The big monk's face was pale and pale, and it was just a matter of letting the embassy come forward.

If he really lets the embassy come forward, will he still be mixed up in the metaphysical world?!

Crash!

The thunder above was still tirelessly chopping down, and the barrier he had laid was already on the verge of crumbling.

The earth binding technique is also a very advanced technique, not to mention that it will be, even if you look at it, he has only seen a few words of introduction from the classics handed down by his master.

He can't untie the ground-binding technique, can he really let the embassy come forward?

The little monk's face was pale and pale, and under the reflection of purple thunder, he looked particularly gloomy.

Song Ning immediately shifted her gaze.

Cut! What about stealing someone else's life and making yourself younger?

It's not about turning into a monster in human skin!

As soon as this barrier is broken, let the heavenly thunder slash him a few times, and then talk about it half-dead!

Anyway, even if it's an embassy dignitary, just take a breath and don't ask for anything else!

Crash!

This time, the thunder was a little thicker, and the enchantment was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"I promise you!"

The enchantment in front of him couldn't hold on for too long, and the great monk couldn't hold it either.

"I'll give a letter to my fellow cultivators and ask them to come as soon as possible with the ransom..."

The words of the great monk jumped out word by word, and his face was even more endlessly aggrieved.

Thinking that he is the most promising onmyoji in the country, he came to China with confidence, vowing to turn China upside down...

As a result, he died before he left the school!

Before he finished arranging the big array that absorbed the luck of the Chinese country, he met Song Ning, a powerful master of Chinese metaphysics...

Although he had already had Song Ning's information on his desk, they didn't take her seriously...

Yaga!

Why didn't the person who provided him with information say that Song Ning was so powerful!

The great monk's face was clearly extinguished, and the heavenly thunder above his head could be split down at any time.

The exercises he cultivated were yin and evil, and naturally he couldn't resist the hard splitting of the heavenly thunder...

"Song Ningsang..."

The great monk's face turned from blue to purple, and he couldn't help but call Song Ning heavily.

"Why are you so loud all of a sudden..."

Song Ning plucked her ears impatiently, "Just talk about it and don't practice fake tricks!" Come on! Write now! ”

Song Ning took out a piece of paper and a brand-new fountain pen from her bag, and with a gentle push, the paper and pen slowly floated in front of the great monk.

The great monk grabbed the paper and pen with an iron face, and did not start writing for a long time.

Song Ning raised her eyebrows, "I don't know what to write?" ”

"It's easy to do! I say a sentence and you write a sentence..."

"What should I write..."

Song Ning nodded her chin, "The ransom can't be ordinary money, I don't lack that thing..."

"A talisman like the one you just used... Let's prepare a thousand first! After all, it's a consumable, and it's not enough to build it without it..."

"And... With your identity, you can't put on dozens of spiritual weapons?! If you give less, you can't take a shot, right..."

Song Ning racked her brains as she spoke, thinking about what she still lacked, which was bound to reach the point where she would have to take it out even though it hurt the other party's flesh to death.

"I'll think about it again..."

"That's right..."

Song Ning opened her mouth and said a series of things, "Although I don't like antiques, who makes my husband like it!" ”

"You didn't steal antiques from our country a few years ago... In this way, I don't want much, just barely ask for one or two hundred! ”

Song Ning said with an expression of reluctance, really going to be less.

The great monk almost wanted to vomit blood.

It's okay to say that antique thing, as Song Ning said, that thing was shipped to China by their generals a few years ago.

Over the years, there have been countless antiques in his sect's collection, and that thing just looks good, at most it is just a force!

If you want to say that it is really distressing, even if Song Ning is going, it doesn't necessarily mean how much distress they have.

For people like them, who are "handicrafted", money and things are indeed the most lacking.

They don't feel much distressed when they don't see the spiritual weapons.

It's still the same sentence, he collected a lot from Huaguo in those years, and those things that they couldn't use or couldn't use were lying in their sect's Tibetan Ware Pavilion and eating ashes!

What really distressed the great monk was the more than 100 spirit runes that Song Ning came when he opened his mouth.

is as powerful as Song Ning, and they haven't seen a few spiritual creatures yet, so they have seen a lot?

Besides, it costs a lot of money to hunt a spiritual creature, and you have to risk contaminating cause and effect...

After hundreds of years of accumulation, coupled with the looting in China a few years ago, their sect is only a thousand!

Now Song Ning wants a hundred when she opens her mouth...

The great monk's face was ugly, although he was the youngest onmyoji who had been hot in recent years, and at the same time he was the designated heir of the sect...

However, when he was not really in charge of the sect, he was not sure if the master would use the precious spirit rune to save him...

Crash!

There was a huge purple thunder snag down, and the enchantment instantly collapsed, and the next time, the thunder and lightning would directly slash into his body...

The panic on the big monk's face flashed, and the hand holding the pen shook unexpectedly.

"You'd better hurry up, the thunder will come down after ten breaths..."

Song Ning kindly reminded him, "Think about it... How many times can you withstand thunder..."

In fact, there is no need for Song Ning's reminder, the great monk's psychological defense line has been loosened.

Under the persecution of Tianlei, the great monk wrote aggrievedly on the paper the ransom that Song Ning demanded.

"That's right!"

Song Ning smiled and folded the rune paper into the shape of a paper crane, and then put it in the hand of the great monk.

"Give it away now! You'd better pray that your fellow doormen will come soon..."

Song Ning smiled meaningfully at him.

The face of the great monk suddenly became a little gloomy again.

He naturally knew what Song Ning meant.

Tianlei she will not take it back, if his fellow door comes late, what will happen to him, it is not up to her.

Anyway, all she had to do was leave him breathing for the time being!

The great monk figured this out, and the movements in his hands immediately became a little faster.

He made a quick decision, and the paper crane slowly flew into the sky, and with another finger, the paper crane disappeared in place in an instant.

"Beautiful!"

Song Ning slapped her face excitedly, this paper crane carried her compensation!

When the paper crane returns, her compensation will come!

It's exciting to think about!

The spirit rune is naturally hers, and the spirit weapon is not impossible to distribute to a few metaphysical sects in China.

As for antiques!

Donate to the National Museum or build your own museum to play?

That's a problem...

Crash!

Ten breaths of time came in a flash, and the heavenly thunder head with the thickness of the bowl slashed down at the great monk.

Song Ning took a few steps back at the right time, so as not to be accidentally injured by the thunderbolt.

The great monk didn't care about hiding his secrets, gritted his teeth and took out a piece of warm and simple mutton fat white jade, and threw it on the top of his head.

"Huh..."

Song Ning's eyes widened slightly, "You still have such a good thing hidden..."

That piece of ancient jade was obviously a spiritual object left by a certain high monk, which could resist the attack of the heavenly thunder.

"It's a pity to follow you..."

In order to prevent this piece of ancient jade from suffering with this buried master, Song Ning gently raised his hand and forcibly took the piece of white jade.

The great monk was so angry with Song Ning's shameless behavior that he vomited blood, and before he could angrily accuse Song Ning of shamelessness, the sky thunder slammed down.

"Ahh

Without Gu Yu's resistance, the great monk immediately screamed miserably, and suffered this heavenly thunder for life.