However, my mother-in-law was stupid, she just swam around the river of blood, why couldn't she even find a "job" when she came back?

Although that thing is not a good thing, it is not a well-known commodity in the capital. But there is one ability that is very evil, and if it is taken away and brought to the yang world, it will definitely cause a riot.

Thinking of this, she was suddenly stunned.

What is this place?

Where will someone go out!

Forget it, if you lose it, you lose it.

It's not a rare thing anyway, at least not very useful here.

However, the mother-in-law pulled out the sticky yellow mud from the ground with both hands and pounded it a few times. The freshly baked clay bowl was put back in her hand. Then he made a stop on the shore and continued to stand guard with dedication.

He Xiaotian obviously didn't know that the clay bowl in his hand was not a treasure here, and it was even something that could be made and mass-produced at hand.

But there is one thing, one person and one mud are not clear.

The yellow clay from which the clay bowl is made is the soil of the underworld. The water is the bridge that crosses reincarnation, infected with the blood of countless evil spirits. In addition, the mother-in-law who has the priesthood of the capital has made it by herself, and has witnessed the reincarnation of countless souls over the years.

Under the superposition of various factors, this thing is obviously not as useless as she said.

On the other side, He Xiaotian was wrapped in a golden robe and walked on the weird street with a big grin.

The ability to resemble invisibility prevented him from attracting malicious gaze from the enclosed room.

Since you have come to the capital, if you don't look around, wouldn't it be in vain?

Next time?

No kidding, if you can, I guess I won't get into it in my life.

In less than a day, he was stimulated too much.

All kinds of evil things are running around the ground, and what is even more terrifying is that occasionally you can meet an evil god when you raise your head.

Whoever wants to come, there is absolutely no really fragrant day.

Walking through the empty and soulless streets, he counted the harvest of his trip to the Bronze Gate.

The first is the EXP of 10 million, followed by the ...... of 25% Wait a minute!!

He Xiaotian suddenly found that his pollution level had reached 10%.

Could it be that it's because of three-fifths of the black candlesticks, which not only give him +1 for all attributes, but also reduce the Evil God Pollution by 5%?

it, lose 100 million.

Damn the Evil Swamp, one day I'm going to take you out and beat you up.

No, I should say that it was beaten!!

You shouldn't have been a bastard at all...... How did the percentage increase?

didn't wait for He Xiaotian to finish scolding, but saw [Constant Attribute: Evil God's Breath (Fierce and Vicious -30%, Evil God's Will +20%, Sleeping Domain +10%, Evil Domain Swamp +25%)]

The Badland Swamp has increased by +15%, an increase of nearly two times.

(⊙o⊙)…

In this way, it doesn't seem to be a loss, but it's also a strengthening of its own strength.

And in the storage space, there is also a mud bowl that I don't know what to do.

But he once saw that his mother-in-law just moved her wrist and directly included a very powerful soul body.

If this thing can not only clean up the soul, but also capture the soul of the living, why does it feel a bit of blood?

After all, there was no Evil Domain Swamp to show up in person, but the mother-in-law naturally would not be scared away, let alone lose the bowl after a fall.

No, I'll have to look at it later.

The power of the evil god always feels a little dangerous.

He Xiaotian thought seriously, in fact, if it was more true, he would undoubtedly be several times more dangerous than the so-called evil god.

At least the leeks led by Mr. Jin, the people of the world who have suffered miserably, the Nightmare Realm that has suffered in dozens of cities, and some alien cubs who do not want to be named think so.

"Dang Chang!!"

I was thinking about getting five old incense, seven star incense, nine emperor incense, and thirty-six Tiangang incense, respectively: sixty-seven, twenty-eight, nineteen, and one time.

"Huh?"

He Xiaotian lowered his head and looked at it. But I saw a fork head with a steel fork that had been cut off by a sharp weapon, and it came into view.

Forks, although uncommon, are not sloppy at all, and they are very particular.

There is a bull head fork, the center blade is long and straight, and the forks on both sides are horn-shaped, also known as tiger forks. There are also three-strand forks, namely the three-whisker fork, also known as the triangular fork, which is similar in shape to the bull's head.

