Zhang Sen wouldn't deliberately do anything unreasonable in order to get more souls, but he didn't mind using the enemy's souls for his own convenience.

In fact, although he didn't get Hutson's equipment, and he didn't gain anything from fighting with Hutson, he actually got enough benefits, and Hutson's split soul contained a lot of information, which was enough for him to analyze for a long time, and even be able to take many of Hutson's cultivation experience as his own.

On the contrary, it was Hutson, who not only lost several clones, but also consumed a lot of himself, but in the end, the bamboo basket was empty.

"That's ......"

At this time, Zhang Sen saw the starlight suddenly twinkling in the distance, and his eyes couldn't help but be attracted.

The stars are extinguished, and they are constantly moving, and they can be seen clearly from afar, but unfortunately because they are too far away, in addition to being able to see the light, the luminous body itself cannot see clearly.

"The movement trajectory is irregular, and the frequency of the flickering is not irregular, is it artificial...... Maybe ......"

Zhang Sen's mind was like electricity, and he thought of a lot of possibilities in an instant, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a smile appeared under him, and the next moment he put away the thousand poisonous dragons, and he quickly flew towards the flash point.

He didn't use any superfluous spells, but instead completely converged his aura, but his speed kept rising.

The flash was quite persistent, still there for a full hour, but the position had changed considerably.

Zhang Sen got closer and closer, and finally stopped at a position where he was still millions of meters away from the flash, his body landed directly on a meteorite, took out a telescope, and looked directly at the flash.

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Telescopes for telescope

Durability: 10/10

Magical Attributes: Passive: Greatly increased visual range.

Note: You don't need to stand tall to see far!

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Of course, a normal telescope can't see the picture that far, but Zhang Sen's telescope is naturally a magic prop.

"As I expected."

Zhang Sen looked at the battle in the distance with a telescope, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart.

He had guessed that there was a fight there when he saw the irregular movement of light, and now through the telescope, he had determined that.

There are so many treasures, there will definitely be disputes, and there must be fights where someone has interests, which is a very normal situation, especially when the treasure is born, there are often a few unlucky ghosts who fall.

For example, Zhang Sen has heard in the mirror world that in the past few hundred years, in order to compete for a seventh-level root, there has been a scuffle, although most people returned empty-handed, but these people are not the most unlucky, and some people have fallen in the melee, and it is a complete fall.

"The wizard...... Could it be Nangong Marx, known as the Lord of a Hundred Ghosts? ”

The first thing Zhang Sen observed was not the glowing man, but the wizard who was fighting against him.

This wizard is wearing a dark robe, his face is very pale, like a corpse without the slightest blood, his appearance is a combination of Chinese and Western, it is said that his father is Eastern, and his mother is Western, and the name is even more remorable as long as you hear it once, the reason is so strange.

In fact, Nangong Marx is extremely disgusted with other people's names, and generally only allows others to call him the Lord of a Hundred Ghosts or simply the Lord of Ghosts, as for Nangong Marx, most of them are used by his enemies, at least his friends know that he doesn't like this combination of Chinese and Western names.

Nangong Marx is also a wizard with a title, but he is an out-and-out necromancer.

And he is proficient in the knowledge of the soul, and his methods are extremely cruel and terrifying.

Zhang Sen didn't dare to look at Nangong Marx more, but looked at another glowing person, and then frowned, this person he didn't know.

This glowing man was wearing a gorgeous white robe, the white robe was super delicate, and the patterns on the edges were complex and exquisite, and if you looked closely, you would find that the combination of these patterns was some kind of strange formation.

"Nangong Marx vs. local tyrants?"

Zhang Sen carefully calculated the price of the revealed equipment on the man's body, and then silently came up with a dá àn.

At least the equipment he saw was already of astonishing value, this guy definitely had a lot of background, and he was either rich or expensive.

With the best materials and the best refining methods, these equipment are still suits.

Zhang Sen became more and more curious about the identity of this man.

At this time, Nangong Marx released a large number of monster souls, the souls of these monsters were filled with black aura, almost at the moment of release, these monsters roared at the man at the same time, and an invisible fluctuation gathered into a lot, turning into a monstrous wave and slapping at the man.

"This is the soul of MiGmon?"

When Zhang Sen saw these monsters, he immediately recognized them.

MiGs are a very special creature, and MiGs are actually a transliterated name, because there are no words to describe this creature in human writing.

MiG, in fact, just like the word wolf, is used to describe a specific creature, and the meaning of its existence is to describe this creature, and there is nothing else, so it is impossible for humans to create words to describe MiGmon.

