Chapter 163 Token

Ling Weiyan saw Chen Ming's potential.

It is rare to find a cultivator who has achieved success in the mortal world and survived a catastrophe.

Either he has extraordinary aptitude or he has good luck.

No matter which one it is, if he joins Ling Weiyan's command, it can increase her foundation.

However, along the way, Ling Weiyan also saw that Chen Ming was not a person who would stay under others for a long time, and did not force Chen Ming to do anything.

Sure enough, Chen Ming said: "Thank you for your kindness, fairy, I will consider this matter!"

Backing the immortal gate is naturally a good choice.

But Chen Ming also saw clearly that he had not achieved the true immortal realm, and even if he joined the Shenxing Gate at this time, he would not get any benefits.

If he waited until he achieved the true immortal, and then joined the Shenxing Gate through Ling Weiyan, and also entered a secret realm of the immortal palace, that would be a good deal!

Chen Ming's thoughts would naturally not be spoken out.

After all, he had only condensed a golden flower, and there were still two catastrophes that he had not survived, and he didn't know when he would be able to achieve it.

At this time, it was useless to speak out what was in his mind.

Chen Ming's choice was also within Ling Weiyan's expectations.

"I will go into seclusion soon to improve my own cultivation and refine Yun Xuzi at the same time."

"This is the token of Hanxing Sword Palace, you take it!"

"The origins of the cultivators here are messy, I don't care."

"If you can handle it properly, I will return the bone jade bottle to you when I come out of seclusion, and there will be another benefit."

After Ling Weiyan finished speaking, a token condensed in her hand, fell into Chen Ming's hand, and disappeared.

Chen Ming couldn't refuse at all, holding the token thoughtfully!

Suddenly, Chen Ming was moved out of the main hall.

It was Ling Weiyan who was in seclusion in the main hall and opened the protective formation.

When Chen Ming arrived outside the hall, he saw a group of cultivators swarming in.

The cultivator in the lead was already quite old, and the aura on his body was that of the Wanshou Realm, but Chen Ming did not sense the aura of the three disasters on him, which should be a secret method to delay the outbreak of the disaster.

When the monk saw the token in Chen Ming's hand, his eyes suddenly turned red!

The token in Chen Ming's hand was taken from the monk by Ling Weiyan and given to Chen Ming.

Originally, Ling Weiyan was devoted to cultivation and didn't care about trivial matters at all.

The monk holding the token could be said to be second to none in the Hanxing Sword Palace.

Everything here, as long as Ling Weiyan doesn't care, is decided by him.

Suddenly, the token was taken away by Ling Weiyan. The monk thought that the world was going to change and hurried to see Ling Weiyan.

But when he walked to the main hall, he saw that the main hall was blocked by the formation, and the token was held in Chen Ming's hand.

The leading monk was calm and thought about how to speak.

But the monk behind him couldn't help but jump out and scolded: "Who are you, how did the token get into your hands!"

"Hand it over quickly!"

"Although Weiyan Zhenxian gave you the token, we don't believe it!"

Chen Ming smiled coldly and looked at the man who spoke.

The leading cultivator, seeing that the time was almost right, waved his hand to stop the cultivators behind him from shouting.

He said to Chen Ming: "My fellow Taoist, I am Zhong Tianming, a cultivator under the command of Immortal Wei Yan, and I have always been in charge of the token!"

"Although I don't know why Immortal Wei Yan trusts you so much and gave you the token."

"But you also saw that everyone has a scale in their hearts, and the people's hearts are in their hearts!"

"You just arrived at the Hanxing Sword Palace, and you have the token. I'm afraid you can't grasp it!"

Chen Ming's mind probed the token and understood why these people came here eagerly and wanted to take the token back.

This fairy palace is like a secret realm, and it can produce various spiritual objects.

Ling Weiyan has already achieved true immortality, and only practices swordsmanship, not magical powers.

Except for the spiritual objects that can enhance the long sword in his hand, Ling Weiyan doesn't care about other things, and they are all in the treasure house.

However, with the token, you have the authority to use and distribute those spiritual objects.

The benefits are self-evident.

Over time, Zhong Tianming has regarded Hanxing Sword Palace as his own fat meat.

He used the output of Hanxing Sword Palace to exchange benefits with other immortal palaces.

He even made friends with several true immortals because of this.

Zhong Tianming sometimes even felt that although he had not achieved immortality, he also had the authority of the master of the immortal palace!

Now, the token was taken away, and the gap in Zhong Tianming's heart can be imagined. He broke out in a cold sweat and woke up, thinking that his good days were over.

Originally, he had some thoughts of apologizing to Ling Weiyan, but when he saw that the main hall was sealed and the token was in Chen Ming's hands, he thought that Ling Weiyan was still the same as before, not caring about trivial matters.

Zhong Tianming immediately had evil thoughts and wanted to force Chen Ming to hand over the token.

As for Ling Weiyan, in Zhong Tianming's heart, she would not care about these trivial matters at all.

Moreover, in Zhong Tianming's perception, Chen Ming was only a Wanshou realm, equivalent to himself.

There were so many cultivators behind him, and he was not afraid that Chen Ming would turn against him.

The token was not what Chen Ming wanted, but was given by Ling Weiyan.

If Zhong Tianming and others could talk nicely, Chen Ming, who was afraid of trouble, would probably give him the token.

But they came up with such threatening words and attitude, how could Chen Ming let him do what he wanted.

"Anyway, Ling Weiyan asked me to handle it, so I handled it according to my own wishes!"

Chen Ming's mouth suddenly curled up into a smile.

A verdant branch appeared in Chen Ming's hand. With a gentle wave, the token in his hand paused, and then flew out with the five-colored divine light from the branch.

"So that's how it is. I just arrived, and Immortal Wei Yan gave me the token, and I dare not refuse!"

"Now return it to its original owner!" Chen Ming said.

Zhong Tianming was relieved to see Chen Ming so tactful, and smiled, saying: "Daoyou is very righteous. You are a person trusted by Immortal Wei Yan. When distributing spiritual objects, you will definitely not be left out!"

Zhong Tianming said, and reached out to catch the token that flew over.

His mind probed into the token, and it was immediately hit.

A puff of poisonous smoke spewed out from it, and there were dense insects in the poisonous smoke, which drilled straight into his soul.

"Ah~"

Zhong Tianming screamed, and urged his magic power to drive away the poisonous smoke and insects.

He suddenly felt pain in his hand, and took a closer look. What he was holding in his hand was not a token!

It was clearly a blood bead that was spinning around.

Smoke and poisonous insects kept pouring out of the blood bead.

After a while, it wrapped Zhong Tianming tightly.

Zhong Tianming had no power to resist at all. His flesh and blood were eaten away, leaving only a skeleton.

The skeleton was also covered by the devil insects, making a sound of gnawing that made people's teeth ache.

Seeing Zhong Tianming's miserable end, the monks around him immediately used their magical powers to retreat, fearing that the poisonous smoke and poisonous insects would contaminate their bodies.

The blood bead rose, emitting red light, and filled with smoke, and a strange hissing sound came out of the smoke.

"Who still wants the token? I'll give it to him now." Chen Ming said lightly.