The white sable curled up in a ball and did not leave: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll leave when you go." ”

Feng Miaojun smiled: "What is the difference between going and not leaving?"

The whiteboard was speechless. In fact, it also understands that for today's cultivators, it is almost impossible to resist the sixteen heavenly thunderbolts one after another.

She simply sat down and looked at the black tornado in the distance. In other words, Fu Lingchuan is really good, and he played with many people on the island~ in applause, but the cost he paid was very small.

Empty gloves white wolf, that's the kind of person you're talking about, right?

She looked at it, and suddenly narrowed her eyes and said, "Can the crab spirit exist alone from its own snail shell?"

"Yes. "The whiteboard urn sounded and the urn was angry," after all, it is dead, and the relationship between the soul and the flesh ¥~ body is far less close than before death. Even if it stays in the shell, it will not be nourished by its body. ”

Feng Miaojun looked at the sea ship in the distance and muttered, "I always feel that something is wrong." "Although it is a surprise trick to drive the ship to sea, there are too many variables in it, if the merman clan catches up with the merchant ship and intercepts the ceremony in the last hour, Fu Lingchuan will have to fall short?

She never felt that this was the best plan, and Feng Miaojun still had one doubt: Princess Changle was dozens of miles away from the island at the moment, although the crab spirit was equivalent to the machine spirit of Luofu Island, but she was so far away, could the ritual of sacrificing to the sky continue?

After all, there are very few countries in this world that have carried out the ritual of worshipping the heavens, and the most recent one was hundreds of years ago, leaving very little information for reference and research, let alone her, I am afraid that even the merman king can not deduce more useful clues.

The sable's dark eyes looked at her, as if she wanted to say something. But Feng Miaojun lowered his head and thought about it, and didn't notice it.

The whiteboard struggled inwardly for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say: "Mistress, it's actually ......"

"Huh?" she didn't care.

It snorted: "Actually, there is something unusual on this mountain. ”

She just asked, "What's wrong?"

"I smelled the smell of rare metal, it was supposed to be a precious artifact. ”

"Well, rare metals. When she said this, she suddenly came back to her senses, "Are you sure about the precious magic weapon?"

The whiteboard whispered, "Be quiet." ”

Feng Miaojun's eyes widened, and his heart beat faster, because a strange thought suddenly broke into his mind.

Liquid gold youkai feed on rare metals, so they have a special sense of it. Originally, it was normal to have mines in the mountains. But although it is called Cone Tail Mountain, it is actually a big snail shell, and the composition is mainly calcareous, where does the metal ore come from?

The Shark King and the others were standing here, and they had many magic weapons in their hands, but what about after they left? And the whiteboard used the word "precious" to describe that kind of thing, unless......

She lowered her voice, and only the whiteboard could be heard on the top of the mountain wind howling: "Can you find its location?"

"Yes, but it's a little vague. The tabula rasa replied, "I'm afraid there is a formation that has blinded my perception." ”

What a Fu Lingchuan! Feng Miaojun secretly praised in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Why are you willing to tell me again?"

She found out that the hostess's mind was so exquisite, and the good news had not been able to carry her away before. If the whiteboard had a cheeky face, it would probably be red at this time.

Yes, after the merman king left, it could sense that there was still a divine weapon aura on the peak, but it concealed the news and did not inform Feng Miaojun as soon as possible.

The little abacus of the whiteboard is actually very clear.

It was originally a free and easy Futai River God, but was forcibly captured by Yun Jie to sign and recognize the master, and from then on he could only serve Feng Miaojun. It is an intelligent being, much more intelligent than humans, and of course there is no resentment in the heart.

The contract stipulates that it must obediently carry out the master's orders, but it does not say that it must take the initiative, so the best result for it at the moment is to keep this discovery a secret and not report it, and let Feng Miaojun be killed by the thunder, so that it can regain its free body, as long as it does not appear in front of him in the future, it will still be a liquid gold monster in the world.

Why did it change its mind again?

The whiteboard said, "You are still thinking about me at this time, I should pay you back at least once." ”

Feng Miaojun knew that he had little hope of surviving, but he was willing to let it go and didn't let the tabula rasa accompany him to bury him. This love, it must be received.

Besides, Feng Miaojun and it are called master slaves, but in fact, they have never treated it badly, and all the precious metals in their private collections are fed to it. If you rely on the tabula rasa to practice slowly, you don't know that you will be able to advance to the level in the Year of the Monkey.

There are benefits to following the hostess, which is why it is reluctant to harm her.

Feng Miaojun saw through its little abacus, and snorted coldly: "If you want to atone for your sins, go and find it out!" Of course she wouldn't be happy if she had such a thought, but she didn't hate it because of it. Self-interest is a biological nature, and although the tabula rasa recognizes her as the master, it instinctively longs for freedom.

She knows this mentality better than anyone else.

The whiteboard let out a "hey" and slipped out in a ball of mercury. It was originally a great expert in stealth, and the current night was low, and the mist on the mountain provided it with good cover.

There was another glimmer of life in front of him, and Feng Miaojun was worried. People are like this, they know that they will die and can still be calm, but they have a way to live but they will suffer from gains and losses, lest they will not be able to catch up with the time and seize the opportunity.

She pressed down her thoughts and followed closely behind the whiteboard.

The road down the mountain is getting wider and wider. Halfway up the mountain, the whiteboard signaled to her, and Feng Miaojun immediately stopped, watching its figure slowly disappear into the air.

This ability to integrate with the surrounding scenery, even Yunjie is willing to bow down.

This place is much quieter than the top of the mountain, and the poisonous mist floating down from above has swept away all life, so at this moment, the mountains and forests are empty, and there is no sense of life.

Even the whiteboard was gone.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was half an hour.

The swirls of clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, as if they were about to press into the sea in the next second. There is less and less time left for Feng Miaojun.

She still leaned behind the stone, took a few deep breaths, and gradually settled down like an old monk. In other words, others are probably like ants on a hot pot, but she understands that at this time, it is useless to be anxious.

The only thing that can be done now is to do the best of the people.

I don't know how long later, a strong wind blew from below, stirring the hair on her forehead.

The direction of the wind blowing was a little strange, Feng Miaojun suddenly opened his eyes, sneaked forward for more than ten zhang, and looked down against the rock wall:

Five feet below is a small col, leeward. Due to the deep veins on the snail shell, there are such small cols everywhere on Cone Tail Mountain, which are not noticeable at all.

However, the originally blank col is now two more for no reason:

Fu Lingchuan and Princess Changle!