demon hunter star level.

"And the part lost can also be supplemented from the internal resource exchange of the Demon Hunting Division through the discount of the demon hunter star level.

"It's not low, it has been this price for so many years.

"Besides, fellow Daoist, these monster corpses of yours have many defects, so they don't reach the optimal transaction price.

"Even if one day fellow Daoist raises the star level to a nine-star demon hunter, you can also get the tilt of the Wan Xian Society's Core Formation resources. Compared with that, this little loss is completely negligible."

Listening to this seemingly rough fighting fanatic using the tone of a housewife to persuade himself, Luo Chen also felt quite ridiculous in his heart.

"Okay, okay, just two million, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

In the eyes of ordinary Core Formation cultivators, this amount of spirit stones is a huge sum, enough to rent ordinary third-level spiritual land for a long time.

But in Luo Chen's eyes, it's not worth mentioning.

Not to mention the increasingly high output of the Penghu spiritual land over the years, just from the storage bag of the Liang Baizao Mountain master before, he harvested a full 30 million spirit stones!

That is a real huge sum!

Liang Baizao Mountain, a major casting sect, is rich.

Obviously, the Liang Baizao Mountain master brought most of his personal wealth with him on this trip, and in the end, it was cheaper for Luo Chen.

His displeasure before was not because he cared about the price, but simply because he didn't want to suffer a loss.

Now that the rules are like this, he is too lazy to argue.

Dao Lan was somewhat surprised, "Isn't it 2.6 million?"

Luo Chen snorted, "Sell the other corpses to the Demon Hunting Division, but I will take this Overturning Sea Demonic Dragon myself!"

While speaking, he waved his hand and directly put the withered Overturning Sea Demonic Dragon corpse into the Accumulating Thunder Treasure Ring.

The other appraisers looked at each other and didn't dare to say a word.

Dao Lan wanted to remind Luo Chen that it is best to use it yourself, don't circulate it outside the Wan Xian Society, otherwise it is easy to be punished by the Demon Hunting Division.

But the words came to his lips and he swallowed them back.

Luo Chen had already promised to sell the saw teeth on the Scorching Flame Saw-toothed Shark to him at a very low price. He took a big advantage, so how could he offend the other party at this moment.

Besides, the Wan Xian Society manages low-level cultivators strictly, but for high-star demon hunters like them, the binding force is not that strong.

Let him go!

After handling this matter, Luo Chen had no nostalgia and said goodbye to Dao Lan and returned to his cave.

After resting for two days, he rushed to the Sinking Sea side again.

And after he left, the name of Senior Qingyang Demonic Monarch had already spread in the Peaceful Fortress.

And this time, the discussion heat of the loose cultivators was several times stronger than the last time Dao Lan killed the Golden-horned Silver Rhinoceros.

Dao Lan's strength had long made the loose cultivators in the fortress accustomed to it, and killing the Golden-horned Silver Rhinoceros was just icing on the cake.

But the Senior Qingyang Demonic Monarch, this Core Formation superior famous for casting in the Wan Xian Society, achieved such brilliant results on his first appearance on the battlefield, how could it not be talked about.

The only thing that made everyone itch was that in various discussions, the true means of the Senior Qingyang Demonic Monarch to defeat the enemy rarely appeared.

Everyone only knew that he had this strength, but didn't know what magic treasure he relied on, or what kind of secret technique.

On a lake on a small island, the clouds and mist were thick, and the ghost energy was gloomy.

Luo Chen hung high in the sky.

The majestic sun was incomparably dazzling in the sky, but the light could not shoot into the ghost mist below.

And in Luo Chen's body, it seemed that there was also a sun, constantly emitting light outward.

The natal core kept spinning!

The natal magic treasure, the Primordial Cauldron, shone brightly, and the surging magic power was sprinkled out with special array patterns, forming the so-called Forest of Fire Prison in the void!

Below, thousands of low-level monsters cried and wept.

A third-level middle-stage monster king looked up at the sky unwillingly, roaring at the red-robed Daoist. A flying sword magic treasure that was not handy was just sacrificed, but it swayed and fell to the ground, seemingly completely out of control.

Under the suppression of the Forest of Fire Prison, if it were a powerful great monster king, it might be able to resist one or two.

But these low-level monsters could only be slaughtered.

