Chu Moyu remembered, in the process of carrying the corpse all the way, he didn't feel tired, the rain couldn't help him at the moment, he was stained with fire talismans, and now he was full of spirit and spirit, not like Fang Cai.

"If I become an old master of Taoism, it will naturally be better, I will support justice, hang the pot to help the world, and act chivalrous and righteous, and forget righteousness for profit."

Chu Moyu smiled and thought wildly.

Chu Moyu didn't want to attract the attention of the cultivators.

I want to be more comfortable.

"What do the old masters of the Daomen look like, and the people who collect the materials are the disciples of the Daomen?"

"If I, Chu Moyu, can really become a member of the old master of the Daomen, then what is the situation of this world."

Chu Moyu saw that the old master of the gate was so majestic, Chu Moyu also wanted to do it, and now he was not too tired to carry the corpse, and he also wanted to lie on the bed every day, move his fingers, wave his magic skills, and wave his stick to beat people everywhere.

If that were the case one day, the world would still be a beautiful place.

With Chu Moyu pointing out the country, the world is not chaotic, fleeing the city and going to other countries, preferring to die rather than being beaten by the heavens and inexplicable sticks.

Chu Moyu's figure, the body was on the backpack, the figure gradually dimmed and became tangible, and the light shot from the rain to this area.

His eyes were in a trance, thinking.

Thinking of how he could be taught a lesson by the old master of the Daomen, he was still haunted in his heart.

"This group of masters is causing trouble, causing trouble for no reason, doing misdeeds, losing their conscience, and daring to love them is nothing to do."

Chu Moyu suppressed the scolding words in his mouth, he had already learned that scolding his father and mother would cause a certain kind of magic attack, this time he changed the words to civilization.

"See what your master can do to me!"

The old masters of the Daomen are well-manned, so they are not afraid of anyone committing crimes, and they may just wait for you to make mistakes and use you to fight for performance.

"I'm so angry, I'm really a brazen old thief."

Chu Moyu put down the flying armor backpack and inspected the flying armor backpack, which was intact.

The corpse was poured out by Chu Moyu.

The corpse lying on the ground, half of its head was destroyed, and one of its hands was broken, and the rain was beating the wound, and blood was still stained and poured out, rendering all the way.

"Look at you, what treasures are left."

Chu Moyu lifted the corpse's clothes, and there was a beam of light.

"A small stroke, a string of superb jade jewelry."

"A pair of superb jade pendants."

"The hairpin is also jadeite, take it!"

"There are three rings, I can't see any rings, there should be a lot of treasures hidden in them, and I can't open them."

"A piece of the Four Xuan Fei Armor puzzles."

Chu Moyu poured the corpse upside down, and there was nothing else to find.

Everything was in the space ring, and he kicked the corpse, and the corpse slowly slid down to the burial pit.

Moment.

Chu Moyu hurried back, his eyes skimmed over the phoenix wood, and the man was gone.

Tianguanzi has resumed his cultivation, and he is wandering around the Shinto Temple at the moment.

Tianguanzi was accompanied by a divine officer of the Imperial Soul level at this moment.

The Bone Priest pointed to Yoshio's tractor.

"Back then, the local Honkan Divine Masters of the past dynasties had exhausted their cultivation before they seized this tractor from Ye Zifu, and now the flying armor machinery inside is broken, and it is put in the courtyard for the priests to participate in the repair."

Tianguanzi shook his head.

The bone signing priest was surprised, it was not the tone of his speech, the heavenly official was displeased, otherwise he treated me like this.

The Bone Signing Priest frowned.

Tianguanzi felt that this was placed here, and it was a pity to destroy the heavens.

It's just that there's no oil.

The Bone Signing Priest respectfully invited.

"May the heavenly officials bless this thing."

All the priests of the Daomen know that the heavenly officials have the magic of creation, transformation, magic, weir, and heaven, and that if the holy objects in front of them can be revived, it will be a great spectacle of this view.

I was fortunate to see Tianguanzi come here, so I naturally hoped that Tianguanzi would perform magic skills.

"What do you mean? Got the hell out of it? "Tianguanzi saw that the Bone Signing Priest wanted to revive this thing, so that the Benguan could be famous again.

The bone signing priest hurriedly kowtowed.

"The subordinates don't dare!"

A structural diagram of an oil well floated in the sleeve of the heavenly official and floated in front of the bone signing officer.

"Hurry up, this thing likes oil, it's such oil!"

The bone signing priest wept with joy as if he had received a treasure, and he began to cry.

"Thank you for having you, thank you for having you, my heavenly official saint."

Tianguanzi didn't like cumbersome and vain courtesy, and left the Shinto Temple with a flash of light.

The Bone Signing Priest watched it.

The signing bone priest took the drawings of the heavenly officials, and went to the inner hall with great interest to discuss countermeasures with the priests.

And Chu Moyu walked under the phoenix wood at this moment and looked at it again.

There is nothing else, it is empty, and the rain is dripping here, as if it is just a prospect.

I finally met a person who was talking to me, and it was gone in a blink of an eye, things were wrong, I don't know when and what month I had the opportunity to meet him, what is his name? And who? This is for Chu Moyu's temperament.

All this happened in a hurry, and if you are too happy, you will not even be in a hurry to greet you.

Chu Moyu hung his head depressedly and walked back to the outside of the formation slowly.

A group of cultivators just now had already entered, some had already cleared the level, and some had been thrown out by the formation, and the corpses were cold aside.

Chu Moyu is not numb.

"I just saw that you didn't like your eyes, glared at me a few times, and then lifted you, you little madman."

Chu Moyu's feet were full of corpses, and a few of his eyes were scattered.