Chapter 513

Tyrant was greedy by nature. Even though they had been chatting, he did not forget about it.

After all, he was his savior. Now that he spoke, Tyrant felt a little awkward.

"Look at my memory. I almost forgot about it." The old man smiled faintly. This made Tyrant and Zi Chen feel even more embarrassed.

However, if they were asked to give away the ancient beasts, they would never be able to do so.

They did not have the courage to do so. In order to kill the little demonic leopard, they had sacrificed too much. Even their only life-saving treasure pill was gone.

"I have no use for this ancient beast. Moreover, it's not a true pure-blooded ancient beast. So, you can take it without worry." The old man saw their awkwardness and smiled.

"Once an ancient beast dies, the spiritual power in its blood essence will automatically dissipate. Even the purest jade bottle cannot store it.

If you don't have something to store your blood essence, why don't you leave it with me? When you need it, you can take it. "

"Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch. We happen to have something to store our blood essence." Zi Chen expressed his gratitude once more.

The old man did not insist and nodded.

The silent black pool trembled again. The little demonic leopard's body slowly floated up from the bottom of the pool.

As the black water dripped down, the little demonic leopard's body shone with green light again.

The little demonic leopard was almost unscathed except for a huge bloody hole on its forehead.

Outside the bloody hole, the black water flashed. Clearly, it had sealed the wound and prevented the blood from flowing out.

The little demonic leopard was slowly lifted up and placed on the shore.

Tyrant's eyes lit up. He immediately said, "I'll do it. I'll take care of it!"

With that, Tyrant went forward to dissect the little demonic leopard. However, he soon realized that he did not have a suitable weapon.

Even though the little demonic leopard was dead, its defense was still very strong.

When the elixir weapon could not break it, Tyrant turned his head and looked at Zi Chen. "Zi Chen, give me my spear. I want to use it now!"

"Yours?"

Zi Chen glared at Tyrant. He did not want to lose his temper in the presence of the old man.

"Yes. You got the finger bone. The spear should be mine!"

Tyrant had a matter-of-fact look on his face as he said, "Furthermore, I think that weapon has too much baleful aura. It's an inauspicious item. Keeping it on one's body will definitely bring disaster.

Therefore, it's better to give it to me. I'll use the pure power of Buddhism to suppress it and chant sutras every day to dispel this baleful aura. "

When Zi Chen heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to kick this monk to death.

The two of them had known each other for several years, but he had never seen this damned monk take the initiative to recite scriptures. Moreover, ever since they met, this damned monk had been swindling and stealing. Now, it was even worse.

"Why? Are you going back on your words?" The monk glared at him in dissatisfaction.

"Damn bald donkey, I exchanged this with my life. Why should I give it to you?" Zi Chen finally couldn't hold it in any longer and began to roar.

In Zi Chen's opinion, this blood-red spear was not much different from a spear, so it was perfect for him to use it.

Moreover, it's already very unusual for a bald donkey like you to use a blade. Don't tell me you're going to use a spear full of murderous intent to poke people everywhere?

The greedy monk naturally wouldn't let it go.

Zi Chen also didn't care about his fierce image just now. He completely put down his face and started to fight with the monk.

But after a long time, he still felt that it was a bad influence, so he smiled apologetically at the old man and went to talk to the monk.

After a while, there was a loud sound in the forest.

When the old man heard this, he smiled and didn't say anything, but there seemed to be a sparkling luster in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he also had one or two friends like this. They were usually stingy and greedy.

But when their lives were in danger, they were magnanimous enough to give up their lives.

After a while, there was another round of quarreling. Each voice was louder than the other, as if they were turning hostile.

But after a while, both sides walked out of the forest with their arms around each other's shoulders. Obviously, they had reached an agreement.

Zi Chen smoothly handed over the blood-red spear and lent it to the monk to dissect. The latter's face revealed a happy expression and began to dissect it seriously.

Because the only treasure pill was swallowed by him, Zi Chen admitted that he was in the wrong and let the monk take advantage of him.

So the monk insisted that the two sword teeth of the little demonic leopard were two saber teeth, so he took them away.

But there seemed to be only one left on the little demonic leopard. The other one was broken by Zi Chen and fell into the black pool.

"Haha!"

As soon as the monk looked over, the old man laughed heartily before he could say anything. Then, a shining sword tooth flew out from the bottom of the pool and flew toward the monk.

"Hehe, not bad. It's very smooth and sharp. It should be very effective in cutting people."

Holding the sword tooth and waving it a few times, the monk boasted shamelessly. Then, he dug up the other one and directly put it away.

The quality of these two sword teeth was not inferior to Zi Chen's silver spear, so the monk naturally treated them as treasures.

After that, the blood-red spear cut open the little demonic leopard's body.

"Slow down. Don't damage the scales. Make the cut neatly. I still have to make soft armor." Although the monk was very careful, Zi Chen still felt heartache and reminded him.

Hearing this, the monk's expression did not change, but he secretly increased his strength. His hands seemed to be trembling. Zi Chen hurriedly said, "Such a big piece of skin can make at least two soft armors."