Even a third-level middle-stage monster king could not mobilize monster power freely, and could not even control magic treasures.

Intending to use its flesh to collide with the red-robed Daoist, however, in the gloomy ghost energy, ghost kings flew out from time to time and drilled into its body, impacting it so that it couldn't even control its body.

In this situation, Luo Chen could mobilize the source true fire without any pressure, and forcibly refine these still-living monsters.

Burning, refining, devouring vitality, and feeding back himself!

"The price of the Wan Xian Society for acquiring monsters is too low. Instead of selling it to them, it is better to achieve oneself."

Luo Chen controlled the Forest of Fire Prison to suppress the monster group while using the source true fire to burn and refine vitality, and even had plenty of energy to think about other things.

When the fourth-level Withered Glory True Fire burned everything and landed on the monster that looked like a deer but not a deer, like a sheep but not a sheep, several ghost kings hurriedly escaped and flew to the side to wait for orders.

After about a dozen breaths, Luo Chen slowly withdrew the source true fire.

The Forest of Fire Prison that suppressed everything also dissipated suddenly.

Luo Chen floated in mid-air, closed his eyes, and felt the changes in his body.

"Thousands of low-level monsters, plus a third-level monster king, the vitality converted is not half of that mermaid."

"However, mosquito legs are also meat. Accumulating little by little will eventually lead to a qualitative change."

On the other side of the Sinking Sea, great monster kings are hard to find, but low-level monsters are everywhere.

If they are killed, there is an endless supply from the North Pole Night Demon Heaven.

Luo Chen believes that if he spends a little more effort, he will always have gains, and this process is not dangerous for him at all.

The only problem is that Luo Chen found that the vitality that the Withered Glory True Fire could feed back was getting less and less.

Regarding this point, Luo Chen was quite puzzled.

Is the monster grade not enough, or has the carrying limit of his body reached the extreme?

Or is it that the Withered Glory True Fire limited itself?

Shaking his head, Luo Chen opened his eyes.

Exhaling a turbid breath, he waved his hand.

A black flag fell into his hand, and at the same time, the ghosts dancing in the sky, and even the gloomy ghost energy, all drilled into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

At this moment, the scorching sunlight outside and the scorching gazes fell on Luo Chen.

"It's the Senior Qingyang Demonic Monarch, he's out!"

"Be respectful, you have to call him Superior, or Senior Senior Qingyangzi!"

"What do you know, some big shots like this."

"Forget it, I don't know what the Demonic Monarch's results are?"

The scorching gazes followed Luo Chen's appearance and finally fell on the lake bottom that had been burned dry and only had dry riverbeds.

No monster corpse was seen, only thick bone ash.

Everyone looked at each other, and an incredible guess emerged in everyone's mind.

Could it be...

"Impossible, the monsters entrenched on this island are good at formation joint attacks. Senior Guo and the others joined forces, but they couldn't take down this island. Did the Demonic Monarch kill them all alone?"

"What's impossible? Senior Guo and the others are not orthodox Core Formation cultivators, they are pseudo-core cultivators who refined monster cores to advance. Can't the Demonic Monarch kill the monster group they couldn't kill?"

"But this... no bones left, no bones left!"

Amidst the exclamations, Luo Chen seemed not to notice.

His gaze fell on the five Core Formation cultivators in front of the crowd.

When his gaze was cast over, the five people bowed involuntarily.

"Guo Guo Fengdao has met the Demonic Monarch!"

Luo Chen had no intention of remembering their names, they were just a few pseudo-core cultivators, but now he had something to ask.

In the previous intelligence, this monster group was not on the island, which means the intelligence was biased.

Next, he still wanted to hunt other low-level monsters. To prevent similar situations, it was better to ask these people clearly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Guo Guo Fengdao and others immediately told the intelligence of the recent monster gathering one by one.

"Frog Mouth Great Whirlpool... Cangqing Plain... Xuliu Sea... Sanqing Gorge..."

One by one, the place names were firmly remembered.

These places are all places where large numbers of low-level monsters gather, and the intelligence is very different from the military distribution map given by Shen Tu of the Peaceful Fortress.

After all, monsters will not always be entrenched in fixed places.

Especially with the hunting of cultivators.

They will also change places.

Luo Chen remembered these places, nodded and thanked the few people, and then flew away in a hurry.

