The ghost king and the human immortal probably can't jump out of the Three Realms, and they still have to roll in the five elements.

But this starving ghost king is higher than mine, so I am quite satisfied to be able to catch him, and I have a child-like idea of showing off.

Unfortunately, when the leather pocket was opened, the ghost was gone, and the donkey's head was still burping at me.

Next, Zheng Fatzi said that there was no such magic weapon in the small treasury......

I immediately felt a chill in my body, and cold refers to the realization of the soul, not the real cold.

"There's been a lot of strange things going on during this time!" Zheng Fatzi pinched his leather pocket, looking like he didn't care.

A while ago, the black fish demon hung up mysteriously, and until now we haven't figured out what Z is all about, and now there is such a show, and all of us are nervous.

"Old Mo, you've been looking after the house lately, have you noticed anything wrong?"

I shook my head, and said to myself, it's no different than not asking, if I found something wrong, would I still take this thing out and around?

"Or I'll ruin this thing, I'll see how it turns ghosts into nothing!" It was the side cannon who spoke, and his blind date road had not been smooth recently, and each of those female cultivators had seen him eye to eye, so his temper was a little short-tempered.

On the other side, the real irascible brother Huang Bawang directly picked up the leather pocket, and the two big hands competed, and the golden light immediately wrapped around his hands.

The creaking bones rattled, and the leather pockets were tight, but not broken at all.

Just as the Yellow Overlord was holding back his strength to tear this strange thing, a phantom of a donkey's head appeared on the leather pocket.

This guy hiccuped at us just now, and now he is even more arrogant, and he actually shouted at Huang Bawang.

The donkey's bark is so good that it doesn't sound like it's scolding.

"Son!"

The donkey's cry immediately angered the yellow overlord who was full of green muscles on his head, as a former boss, such a straightforward scolding, Huang Bawang absolutely couldn't accept it.

Through the vest worn by the Yellow Overlord, I saw that the lion head on the Yellow Overlord's back was releasing a massive amount of golden light mist.

At the same time, Huang Bawang's divine power increased greatly, and his hands were suddenly separated, and there was a chest expansion exercise.

If it was an ordinary thing, it would have been torn apart under the hands of Huang Bawang, but this leather bag is indeed tight, and it is elastic, and it was stretched open by Huang Bawang like an elastic band.

The black leather pocket suddenly turned into a footcloth, but this is not over, Huang Bawang's divine power consumption is huge, and the sweat beads on his head are dripping down, and after a few breaths, Huang Bawang's left hand slipped, and the leather pocket suddenly shrank.

"Smack!"

The leather pocket changed back to its original state, and when it bounced back, it also gave a hard slap in the face of the Yellow Overlord.

Huang Bawang's strength is not to mention lifting the peak, it is even possible to carry a small mountain, and he is so hard, which shows that the power drawn back from the leather pocket is definitely not small.

After the crisp sound appeared, Huang Bawang's huge body flew out in a whirlwind backwards, and after a 1,800-degree turn in the air, his head hit the wall.

"Bang!", Huang Bawang's head had smashed through a wall, and his leather bag had fallen on the table.

It was a long change, but it took just ten seconds.

By the time we came to our senses, the Yellow Overlord had already smashed the south wall.

Bian Cannon and Jiugong ran over, one grabbed his arm, the other hugged his leg, and dragged it back like a turnip, and Huang Bawang's head brought down a large piece of red bricks, leaving a big hole.

Huang Bawang is not proficient in cultivation, but his strength is extraordinary, and his physical fitness is even stronger and terrifying, so ordinary people smash his head, he is just a little dizzy.

The point is not on the south wall of Huang Bawang's head, but on the shot he was pumped.

When we lifted Huang Bawang up, we found that his nose and mouth were crooked.

After this kind of change, we have heightened our vigilance against this magic weapon of unknown origin.

Huang Bawang sat down slowly against the wall, this guy was also strong, facing the mirror, holding his head with one hand and his chin with the other, and then "click" A crisp sound, and his crooked mouth was twisted back by him.

But even such a reckless person doesn't dare to open his mouth to speak now. He could only stare at the leather bag that had fallen on the table on his own with resentful eyes.

Zheng Fatzi searched around the small vault before, but in the end he couldn't find a magic weapon that was similar to this thing.

Well, it's obviously inappropriate to call this leather bag a magic weapon, but it's still called that.

Huang Bawang was pumped hard, and the others stopped doing it.

Zheng Fatzi and I slashed and chopped on this leather pocket, Ruomu Sword and Xuantian Thunder Pattern Sword slashed back and forth, Shenhuo Heavenly Thunder rolled in, life and death were divided into angry and dead qi grinding back and forth, and the Nine Heavens Gang Wind continued to sweep.

It's a pity that I couldn't destroy this broken thing that can't be crushed, broken, or stepped on in the end, whether it's the previous magic weapon or Taoism, none of them can break this thing.

In the end, I could only sigh, and I thoroughly realized that most of the starving ghost kings were not coming back.

Even if the starving ghost king appeared opposite me, without moving, dodging, and only being beaten, he would definitely not be able to hold out for so long.

The practitioner has the same way of dealing with this indestructible and indestructible thing, at least that's what we usually use.

That is, seal it up, and after a few hundred years, it will no longer be our trouble, and maybe it will hit someone's head.

I had a fight to the death with a crocodile dragon demon before, and that's basically the above situation, I'm the one who tops the thunder.

What we're going to do now is essentially the same as sealing the crocodile.

I have to do it myself, originally I called everyone here to see the ghost king, but now the excitement can't be seen, and the leather pocket hasn't come up with a result, so naturally what should I do.

Everyone dispersed, and only Zheng Fatzi and Le Yan remained in the hall.

After talking to the two of them for a while, I went back to my room with my leather bag in my hand.

That's why it's good that the place is big, anyone can get a house.

When I got back to the house, I pulled out my leather bag.

Before I sealed it, I kept it in the palm of my hand and stared at my leather pocket.

The material of the leather bag is a little strange, and I can't tell what kind of living thing it is, but the phantom of the donkey's head has appeared several times, and I guess it should be donkey skin.

But when I looked closely, I found that the lines were covered with extremely fine scales, and when I blinked, the black phosphorus was gone.

(End of chapter)