At that moment, Ma Xiaozhen remained silent, took Sun Gongzi's 800 yuan, and calmly changed the room. While Wang Fatzi was asleep, he quietly touched out of the room, and wanted to explore Wumeng Mountain at night before Sun Gongzi and his party, and take a look at the situation first.

Unfolded the Lingbo cat step under his feet, jumped out of the window lightly, and ran towards the mountain.

This foggy mountain is quite steep, shrouded in a fog all year round, and it is even more difficult to walk without knowing the direction in the dark night. Fortunately, Ma Xiaozhen's internal strength was close to Dacheng, and he stepped on the pair of Lingbo cat-walking flip-flops, climbing all the way, effortlessly, and quickly climbed up.

Ma Xiaozhen sacrificed the Jiuyi Heavenly Venerable on his finger, wanting to capture the aura in this misty mountain. However, although the aura in this foggy mountain is sufficient, it is erratic and disappears suddenly. It seems to be hidden deep in the land, and you can escape in an instant with the help of the earth.

This has become a thousand-year-old spiritual object, and it is really not so easy to get it.

Ma Xiaozhen thought for a while in his heart, and decided to go to the mountain temple halfway up the mountain to have a look.

During the meal, he had already asked the old couple about the location of the mountain temple, and then he searched for it, and sure enough, he quickly found the mountain temple.

Ma Xiaozhen has lived in the city for a long time and is used to seeing all kinds of big temples. This mountain temple is much smaller than he imagined, and there is no main hall and partial hall, only a lonely hall, standing in the mountainside.

The mountain temple is not only small, but also ruined, full of cobwebs, hidden in a withered vine and old tree, even more bleak, obviously abandoned for a long time, has long been cut off incense.

Brushing away the cobwebs in front of him, Ma Xiaozhen stepped forward, only to feel a puff of dust coming to his nose, choking his nose for a while.

I saw a statue of a little doll on top of the shrine. The statue is covered with a thick layer of dust, mottled all around, and many places have begun to fall off, and it is obvious that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

In the depression and dilapidation, it can be vaguely seen that the statue still has a bit of red lips and white teeth, and there are red threads on the hair, which is an innocent and romantic look.

Finding Wumeng Mountain from Wuzhentang, seeing that the clues were in front of him, Ma Xiaozhen's heart couldn't help but thump, and he stepped forward, only to feel that the ring on his hand also jumped and trembled violently.

Is there a windfall?

Ma Xiaozhen was suddenly overjoyed, and his mind moved, and he sacrificed the ring transformed by the Jiuyi Heavenly Venerable in the air.

The ring jumped in the air, growing in the wind, dripping and spinning, revealing the prototype of a pressure cooker.

Ma Xiaozhen didn't dare to delay, pinched the sword finger in his hand, looked at his nose and nose, and read words in his mouth.

The pressure cooker suddenly became purple, and it steamed for a while, reflecting Ma Xiaozhen's face purple.

As if to cater to these dense purple gases, the dusty clay sculpture of the mountain god boy suddenly began to vibrate slightly, and countless small points of fiery red aura seeped out densely from the clay sculpture.

Ma Xiaozhen was overjoyed, more engrossed, and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Under his control, the pressure cooker was like a long whale sucking water, sucking the tiny fiery red aura light clusters on the clay sculpture of the mountain god boy into it.

It was as if thousands of raindrops slowly converged and guided, and finally gradually merged into one, forming a fist of fiery red light, floating in the Jiuyi Tianzun pressure cooker out of thin air, quietly, without the slightest momentum.

With a frown, Ma Xiaozhen was slightly surprised.

He has already used the Jiuyi Tianzun pressure cooker to contain a lot of spiritual objects, either to obtain the divine meaning of the fist method like Tai Chi calligraphy, or to condense and form the spiritual energy into a magic weapon like the nine needles of Fuxi. I have never encountered such a situation, containing such a fiery red ball of light, quietly floating in the ding, as if without any support, I don't know what it does......

Could it be that it is a kind of spiritual fire that has been embraced? Like some kind of three-flavor true fire, red lotus karmic fire, Shura holy fire, or something like that?

In cultivating immortals, the power of these spiritual fires is very great.

Thinking of this, he was inexplicably a little excited, and Ma Xiaozhen was ready to try it.

"Walk You"

With a burst of applause, Ma Xiaozhen tried to control the fiery red light to attack in the air.

The fiery red ball of light did not move.

Ma Xiaozhen pointed a sword finger: "Three flavors of real fire!

This fiery red light cluster is still lying in the pressure cooker without moving, like Ge You lying down, full of uncle.

Ma Xiaozhen: "......"

Maintaining the "go you style" of the aircraft carrier taking off, Ma Xiaozhen felt as if a flock of crows were flying over his head.

It always felt like something was wrong.

Belch...... Really like an idiot...... Secondary 2 patients......

This look of oneself is a little silly......

"It's good that no one saw ......"

Ma Xiaozhen comforted himself in his heart, saying that the stupidity that everyone saw was the real stupidity, and he didn't count.

Thinking of this, Ma Xiaozhen only felt that his lower body was shaking, and the screaming chicken on the beach pants suddenly started singing, which was a Chinese spoof lyrics of "das kleine krokodil".

"You're that stupid, ......stupid,

Ma Xiaozhen almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Nima, as a 'chicken' playing background music, are you making a fuss at this time?

"Ahem...... Actually, I'm not screaming chicken ......."

The screaming chicken suddenly cleared his throat, as if it was the voice of Xuanhuang Old Ancestor, which perfectly blended childishness and obscenity.

Xuanhuang Ancestor: "Old man Xuanhuang Ancestor, you are using the secret technique of parasitic soul to transmit sound and dialogue. ”

Ma Xiaozhen was angry: "Nima, you put your soul on the screaming chicken under my crotch, I have endured it, please don't put such two appearance music every time you pass by to play soy sauce, okay?

"Ahem, ahem...... I'm forced to do this too......"

Xuanhuang Old Ancestor coughed in embarrassment, and explained: "This screaming chicken under your crotch is a dignified and personality-oriented, ah no, the background music of the chicken grid plays 'chicken', since I want to borrow its sound channel, of course I must respect its personality, ah no, it's a chicken grid......

Chicken lattice ......

Ma Xiaozhen was speechless for a while.

What the hell is this, I'm so chicken!

"Okay, don't care about this kind of detail!" Xuanhuang Ancestor's voice came again: "I contacted you this time with the Soul Sending Secret Technique, but not just for the sake of soy sauce, but for your big opportunity. ”

"Big opportunity?" Ma Xiaozhen heard this, and his heart suddenly rejoiced.

"That's right, this aura you have condensed is the incense wish power of this mountain temple......

"Incense wishing power?"

Ma Xiaozhen was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the fiery red light that floated out of thin air in the Jiuyi Tianzun pressure cooker.