บท 406: The Power of the Divine Buddha

The three men in black robes looked at Mo Wen with fervent eyes and wished they could swallow him whole.

"Young fellow, I just realized you are actually getting more adorable." A man in a black robe was laughing evilly. In his eyes, Mo Wen had instantly become a treasure trove. Since he had a storage ring, he didn't know what other good things he might have. Mo Wen was simply making himself irresistible.

"Mo Wen, you are not their match. Run away quickly." Pei Fengwu took a deep breath with a helpless expression on her pale face. Even with the Immortals' treasure, it would be impossible for Mo Wen to defeat an expert in the Golden Elixir realm. With all the treasures, he would only be an advantage to the people of the Ghost Lair if he stayed on.