Smack.

A long black stick was thrown into the river with the dark air. This is the end of the River Styx, and the water is especially thick. The long stick hit the surface of the river, but it couldn't splash any waves. The old man was hunched on his back, and he was very skillful in controlling the black long stick. By an iron pillar behind him, a big black dog on a leash lay lazily behind the old man's back. On the dog's back, there are nine things that look like plasters, which are probably the legendary dog skin plasters......

The black dog's eyes showed a fierce light, and he bared his teeth and grinned, "Ghost old man, when did I say that you would let me go?" He really wanted to jump, and then bit the hunchbacked old man's neck. But it's a pity that the script is perfectly conceived, just a dog leash around the neck, which limits its range of movement within a zhang of the iron pillar. If he could bite this old man to death, he would have done it a long time ago, even if he pulled the dog belt and panted, he would not be able to touch the old man's clothes.

The old man's hair was in a very interesting bun, half white, half black, and he tied it with a wooden hairpin, and looked intently at the long stick in the river Styx. He was tired of hearing the words of this dead dog, and until now, the answer is like this.

"Let you go, old man, who am I going to talk to. Suddenly a dragon pattern lit up on the long black stick, and the old man raised his eyebrows, and leaned in the direction of the dragon pattern, leaving the dead dog behind him aside.

The big black dog raised his eyelids and said angrily: "What did Lao Tzu say at the beginning? Let me go, Lao Tzu will find you a hundred beauties, even the most abrasive goblins in the Luotian Forest, I will bring them over for you and accompany you to chat." Make sure your ears are calloused, your mouth is foaming, and you're surrounded by fat boys. You look like you're dead, you don't agree, and you let Lao Tzu accompany you, really think Lao Tzu is your watchdog or what?"

The old man squinted, the second dragon pattern on the black dragon hunting stick lit up, he knew that the general direction could not be wrong, so he smiled: "It's still Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu at every turn, it seems that a hundred years have not been enough, and it has to be closed for another hundred years." Originally......"

The big black dog's eyes immediately flashed with a thief's bright light, and he fluttered, "Don't, don't." It's okay if the baby is wrong. You are Lao Tzu, you are Lao Tzu!" the tongue drooped in his mouth, and he was about to go up to add the old man's shoes.

This palm-sized place is really boring. The big black dog endured it for a hundred years, and only by playing with the ghost old man every day can he relieve his boredom. This time, he was very serious, so he asked: "Your lord has a lot, and I didn't say anything about those complaints just now." You open your mouth, how can you be willing to be me?"

The old man said quietly: "Let you go, unless you can catch a living person in this river." "Under the control of the old man, the long stick comes and goes freely in the black and thick Styx, you must know that the dragon seeking stick in such a black and thick Styx, not only has great resistance, but also has to resist the corrosion of the dark qi, which shows that the old man's strength is extraordinary.

"Don't mind. The big black dog flattered aggrievedly, "Isn't this equivalent to saying that you will let us go in the next life, so that we don't have to expect it in this life, but you can't." ”

The old man smiled: "That's the truth. Oops, it looks like I've caught a big guy today, and it's pretty heavy. He grasped the end of the stick in one hand and lifted it upwards with all his might.

The old man of the black dog was making fun of himself again, continued to lie down, and teased: "You have piled up a room of dark vessels, and you always have such a habit, are you preparing for your own future?"

The old man ignored the dead dog's taunts, frowned, and looked at the river very nervously. The place where the long stick probed into continued to bubble, and the runes on the stick instantly lit up several times.

Three, four......

Nine Ways!

The old man licked his lips, and his pupils flashed a trace of fluctuation, "The Nine Rank Spiritual Weapon, it's really a big guy." "The Nine Rank Spiritual Weapon, if it is placed in the wind and sand crossing of the ancient battlefield, it is guaranteed to cause the major sects to scramble. The strength of the reincarnation realm has been greatly improved. Two spiritual cultivators who have just entered the reincarnation, if there is a difference of one grade in the immortal weapon, this superior judgment, like this nine-grade immortal weapon, the output in the ancient battlefield is extremely rare, so the ghost old man was slightly surprised.

The fluctuations on the river surface are getting bigger and bigger, and on the originally simple and unpretentious long stick, the nine dragons circle, blooming with black light, and even the big black dog squinted, stopped complaining, and quietly watched what kind of murder weapon was born.

The dragon hunting stick kept floating, and the dragon pattern that had not moved at the top suddenly trembled, and the dragon's eyes bloomed with a very strong dark light. Although the ghost old man firmly grasped the dragon seeking stick with both hands, he couldn't help but tremble, and said, "Town...... Zhenguo Artifact ...... It turned out to be a damn Zhenguo artifact...... "The old man steadied his hands, if he lost his damn hand with a shake, he estimated that he would die."

For other spiritual cultivators, the underworld weapon may only be needed when they enter the reincarnation realm and guard the Dao Palace, but the ghost old man lives in seclusion here, and he has done such a thing in the past hundred years - fishing for the underworld weapon. It is conceivable how much this Zhenguo artifact means to him.

He let out a sigh of relief, and the bottom of the dragon seeker finally surfaced, and the dark lock at the end bound a mysterious object, undulating up and down. The ghost old man let out a long sigh in his chest and shouted, "Get up!"

The black waters of the River Styx fell from the object like a waterfall, revealing its true face.

"A corpse?" the big black dog fox asked. He's been at the end of the River Styx for a hundred years, and he's never seen an old ghost man pick up a corpse. Regardless of whether it was a master in life, when the corpse enters the River Styx, it will turn into black water and flow into the River Styx. The ghost old man also frowned, and looked at the corpse with some caution, "It's strange to be dead and not rotten." ”

The corpse was entwined with the dark qi, and the moment it left the River Styx, it slowly evaporated. The old man had already stood up, placed the body on the ground, shook the long stick, and the lock behind it was retracted. The big black dog came closer, sniffed with his nose, and said in surprise: "What a person!"

Now it was the old man's turn to be speechless, and when he touched the corpse with the long stick again, the grand scene of the ten dragons shining just now disappeared, and the black dragon seeking stick did not react.

"Old man, what did you just say?" the black dog suddenly remembered the joke of the old man in front of him, and asked a little more seriously.

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm talking about a living person." ”

Ahem!

The "corpse" spat out a few mouthfuls of black river water and moved his fingers. The boy wiped his face, his eyes opened weakly, and the moment he saw the light, he was in front of him.

The big black dog was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the ghost old man, his eyes were spiritually innocent, selling cute, the big black dog also has its own routine, a baby looks at how you deny it.