As soon as he said that, the monk's hands became steady again and he became even more careful.

It took him several hours to cut a piece of beast skin. In the end, it was completely placed in front of him.

It was more than enough to make two soft armors.

After that, the monk began to remove the bones to get the precious blood.

Of course, before that, after making a few drops of heart blood, the heart of the little demonic leopard was taken away by the demonic ape to devour.

This made the Spirit Devouring Rat stare blankly, but no one paid it any attention.

The little demonic leopard's body was full of treasures. This time, they had gained a lot. Just the blood essence alone was a lot.

The drops were like pearls, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the surroundings.

"Quickly put it away!" The monk urged.

The Purple Gold Gourd appeared again, swallowing and spitting out a psychedelic light. It was as if a small world was extending and taking away everything.

Seeing the Purple Gold Gourd again, the Spirit Devouring Rat's eyes lit up even more. There was a faint excitement in its eyes.

The old man also kept looking at the Purple Gold Gourd. His calm eyes emitted rays of light.

The pill soldiers were destroyed, and they lost a treasure pill. The two of them had suffered a great loss. However, when they saw the dissected ancient beast in front of them, Zi Chen and the monk were very excited. The value of this ancient beast alone far exceeded their sacrifice this time.

It could be said that they had profited greatly this time.

Now, they were considering when to undergo the baptism and sublimate again.

"Baptism?"

The old man was stunned when he heard that. He said, "The little demonic leopard is not a true pure-blooded ancient beast. It's not enough for you to baptize it."

"Patriarch, that's not right, right?

The little demonic leopard race is all ancient beasts. It should be a pure-blooded ancient beast, right? "

The Spirit Devouring Rat asked doubtfully. It had previously promised Zi Chen that the little demonic leopard was a pure-blooded ancient beast.

Zi Chen and the monk were also very puzzled.

"Pure-blooded ancient beasts are rare. Their bloodline is pure and they contain incredible supernatural powers. They are the most powerful beings in the world.

Moreover, every one of them has been passed down from ancient times. Even if they are weak, their combat strength is very strong.

Every ancient beast can easily slaughter existences of the same level. "

"The Saber-Toothed Demonic Leopard race is not a true ancient beast. It's just that their ancestors were lucky enough to obtain the ancient beast essence blood in the ancient battlefield. That's why they have the possibility of transforming into ancient beasts.

However, they are still far from being a true pure-blooded ancient beast. "

The old man looked at Zi Chen and the monk. He said, "You human trial takers come here to hunt ancient beasts. They are only beasts in this area and not true ancient beasts.

True pure-blooded ancient beasts are the most powerful beings in the world. There is only one of each kind and they are unique. They can't form a race at all. "

Zi Chen and the monk nodded. They finally understood.

Furthermore, he knew that true Ancient Beasts only existed one by one. They were unique, and did not belong to a single race.

Moreover, Zi Chen and the monk accidentally found out that the Spirit Devouring Rat was a true ancient beast.

Unfortunately, its bloodline had not awakened. It was not a pure-blooded ancient beast at the moment.

Even the Sky-devouring Wolf was not a pure-blooded ancient beast.

Although the little demonic leopard was not a pure-blooded ancient beast, its essence blood, together with the essence blood of other ancient beasts that Zi Chen and the monk had obtained before, and some other spiritual herbs, was enough for one person to be successfully baptized.

"Which one of you will be baptized?" the old man looked at the two of them and asked.

"Let him go first," Zi Chen said without hesitation.

With the finger bone and the blood-red spear, his combat strength had increased again. He was not afraid of ancient beasts like the little demonic leopard at all. Zi Chen gave the opportunity to the monk.

However, the greedy monk acted out of character. He shook his head and said, "No, you go first."

Before Zi Chen could refuse, Tyrant said seriously, "The stronger you are, the greater our gains will be. A true powerhouse is far more powerful than two dabblers!"

The monk was right. If Zi Chen was baptized, his combat strength would naturally increase, and it would be easier for him to kill ancient beasts.

This way, the two of them would gain even more.

"If your strength can increase to the point where you can kill the old demonic leopard at will, I think our harvest will be even more abundant."

However, this possibility was almost impossible. The old demonic leopard was not much weaker than the Sky-devouring Wolf. Back then, the Sky-devouring Wolf could even kill a late Primal Core expert in the Bedlam Lands with a single blow.

The difference in their combat strength was like heaven and earth. This was not a huge gap that could be made up with just one baptism.

In order to be baptized, other than essence blood, some ancient herbs were also needed. Only then would the effect be greater.

"Both of you go. The old demonic leopard is seriously injured. It should not appear in a short period of time," the old man said after seeing the two's concerns.

"I'll go too, I'll go too!" The Spirit Devourer Rat was very enthusiastic this time.

It was born to feed on spiritual objects, so its method of finding ancient herbs was naturally better than Zi Chen and the others.

Since it was recommending itself, Zi Chen had no reason to refuse.

Thus, the two of them, one ape and one rat, set off again.

The old man watched them leave until their silhouettes disappeared from his sight.