Zhang Sen had seen the MiGmon in the mirror world, this creature was huge, with a character as simple as a domestic cow, and its aggression was very low, and it usually only roared when it was greatly threatened, and this was its only means of resistance.

The roar of MiGmon has an extremely strong emotional will, which can have a great effect on the soul, and creatures that feel angry will generally flee in a hurry, and only a few creatures are not afraid of Migmon's roar and continue to go their own way.

Zhang Sen was most surprised that Nangong Marx actually raised so many MiG beast souls, which was not much different from some strong people raising a large number of cattle.

But soon he saw the horror of Migmon.

The light on the man's body was dazzling to the extreme, and he even took out a gorgeous and huge shield to resist the roar of the Migmon, but it was all useless, and the roar of the Migmon ignored these defenses and attacked the man's body directly, and the light on the man's body dimmed directly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this time, Nangong Marx naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but the man endured the pain and took out a magic staff, and the next moment his body quickly flashed back, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew thousands of kilometers, and quickly took out a few potions and drank them, and the light on his body recovered again.

"Potions to repair soul damage, really fucking rich."

When Zhang Sen saw the man's behavior, he couldn't help but complain in his heart, the elixir that repairs the soul is not rare, but it depends on the extent of the repair.

The human soul has three souls and seven spirits, and this soul wraps its true spirit layer after layer, if the soul is injured on the surface, then the general medicine can be treated, and if it is injured in several layers, it needs better medicine.

The most troublesome thing is that the true spirit is damaged, and the general soul repair potion has no effect at all, and some extremely effective soul repair potion must be used to recover.

Zhang Sen can be sure that the potion used by the man is definitely a treasure-level potion, and even if the ordinary potions are drunk, it is impossible to recover so quickly, at least it will take a buffer time to gradually recover.

On the other side, the corners of Nangong Marx's mouth twitched slightly, in fact, this man's strength was far inferior to him, when he found that this wild tyrant was wandering around in the PK area, he directly launched an attack, wanting to kill this wild tyrant and swallow the other party's treasure alone.

Who knew that this product was simply Xiaoqiang, except that the first attack made him injured a lot, and every time he launched a surprise attack, the other party was able to come up with all kinds of deadly props and potions that were expensive in the Eternal Country, and they were on par with him.

Especially the financial resources shown by the other party, Nangong Marx doesn't know how to describe it.

"That white robe definitely has a root, and it is a fifth-level defense root, the shoes have a liù jí dodge root, otherwise his mirror realm will definitely not be able to dodge my attack, and his ring has a prediction root, recovery root, and necklace has a soul defense root, but the level is not as high as my defense root, but eighty percent of the damage is resisted, and the roar of the MiG-beast can't kill him in seconds."

Nangong Marx has actually retreated a little at this moment, such a wild tyrant, there must be a super big man behind him.

The problem is that the equipment of this local tyrant is too tempting, and the idea of wanting to give up is suppressed by the shining equipment every time he is born, if he gets the equipment of this local tyrant, his strength will increase by at least three hundred percent, and the enemies he was afraid of in the past are not enough to fear.

It is this kind of yòu huò that he has been chasing after him.

"Friends over there, help, I have a lot of thanks afterwards!"

When Nangong Marx was thinking about the next countermeasure, the wild tyrant suddenly looked in the direction where Zhang Sen was and shouted loudly.

Don't ask why space can speak, basically cultivators have their own methods, and there is no need to make a fuss in the future.

For example, the method of this wild tyrant is actually to cooperate with the necklace and directly turn what he wants to say into information and spread it, which is no different from speaking.

Zhang Sen heard the words of the wild tyrant, his face couldn't help but darken, he was hiding so far away, and the goods were able to find him, which showed that the other party definitely had detection props on him, and the level was definitely not low, after all, he had already recovered.

And Nangong Marx also looked in the direction where Zhang Sen was, his eyes couldn't help but squint slightly, and for a moment he thought more, such as the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches in the back or something.

One-on-two?

Nangong Marx's eyes flickered slightly, he was not sure what Zhang Sen's strength was, which was a bit dangerous.

That kind of megalomaniac has long been unable to know where to die, and even if he is not dead, he will definitely not live long if he walks on the road to death.

Nangong Marx knew very well how dangerous these universes marked with the tomb of great power were at present, there were people outside the sky, and he could be sure that he was definitely not the strongest one among the treasure hunters, so the necessary caution was necessary.

"Good luck for you!"

He looked at the wild tyrant, said very unwillingly, and turned around and left the next moment.