It also has a two-strand fork, also known as a dragon's whisker fork. There are also five-strand forks, of which the front is long, also known as the flying harpoon, which was a boat war weapon in ancient times. In "Journey to the West", the three-strand fork appears several times, with the scorpion spirit and the yellow wind monster as well-known users.

The fork he kicked was broken off at the root, and the broken edge was as bright as a mirror. It can be seen that the blade that cuts it off is quite sharp. If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the surnamed He, who saw the faint bulge at the fracture, this thing would have been a [T] shape.

When He Xiaotian's foot touched the broken fork, the whole person had a momentary stiffness that could not be detected, just like when the dry corpse used his eyes to freeze his soul in an instant.

Fortunately, he had a lot of strength and kicked the steel fork out. At the same time, he took out the mud bowl that was under observation from the storage space, and shook it lightly to immediately relieve the stiffness of the soul, and the surname He couldn't help but lie straight on the ground.

"Good stuff."

He Xiaotian made a pun, not only admiring the ability of the clay bowl, but also saying that the broken fork was quite powerful.

With the presence of a clay bowl, he is naturally fearless. He crouched down and stretched out his right hand to pick up the broken fork.

When I touched it, I felt a familiar stiffness.

The clay bowl in his left hand shook as if it had injected a surge of vitality into him, and it was easily calmed down.

This thing seems to be disgusting to be a scaffold, but the ability is really extraordinary.

"Buzz ————"

The broken fork shook, and he took He Xiaotian's arm and wanted to point to the right.

“？！”

What seems to be inlaid on the door in the distance?

He Xiaotian walked briskly, coming to the front.

Glaive!

Above a blade, there are notched heavy blades.

In the human world, this thing is not used for actual combat at all, but for martial artists to exercise their arm strength.

Of course, in the eyes of cultivators, let alone a heavy knife, even if it is a mountain throwing.

This knife was halfway deep into the wooden door, thinking that it should be because of fighting with people and flying under the enemy, so it was deeply embedded in the door.

For safety reasons, He Xiaotian decided to unload the door.

You don't have to think about the clay bowl in your left hand, and you definitely can't just put it in the storage space. The broken fork of the right hand will not be put down, after all, it is the one who guides itself, and I can't say what the relationship between the two is.

On the trade-off, he felt that it was better to remove the door.

This decision also has something to do with the decaying appearance of the house, far from the eerie streets.

No matter how big it is, I'm not afraid, it's a big deal.

"Bang dang!"

He Xiaotian didn't say a word, and directly kicked the door in.

No matter what lonely souls and wild ghosts are in it, Lao Tzu will buckle a bowl to ensure that the other party sits on wax.

Unexpectedly, everything was calm and there were no attacks.

And he also found that everything in the room was cut by sharp weapons.

The whole room seemed to have gone through a storm of blades, and there was no complete existence.

"Shhhh

It can't be because the Glaive Knife inserts into the door and destroys the owner in an instant, right?

That's miserable.

How much sin did the owner of the house do in his previous life to encounter an unjustified disaster in the drunken capital?

His suspicions were not unfounded, except for the knife on the door, and the outside of the room, except for the fact that the building was a little rotten and crumbling, and could collapse at any moment, everything was intact.

This blade is full of gaps in the glaive, and it is the most suspicious.

It's got to be a good thing, the only thing that's more scary is that this thing won't attack him, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, the glaive knife buried in the broken wooden door was full of broken blades, and the cold light flashed.

Rise upright from the ground with a thud!

“？？？”

He Xiaotian stared at a pair of eyes, a little confused.

Big brother, I didn't touch you either.

The last time I met an unreasonable evil god, Lao Tzu glanced at him and directly me with 25% pollution, as if I was deliberately peeking at him taking a bath.

It's a bit too much for you to attack people for no reason.

After all, he jumped to the side almost immediately.

He Xiaotian didn't dare to bet on whether the Glaive Sword could cut through his defenses.

The realm of Xudu is very weird.

He wouldn't be surprised if anything strange happened.

What's more, I'm always on guard!

"Buzz ————"

A forest cold sword qi full of killing intent burst out.

In an instant, everything around it was torn apart, and at the same time, a terrible scream rang out.

"Ah————h