Wen Yiming didn't analyze the so-called rumors of Tongling Wu, although the information was a little unclear to him, but he finally knew a little Щщщш... As the experience increases in the future, there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed, and it is useless to think about it at this time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wen Yiming put away the mess on the ground and put the lilac stick into the storage belt that was bundled. Ignoring the scolding psychic crow, he actually moved the two corpses out of the square, and then put them in the ground. But before that, he took off the space ring on Wen Ruofeng's hand, and found a five-inch short dagger on his waist and put it in his waist bag. made the psychic Wu next to him feel shameless, but the look in his eyes was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Piling up two graves, Wen Yiming took a long time to get it, and he didn't open Wen Ruofeng's space ring, but blood was sprinkled on the ground. Wen Yiming had no choice but to give up, he wanted to put it in the space, but found that neither the belt nor Yan Feitian's ring could fit it in.

Wen Yiming didn't want to wear it all on his hand like an upstart, the key was that Wen Ruofeng's ring was too conspicuous, not to mention that the whole body was as red as blood, and it was covered with a circle of mysterious rune-like stripes. In desperation, Wen Yiming removed a red silk thread wrapped around the handle of the short dagger, twisted it into a small red rope with some effort, and hung the ring around his neck like a pendant.

In his opinion, a small silk thread that has gone through more than 200 years has not been decayed and weathered, and it should not be an ordinary material. The blood-red ring can't even be opened with a drop of blood, and if you lose it in your pocket, you will lose a lot. These treasures are the harvest of the past six months, and they are careless.

It was the short dagger that emitted a light blue glow, Wen Yiming also couldn't put it down, and after he removed the silk thread, he found that there were two small block fonts on it--- Bingmao!

"Haha, okay! It's all up to you to stab you in the back in the future!" Wen Yiming held the ice in his hand and stabbed his waist with a lewd gesture, laughing non-stop.

Tongling Wu rolled his eyes, and sneered, "In this ruin, you can stab me twice, save it!"

"Let's go, it's time to go out!" After everything was over, Wen Yiming waved his big hand, lifted the psychic black and roared through the square with a thunderous roar, and came to the sealing table.

The psychic claw broke free from the clutches of the devil and was furious, "What are you going out of? Do you really want to stab someone? I think you have paranoia!"

Wen Yiming smiled, and after a crackling explanation at a very fast speed, Tongling Wu almost didn't cry, "My old Wu is in a big trouble not to die, this... It's bound to be a late bloomer. Let's go, and the stabbing knife will count me as a share. ”

Wen Yiming shook his hand and sacrificed the long stick, laughed, and said, "That's right, it's time to return to the Heaven-Sent Continent, and the Sprinkle family is back, haha!"

"Wuxiang Qiluo has been taken away by that little girl, Mao's sprinkled family! Coo..."Tongling Wu stood on the sealing table gloating, and his mood was clear.

"Uh! yes, this girl is not kind!" Wen Yiming touched his chest-length dark gray beard and said to himself, "I don't know where to teleport, although the current appearance is difficult for anyone to recognize, just in case, it is still not careless." I have to change my appearance, and when I return to Shuangcheng to restore my handsome appearance, no one will know that Lao Tzu is a blind monk who once dominated the world. ”

Wen Yiming squatted against the smooth side of the white jade platform, looking at the hairy face inside, only to see that the cheekbones were bulging and the eye sockets were slightly sunken; I don't know if it was because of the dragon swallowing Beidou, the eyeballs turned golden red; especially the dark gray beard, which almost covered only the middle of the face.

Looking at himself like Lei Gong, Wen Yiming smiled, took out the ice and faced the shadow, and began plastic surgery.

After a few moments, he shaved his beard to just over half an inch long, and then carefully rested the middle edge of his face. Tear off a cloth strap from your clothes and tie the white hair on either side of your ears behind your back, leaving the rest to hang down naturally.

The psychic black slender mouth was staggered left and right, and when Wen Yiming put on Qin Li's golden suit, he nodded and pecked at the sealing platform and praised, "What a monkey!"

Wen Yiming smiled at the top of his voice, leaned over and squeezed his eyebrows at the shadow, then stepped forward and threw a long stick on the ground with a heavy pestle, crossed his waist with one hand and said, "From now on, please call me Monkey King, Sun Wukong!"

