If you look closely, you will be surprised to find that the gold box held by the bamboo pole man in his right hand is actually integrated, without the slightest gap, let alone find any openings.

As soon as he took out the box from the storage bag, he immediately stared, and his dark center moved, and the true qi in his body flowed, swallowing out through his palm and pouring it into the gold box.

In an instant, the mark of the Namora Sect imprinted in the center of the box slowly turned.

And, at the same time, the whole box trembled slightly on the right hand of the bamboo pole man, and burst out with brilliant golden light.

The golden light spread in all directions like smoke, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it quickly formed a prohibition, tightly wrapped against the surface of the gold box.

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo pole man exerted his right arm and threw the gold box he was holding in his hand into the air.

When the golden box was thrown to a certain height, it stagnated in the void, but it still trembled.

Seeing this, the bamboo pole man's hands quickly closed in front of his chest to form a mark, his lips opened, and he sang loudly in a language that others could not understand.

"Domira, chirp......"

The language used by the bamboo pole man is not the lingua franca used in ordinary communication, but the religious language inherited from their Moro religion.

His voice was sometimes loud, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched or sharp.

"Open!"

Reading and reading, the bamboo pole man let out a loud shout, and the seal formed by his hands on his chest slapped three times towards the gold box that was stagnant in mid-air.

In an instant, the trembling golden box fell silent, silently suspended in the void.

However, the prohibition of the golden box changed, and it bloomed like a blooming flower.

Immediately, there was the golden box that was integrated and there was no opening, and an opening appeared strangely.

Later, the entire box was slowly opened, and an object rose from the inside.

When I looked at it, the contents of the box were a turquoise cane in the shape of two hands, holding the strange six-pointed star mark of the Moro Sect. On the surface of the cane, it is engraved with dense and strange words.

Those words are the religious language of Moroism.

As soon as he saw the gold box open and the emerald cane appeared, the bamboo pole man suddenly bent his five fingers and turned his claws, probing and grabbing the golden box and emerald cane in the void. The two things "swished" twice and flew towards the bamboo pole man.

The bamboo pole man took advantage of the situation to grasp the turquoise cane in one hand and the gold box in the other hand into the storage bag.

In the next second, the bamboo pole man with a green cane blew out like a gust of wind, aiming directly at the cliff in front of him.

In a few blinks, the bamboo pole man approached the bottom of the cliff, he did not stop and gasp, the whole person jumped up on the spot, all the way along the bare cliff of the cliff, and from time to time his feet stepped on the top of the cliff.

After that, the man with the bamboo pole held the turquoise cane in his hand high above his head, his eyes closed, and he once again chanted something in the religious language of the Moro religion.

The true qi in his body surged into the emerald cane through the arm holding the staff.

On the dim turquoise cane, the strange six-pointed star that was held in both hands flashed and shone with a dazzling green light.

The calm aura of heaven and earth around him also seemed to be touched by something when the green light was shining, and it fluctuated slightly.

In addition, the speed of the bamboo pole man's mouth became more and more rapid.