After he left, Guo Guo Fengdao and others stood together, looking at each other, and didn't say a word for a long time.

As Core Formation cultivators, even if they are pseudo-core cultivators, they are indeed strong people with magic power.

Therefore, in front of Luo Chen, they could more intuitively feel the other party's strength!

Even if the other party restrained a lot of spiritual pressure, the deep-as-sea magic power fluctuation still made them unable to parry.

After a long time, Guo Guo Fengdao spat out a sentence.

"If he wants to kill us, maybe he won't need three moves!"

In the next few months, Luo Chen frequently appeared on the Sinking Sea human-monster battlefield.

Every time he arrived, he first unfolded the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to block the inside and outside vision.

Then he cast the Forest of Fire Prison to strongly suppress low-level monsters, and then used the source true fire to forcibly burn and refine, extracting vitality.

When encountering more powerful third-level monster kings, he would at most use a few Senior Qingyang Great Handprints. If he felt troublesome, a stare of Mirror Flower Water Moon could also easily take them down.

After he left, it often meant that hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of low-level monsters disappeared.

No bones left!

Such an overbearing and frequent action made the loose cultivators of the Wan Xian Society on the battlefield go from shock and horror to numbness and habit.

The name of Senior Qingyang Demonic Monarch also surpassed the previous title of Senior Qingyangzi in repeated praise.

Luo Chen could naturally feel the increasingly thick awe in others' eyes towards him.

But he ignored it and continued to do his own thing.

It was the garrison Core Formation cultivators on the Peaceful Fortress side who, with Shen Tu's order, came to ask how he handled the monster corpses he killed.

He used "ashes to ashes" to brush them off.

With the growing prestige of the Senior Qingyang Demonic Monarch, Shen Tu couldn't do anything about him, so he had to let him do as he pleased.

In general, Luo Chen's wanton slaughter was a good thing for the first defense line.

A large number of low-level monsters being slaughtered meant that the pressure on the Peaceful Fortress was constantly reduced, so who could say anything?

This day.

An escape light landed in a turbulent sea area.

Luo Chen looked up, and three towering giant peaks stood above the sea.

Three surging sea waters constantly converged in the canyon, but they were distinct.

Sanqing Gorge!

A dangerous place connecting the Sinking Sea, the Liuyang Sea Area, and the North Pole Sea.

According to the intelligence, there is a huge monster group with a number of no less than 30,000 entrenched here.

Among them, there are no less than five third-level monster kings!

Even, there is a great monster king lurking in the sea area on the side of Sanqing Gorge facing the Sinking Sea.

Luo Chen's goal is not that great monster king, but those 30,000 low-level monsters.

"If I can devour the vitality of this monster group, I will be successful."

Luo Chen muttered to himself, and was about to step into the Sanqing Gorge area.

But just as he was about to step, his movement stopped, and a big man was carrying a knife and stepping on the waves.

It was Dao Lan.

"Long time no see, fellow Daoist Dao Lan."

Dao Lan's expression was slightly solemn. When he saw Luo Chen's red-as-blood face, his eyelids jumped wildly.

The long knife in his hand trembled uncontrollably, emitting a wave of bloodthirsty desire.

"How is it possible!"

"He acts so frequently, logically speaking, it consumes a lot of magic power, why does this person feel stronger and stronger to me!"

"And what's going on with that boiling blood and vigorous vitality that can't be suppressed?"

"My Golden Ni Saber is more excited to see him than to see a great monster king!"

Dao Lan roared wildly in his heart, but he remained restrained on the surface.

"Demonic Monarch, long time no see, why did you come to Sanqing Gorge?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly and asked instead of answering, "What about you?"

Dao Lan frowned, "I am naturally here for that Giant King Squid!"

Luo Chen "oh" and then smiled freely.

"Since that's the case, then leave that tricky guy to you, and I'll handle the rest."

So arrogant?

Dao Lan was surprised for a moment and reminded: "There are other loose cultivators doing demon hunting missions here for a long time. When fellow Daoist takes action, pay attention."

"Haha, people of our generation, do we still care about these?"

Luo Chen laughed, jumped up, and went straight into the towering canyon.

Dao Lan stood behind, looking at the wide robes and sleeves, the back that looked like a raging fire, and muttered in his mouth: "Worthy of the name Demonic Monarch, what a demonic style!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 618 =====