"There's enough sassy bag!" "The psychic black's wings snapped together, "Lao Wu has never seen such a cool monkey, and it's still a thousand-year-old white-haired demon monkey!"

Wen Yiming looked up to the sky and laughed, and he was quite satisfied with his outfit. I was about to put two poses to have a good time, but I was distracted by the next words of Tongling Wu.

"Old text... Ah no, Lao Sun, you are not dressed up like a human, Lao Wu feels very kind. In the future, I will live like this, and I don't have to change back to being human. ”

Wen Yiming grinned, "Call me Sun Dasheng in the future!

After the psychic crow dodged, Wen Yiming opened the bow and broadhorse with both long sticks, roared, and smashed his head on the sealing table.

'Buzz!'

With more than two thousand pounds and Wen Yiming's full strength, the sealing table was not damaged at all, but he felt a huge shock.

"!" Wen Yiming scolded in a low voice, shaking his legs and sweeping wildly around the sealing table. A quarter of an hour later, the sealing table finally cracked.

Wen Yiming secretly praised the material of this sealing table, if it were not for the consumption of years and months, I am afraid that it would not be able to shake it in the slightest for a lifetime.

In a hurry, Wen Yiming took a few steps backwards, and at the moment of the eight steps to catch the cicada riot, a drop of essence blood exploded in the spirit ruin space, jumped up and fell from the sky like a tilt and upside down.

"Ho... Roar !!"

Between the roars of thunder, Wen Yiming's arms bulged, and a violent force filled his body.

'Poof...!'

The thousand-pound heavy stick cooperated with the battle howl to increase the strength and sacrifice strike, and the stick that fell from the sky finally smashed the sealing table with no energy to the jade.

"Oh yes!" Tongling Wu was extremely excited, and landed on the shoulder of Wen Yiming, who was panting like a cow, and praised it without hesitation.

Wen Yiming gasped, put away his long stick and said, "Why didn't you move? It can't be that guy who lied to us, right?"

Before the psychic Wu could answer, a whirlwind suddenly rolled around them, approaching them directly.

"Come! Hurry, howl, how do I feel that this whirlwind is not quite right!" Psychic black eyes showed fear, and suddenly got into Wen Yiming's arms, leaving only one butt outside, fully showing that even if it is a spirit animal, birds still care about their heads and tails.

As soon as the transmission fell, a faint white light had already banned Wen Yiming, and he felt that it was difficult to move his fingers, let alone open his mouth. At this moment, Wen Yiming can only resign himself to fate, anyway, he will either be hanged by the whirlwind, or die of old age in the ruins, there is no choice.

'Whoosh!'

When the whirlwind rolled in, Wen Yiming only felt that it was dark in front of him, and instantly felt that a tearing force around him seemed to tear him apart.

Maybe it's just a second, but Wen Yiming feels like a century.

'Bang', Wen Yiming fell to the ground, didn't care to check whether he was injured, Wen Yiming turned over and got up, looked around, only to see lush trees, weeds, and rocks everywhere.

"Yan Bei Peak hinterland!" Tong Lingwu cautiously looked at it, and was surprised.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Wen Yiming didn't laugh out loud, but hunched his shoulders and twitched, as if he was enduring something, laughing crookedly.

After a long period of six months, he finally survived, which made him feel extremely good.

Tongling Wu flew down on his shoulder again, shaking his head and letting out a palpitating voice: "Fortunately, Lao Wu saw the opportunity quickly just now, otherwise it would have been a whimper!"

Wen Yiming rubbed the moistness of his golden red eyes, laughed to himself, and said, "What are you afraid of! Where the bird doesn't, it's a relief to die." ”

"How do you know I didn't there? That was a terrible situation. Understand?" The psychic rolled his eyes sharply, but his mood was the same as Wen Yiming, surprisingly good.

Wen Yiming propped up his waist, finally stopped laughing maniacally, and said, "It doesn't matter, people are dead and birds are facing the sky!

"Seriously warn you, use Lao Tzu as an analogy again, don't blame Lao Wu for turning his face!"

"Well, it looks like you've become a frightened bird... Belch!... Haha, I'm sorry!"

Psychic "......"