Chapter 134: Wealth Moves People's Hearts, and the Treasure Breaks Cultivation
"Hehehe! Good planting! Good planting! Hearing Zhou Hong's words, the old monk looked at Zhou Hong with a surprised face and said: "The donor laughed, you just gave this treasure to the old monk, why did you turn your face and deny it?" He also made a temporary decision, and when he saw that Zhou Hong had not sacrificed this treasure, he had the idea of snatching it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Although the colored mist covered the blood altar, and Ren Song also loosened the binding of the Laurel Immortal, the old monk did not think that the two dragon sacrifices would be interrupted, this kind of sacrifice was extremely dangerous, at this time, the land of the domain and this world were connected together, even if it was really the great true monarch of the Lingguan Palace, forgive him and dare not block the sacrifice, once the combination of the two voids was interrupted at this time, the gap generated by the fragmentation of the void was enough to swallow the entire Luozhong.
In any case, the old monk didn't believe that Wang Lingguan dared to gamble with the lives of hundreds of thousands of people on this side to destroy his two dragon sacrifices. Now you just need to wait for the sacrifice to be completed and the Demon Venerable to arrive.
He could even guess that the big man of the Spirit Officials Hall had not shown up so far, and he must have gone back to Heaven to gather soldiers and horses. However, as long as the Demon Venerable comes...... Hehe, these gods...... It's just a cloud.
That is, the big thing has been decided, of course, you have to plan for yourself, the big revenge is revenge, but there is still a little revenge yet, with this treasure of course it is much more convenient, and such a powerful magic weapon that the stupid baby surnamed Zhou actually does not know the sacrifice, it is clear that God borrowed his hand to give it to himself, God does not take it, but suffers from it, of course the old monk will not make this kind of mistake.
Thinking proudly in his heart, the old monk did not hesitate, and sat cross-legged at the moment, ready to use the Demon Dao Method to sacrifice this treasure, this thing is already a big murderer, and then use the Demon Dao Method to support it, which is definitely called the first magic treasure of the Upper Three Realms! As for Zhou Hong and Ren Song, the old monk didn't care at all, just with their little ability, they really couldn't get into the corner of their eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Seeing that the old monk Jueming sat down suddenly, Zhou Hong had already guessed his plan, and immediately sneered, and said with some schadenfreude: "Old bald, are you thinking about treasure crazy?" Without waiting for him to answer, he replied: "Such a powerful magic weapon, how can there be no treasure master, I advise you not to waste your efforts!" ā
"Oh?" When the old monk Jueming heard this, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Hong and then smiled: "It turns out that this treasure has an owner?" After that, he smiled contemptuously and said: "Don't say that the donor must not say, you are the owner of this treasure, hehe...... Even if it is, the old monk will take it now. With that, he began to refine the fishing vessel with all his might.
"Naturally, I am not the owner of that treasure," Zhou Hong was not angry when he heard this, but said with a smile: "The owner of this magic weapon is actually in front of you, old bald, don't bother, this is left by the little brother of the Ren family and his father to his son, don't dream!" ā
"What?" This time it was Ren Song's turn to be surprised, looked at the fishing device in the old monk's hand, and then turned his head to stare at the dragon king's son-in-law and said, "Brother Zhou, you said that thing was left to me by my father?" ā
"yes!" Zhou Hong replied. It's a pity that he didn't know that Ren Song's words "dad" and "dad" had different meanings, and even the old monk on the side had a misunderstanding, and pouted: "How much ability does a Heaven Survey Spirit Officer have, even if it is really his sacrificial thing, even if he gives alms to me!" "Then use the spell again to refine the treasure.
Seeing the old monk refining the magic weapon left by his father, Ren Song was furious, this old bald man was too hateful! He was about to open his mouth to scold, but when he heard a plop, Zhou Hong on the side suddenly fell to the ground and fell on his back. It turned out that he was worried about his wife, and just responded to this cowardly question, so he hurriedly walked to the colored fog, who knew that the fog-like colored smoke, but at this time it was as hard as steel, and the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace who was caught off guard hit the fog and was rebounded back, and suddenly fell on his back.
Seeing Zhou Hong fall, Ren Song was also taken aback, and hurriedly turned around to touch it, only to find that the smoke was as hard as metal at this time. It's not like just now, looking at the wisps of purple smoke rising from the left side, this cowardly thing is really surprised, obviously it looks like smoke, why does it become the same as iron?
"This ...... What can I do? Little Red Sister, they're still inside! In his mind, Shannian himself said anxiously, Ren Song listened but didn't say much, just snorted coldly, even if these snake medicines were prepared by Wang Lingguan, he would definitely not attack his own people, so Ren Song was not like himself, blindly worried about Sun Qiuhong's safety.
At this time, what I really have to worry about is the fishing vessel left by the Lingguan's father, seeing that such a treasure, it is obviously his own, but he has not touched it, and it was forcibly taken away. Ren Song, who felt very aggrieved in his heart, was silent for five minutes, and finally couldn't hold back the cowardice and shook his body, and the whole person had moved to the old monk, and before he could reach out to grab the rod, an invisible thrust came, and Ren Song was squeezed eight feet away from the old monk.
Raising his eyelids and looking at Ren Song, who was still babbling there, the old monk Jueming shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, wealth is moving, the treasure is broken and cultivated, and it is good at planting!" Let the benefactor want to ...... with your little bit of blessing Sizzle! ā
Before the words were finished, a miserable white light bypassed his neck, took a breath of cold air, the old monk reached out and touched the blood marks on his neck, and then looked up at the Yin Soul Sword of the Mother and Zimu, and couldn't help sighing: "It's a pity......"
With a terrible female voice, the Yin Soul Sword turned its head again, and the white-clothed sword spirit looked coldly at the old monk sitting cross-legged below, and then turned into a white light and flew towards him. "Sin...... Sin! Such a treasure, but it is a pearl. Looking at the Yin Soul Sword, the old monk sighed and pointed at the sword, and in an instant, the white-clothed sword spirit suddenly stopped in the air and could no longer move.
"Ren Shi, these magic weapons of yours are useless with the old man!" The old monk looked up at Ren Song and said with a smile: "The golden body demon body is the first body of the demon path to refine the technique, because it can only be achieved with the help of the merits of incense in the world, so very few people practice, the old man is too stupid because of his talent, so what he practices is this kung fu, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it may not hurt me, especially those magic weapons in your hands, the old man has already received it, so don't count on it anymore......"
"Fuck you!" Hearing the old monk's sarcasm, Ren Song was even angrier in his heart, he was blocked two or three meters away at this time, looking at the long pole in despair, and the unwilling cowardice was the same as Zhou Hong just now, trying his best to stretch his arm, but he was three or four arms short of the long pole, how could he catch it?
"In vain...... Stupid! The old monk Jueming, who was sitting on the ground, raised his eyelids again and glanced at them, and said lightly.
(To be continued.) )