In the end, Xuanwu Yu compromised, the lanyard was his weakness, and after struggling for a long time, he finally reluctantly agreed to him.

Together with the whip, there are two purple horns, which are exquisitely clear, each of which is more than 20 meters long; one Jiao tendon, which is as thick as Wang Fan's thigh, and more than 300 meters long, is dark gold, with a miraculous light flowing; and more than 10,000 cyan scales the size of a human head, which are blue and shining, and are incomparably precious.

He clapped his hands, his face was proud, and he floated as he walked.

Since ancient times, why do demons not stand on each other? Monks and monsters meet like enemies, and they fight without saying a word, either you die or I die.

Just look at Wang Fan's harvest today, monsters often have what monks need on their bodies, which can increase their cultivation as Taoism, improve their strength, improve their status, and mastering more resources means getting more rights and the right to speak.

And people are the first food in the world for monsters, human blood has a temptation from the bones of monsters, this is nature, there are few monsters who don't like to eat people, even if there is, it is like a giant panda, a rare national treasure.

Therefore, Wang Fan did not feel that he had the slightest cruelty and inhumanity in cramping and peeling the skin of Jiaolong, disemboweling it, and even cutting it out, because if Wang Fan fell into the hands of the dragon god, the end would be the same. What's more, he disposed of nothing more than corpses.

Humans and demons are inherently hostile, as they have been, are now, and will not change in the future.

……

Nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Wuyou stood up and stepped into the temple, the temple was resplendent in gold, magnificent, jade bricks paved the ground, golden dragon pillars, glazed as a case, gold and silver utensils, magnificent.

Jewels are placed all around, and the walls are hung with divine weapons to kill the cold, and various reliefs and murals are beautiful.

Every piece of artifact in this is a priceless treasure, noble and introverted, low-key luxury,

A long white carpet stretched from the doorway to the depths under the raised platform.

On the high platform, there is a small boxy wooden box quietly placed, half a foot high, two feet long and wide, the color is simple, I don't know what to put it.

Wu You was very excited, his body trembled slightly, his face wrinkled and trembled, and his eyes could not hide his excitement and greed.

"Holy relic! Holy relic!"

His eyes were burning, staring at the small wooden box on the high platform hundreds of meters away, eager to pounce on it and open it immediately. But he endured it, and did not dare to be disrespectful to the barbarian god, rewarding him with a word, and killing him was also a word.

The barbarian god left a spiritual idea here, and he must be respectful and sincere, so ...... He walked and kowtowed three times.

burst

The cloaked man spat out a mouthful of old blood, his hands trembled, and the word "well" appeared on the back of his hand and on the door of his head.

"Is that why you're wasting your time?" he gritted his teeth, the corners of his eyes twitched, and I can't bear it!

Knock knock

Knock knock

Finally, half an hour later, Wu You walked under the high platform, he raised his feet and stepped up, and the small wooden box was close at hand.

"The relict is mine!"

Crunch –

Wu You opened the small wooden box, and then he was immediately petrified, a greedy smile stiffened on his face, and more than a dozen black question marks appeared on his head.

"Holy ...... Relic?"

His voice trembled, his eyes widened, and he almost fell out.

Inside the small wooden box, there was actually a huge fat and fat insect! Red head and black body, fat and whirring, it looked very similar to the kind of tree insect that Bei Ye ate, but it was more than 20 times bigger than that thing.

The black fat bug was still alive, its body was undulating, it seemed to be sleeping, and after hearing the movement, it raised its head and glanced at Wuyou, then turned over and continued to sleep.

"This ...... This...... Is this a holy relic?" Wu You's face turned blue and white, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he felt like his brain was dead and blank.

Was the relict alive? Was it a stupid, fat worm? His first instinct was that he had been deceived, which was impossible! But he soon realized that no white-clothed priest in the legend had ever seen the relic, but had only heard of the existence of the relic, and no one had ever seen it with his own eyes.

So...... A holy relic is a worm?

Wu You's eyes changed, and he didn't know what to do for a while, he hesitated, knelt down and said respectfully: "The barbarian god is above, Wu You is ignorant, dare to ask...... Is the relict this bug?"

Hearing this, the cloak man in the shadows felt a burst of refreshment, Mom sells batches! Let you waste your old time! The wonderful is still to come!

He cleared his throat, pretending to be a ghost, and his voice was very majestic: "The art of immortality, and my inheritance, are all on this miraculous peerless merit to create the immortal ink dragon worm, which can give you five hundred years of life, and half of my inheritance." ”

Wu You was overjoyed when he heard this, "The miraculous and unparalleled merit of ginseng creates immortal ink dragon worms", look at this name, how lofty! How compelling! Sure enough, it is worthy of being a holy relic, although its appearance is not good, but the essence is introverted, it looks like an ugly stupid worm, but it is actually the Holy Spirit of heaven and earth.

Wu You hurriedly kowtowed, and his voice was respectful: "Thank you for the generous gift of the barbarian gods, but I don't know, how to take it? Isn't it the art of inheritance and immortality, it is in the belly of the holy relic, and it needs to be disemboweled?"

Fuck you, it's beautiful!

The cloaked man scolded viciously in his heart, and continued to flicker on his lips: "I am a barbarian god, how can I have such a crude skill?" Inheritance and immortality, one in the soul, one in the body, inheritance and soul, immortality and body, this god is unparalleled in the creation of immortality and immortality ink dragon worm, it is a combination of the two, you only need to eat this worm, you can naturally get immortality, inheritance. ”

Eat, eat, eat...... Eat?

Wu You was shocked, his mouth slowly opened, and his chin fell to the ground.

"And you have to eat it all, and there is nothing left, otherwise it will be in vain. "The cloaked man made up for it.

"This ...... This, this, this, this ......" Wuyou stammered, speechless.

"The reward is gone, I will sleep, waiting for the next descendant, and when you have finished taking the holy things, you will go away on your own. After the cloaked man finished speaking, he finally couldn't hold back and laughed sinisterly.

The essence of the evil eye is one of the eyes of the evil god, but it can control all things and evolve all things, the holy object is not the evil eye, and the cloaked man uses the evil eye to disguise it as a holy object, so that Wu You is willing to merge with the evil eye to achieve his own goals.

As for why the evil eye turned into a huge tree worm that would make his legs weak even when Bei Ye saw it, it was completely someone's revenge mentality, and he was not afraid that Wu You would be too scared to eat, as an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, he had a good grasp of people's hearts, for a greedy and death-feared person like Wu You, if it was really a holy thing, he would eat even a pot of!

At first, the cloaked man thought about making the evil eye turn directly into poop, but after thinking about it, forget it, then the revenge mentality will be too obvious, and it may be seen.

Miraculous and unparalleled Gong Ginseng Creation Immortal Ink Dragon Worm?

Quack, quack, quack, Lao Dao is really a genius, such a terrible name, only Lao Dao can come up with it. The cloaked man was smug.

(End of chapter)