"Oh...... Oh! Lan Zhiruo hurriedly helped Shen Jing take off a shoe, ripped off the socks again, and handed them to him, I don't know what this young man is going to do.

The other party's brain circuit is too unbelievable, and she never delusionally thinks she can keep up.

Shen Jing casually inserted the Zhuxian Sword on the ground, and the sky-high immortal qi in his whole body instantly converged, took the socks, and the space ring flashed, and a large handful of golden and bright monk relics had appeared in his hand.

Although Shen Jing put down the Zhu Immortal Sword and the immortal qi in his whole body disappeared, the Wutong God still didn't dare to move, let alone resist.

You must know that in his memory, the Zhuxian Sword, the top-level immortal energy between heaven and earth, can only be used if its own strength reaches a certain level, even if it is an ordinary immortal, it can't touch the Zhuxian Sword at all.

And the moment the other party put down the Immortal Sword, all the immortal qi in his body was put away, which showed that the other party's strength was strong, and the level of immortal power was far higher than he imagined.

The large handful of monk's relics made him even more dumbfounded.

The five gods can feel that they are all relics of great virtuous monks who are admired by everyone, and they are blessed by the Dharma.

Although these virtuous monks only have a short lifespan of less than a hundred years, they have absorbed the power of the wishes of sentient beings, and the power contained in their relics is definitely not weaker than that of him, a god of the five paths.

And he woke up after sleeping for so long, and his own strength was weakened a lot, and it was even more incomparable.

I just don't know what this young man is doing when he takes off his socks and takes relics?

Shen Jing stretched out the sock with one hand, and put all the handfuls of monk relics into it with the other hand.

Ding Ding Dong is quite good.

The eyes of the five gods are about to pop out.

What's the situation!?

The relics of the high monk contained a sock!? What the hell are you doing here? Even if I'm a demon, I'm a little wronged for the monks, right?

Looking at the relics of a high monk with a sock, Shen Jing began to knot the socks.

The weather is a little cold these days, he has changed into long socks, after tying the knot, all the relics are squeezed on the toe of the socks, forming a spherical shape, and the back is almost twenty or thirty centimeters long, which is very easy to hold in his hand.

The boy nodded in satisfaction.

Try it.

Then he picked up a sock of the relic ball, shook it suddenly, and smashed it on the head of the Wutong God next to him!

For a while, the golden light was shining, the Sanskrit sound was bursting, and the ripples of Buddha light spread in all directions from the impact place, which was very beautiful.

"Ah————" Wutongshen's head was full of golden light, and his head was directly smashed into a dent, and he rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, screaming again and again.

"The immortals spare their lives, the immortals spare their lives! The little demon is wrong, the little demon knows it's wrong! The Zhuxian Sword was inserted on the side, and the Wutong God didn't dare to run at this time, so he could only lie there obediently and cover his head and kowtow and beg for mercy.

Shen Jing hammered the high school boys' stockings version of the monk relics in his hand a few times and asked:

"Do you know what you're doing wrong?"

"Little Demon ...... The little demon made a mistake in not holding up in front of the immortals, and collided with the immortals...... "Wutongshen hurriedly said, and at the same time felt that the immortal in front of him was a nervous disorder, this Nima is too good-looking, right!?

"Ding!" As soon as Wutong Shen finished speaking, he was already beaten again, and his eyeballs were almost blown out!

"Ah——————" shouted even more miserably this time, and a group of believers of the Five Paths God next to them were dumbfounded, and some of them kept slapping themselves to see if they were dreaming.

"What's wrong?" Shen Jing shook off the Meteor Hammer of the High Monk Relic in his hand and continued to ask with an expressionless face.

"Wrong...... Wrong...... Is it wrong that I shouldn't wake up? The Wutong God was out of tricks at this time, and cautiously tentatively said.

"Bang!" "Ah——————h

Another hammer went down, and the five gods were already rolling in pain.

This thing hurts! A hammer will almost scatter his divine power!

It's like dozens of penances who have been pure in heart and have few desires for a lifetime, and tens of millions of virtuous monks are attacking him at the same time, and they can't bear it at all!

"What's wrong?" Shen Jing continued to ask.

"It's wrong...... Woo woo, the little demon really doesn't know what's wrong, ask the immortal to show it, ask the fairy to show it! Wutongshen hugged his head and cried bitterly, aggrieved to death.

This man is insane! It's completely unreasonable!

Shen Jing snorted coldly, and the Relic Meteor Hammer spun like a windmill, and hit the body of the Wutong God again, and scolded angrily in the other party's screams:

"You shouldn't have made a call!"

Thinking of this product, I don't know how much trouble it will cause to himself, Shen Jing was angry, and the meteor hammer flung up, scolding while beating:

"You love to make small reports, don't you?"

"You like to chew your tongue, don't you?"

"You're a trumpeter, aren't you?"

"Long-tongued woman, huh?"

"Ahh————h Immortals, the little demon is wronged! was beaten by Shen Jing on his head and face, Wutongshen screamed again and again, holding his head and shouting injustice, "What is the phone?" The little demon didn't know what the phone was talking about!! ”

At this time, Wutong Shen had already been spread on the ground with Shen Jinghammer's nose and blue face, Shen Jing was a little angry, his eyes narrowed, and he asked:

"Did you give a dream to a tiger demon and a ghost? And the fox demon? What kind of Dao fruit to tell them, what Yuanyang? ”

Wutong Shen's whole body trembled, and he suddenly thought of something, looked up at Shen Jing, and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that you...... You are ......"

Shen Jing smiled and said: "Why, chewing your tongue behind your back and gossiping about me every day, you really meet and don't know each other?" ”

As soon as the words fell, another hammer swept over, smashing the skin of the five gods, and the soul shook violently, and he almost fainted in pain.

It's just that Rao is like this, but Wutong God was shocked at this time, and looked at Shen Jing in front of him with wide eyes, as if he was looking at a legendary sacred thing.

"Dao Guo...... Are you Dao Guo? You are Shen Jing!? Wutongshen muttered in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with longing, cruelty, fear, and timidity.

"Tell me, what is Dao Fruit, and how do you know about me." Shen Jing twisted his wrist and shook the Relic Meteor Hammer in his hand and asked.

There was already killing intent in his eyes!

This must be clarified today, he is fed up with the feeling of being spied on all the time, like always feeling someone peeking through the crack of the window when he is taking a shower.

"Wronged, wronged! The little demon didn't know that the immortal was the Dao fruit before, so he offended the immortal! And I also listened to the call of Emperor Donghua...... No, I only found out by dreaming! Wutongshen lay on the ground and shrunk into a ball, screaming miserably.

Hearing this, Shen Jing had a black question mark on his face.

WTF？

Why did you pull out a Donghua Emperor later?

Are you guys a phone gossip sister?