Chapter 697: The Scribe in Green Shirts

When the man in the hat saw the tragic situation of his companion, he looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Haha...... Lighting the lamp, you panicked, it seems that the rumors are really true, you are called the deputy head of the sect, but you are actually a servant. ”

"It's no wonder that as a guest in Zixiao Palace, a great supernatural person of the same generation as those saints, he turned to the primordial and lowered himself to ...... generation."

"Click"

I saw that under the anger of the lamp, his right hand was clenched, and the body of the man with a hat made an overwhelming sound of broken bones.

Word by word, he asked:

"Are you deliberately provoking me? Want to die? ”

"I think this seat has been in the wilderness for countless thousands of years, and it is the first time that I have been played by these three little ants."

"Don't worry, this seat will let you, you can't survive, you can't die!"

Feeling the piercing pain coming from his body, the man in the hat gritted his teeth and roared:

"That's the only way? It seems that you, a quasi-saint, are nothing more than that, why don't you kneel and bow to me three times and nine times? I will take you as my son. ”

"In the future, you and I, father and son, will crisscross the flood together?"

The black-faced man saw that the face of the person who lit the lamp was becoming more and more gloomy, and there was a faint trend of wind and rain coming, and the people were almost numb, so he hurriedly said:

"No, can you madman shut up? Don't die. ”

"Burn the lamp, don't kill me, you can do whatever you want...... Wait, merit, yes, I can help you earn merit! ”

"You are already a quasi-saint, and you are only one step away from being a saint, I can help you earn enough merit to break through to the saint realm."

When the words fell, the lantern man sneered:

"Merit? Just the three of you ants who can only use the means are also worthy of helping this seat? ”

Even Yuan Shi Tianzun didn't dare to say this, how could the people of the Burning Lamp Dao believe these three ants?

Moreover, if the merit was really so easy to take, then the three thousand Zixiao Palace guests in the past would have all become saints a long time ago.

You must know that when Dao Ancestor spoke, I don't know how many Da Luo Jin Immortals ran to Chaos to find Zixiao Palace.

However, there were only three thousand people who arrived at Zixiao Palace in the end.

The white-faced man's face changed, and he roared:

"Shut up, it's nothing more than being tortured, if you dare to tell those secrets, they will never allow you to live!"

The black-faced man retorted unceremoniously:

"Why should I keep a secret for those people? That seat is mine! It's mine!!! ”

"If it weren't for that chance, I wouldn't have fallen to such a point, why could they use the flood as a chess game, while I could only hide in the corner and survive? I'm not convinced! ”

"What I can't get, they can't think of!"

The white-faced man shook his head and said:

"Crazy, you're crazy."

Seeing that the two people were talking about something serious, the person who lit the lamp couldn't help but be a little interested, walked up to the black-faced man, and said:

"What kind of chance did you just say? Truth be told, this seat may be less tormenting you. ”

In Randen's opinion, unless these three ants are all bold, otherwise, they are crazy.

After all, looking at the desolation, who would dare to sneak attack a quasi-saint? Moreover, he is also a guest in Zixiao Palace!

When the black-faced man heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said mysteriously:

"Burning the lamp, the fate is, in fact, we are not creatures of the wilderness, we are from ......"

At this point, the black-faced man paused, his voice much quieter, and looked around suspiciously, as if he was on guard against someone.

The lantern man frowned, subconsciously took a few steps closer, and asked:

"What do you say? Not a living creature of the wilderness? So where did you come from? ”

That's when it happened.

I only heard a hearty voice, which sounded behind me:

"Guess!"

In an instant, the lantern burning person secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly turned around.

I saw that a crack tens of meters long cracked in the space, and a space-time boat with golden flames burning all over its body crashed headlong into the person who burned the lamp.

It directly crashed through the space and disappeared into the spatial turbulence with the latter.

The vulture palace lamp that lost its owner, the exquisite pagoda, shook slightly for a moment, and then wanted to escape.

A green-shirted scribe walked out in one step, and his figure flickered, and he came to the Vulture Palace Lamp, in front of the Linglong Pagoda, and banned these two innate spirit treasures.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out three elixirs to help the man in the hat and others recover from their injuries, and said with a smile:

"Three, good acting skills, be rewarded~"

The man in the hat sat down on the ground and smiled bitterly:

"You're finally here, and if you don't come, I'm afraid you won't see us again."

"As the old saying goes, a hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, I can't imagine that this old thief who burns the lamp and fights for half a month with three nights is still so powerful."

The black-faced man licked his face and leaned in front of the green-shirted scribe and said:

"You guy can't swallow these two innate spirit treasures alone, why don't you lend me a few years first?"

The green-shirted scribe casually threw the Linglong Pagoda to the black-faced man and said:

"You cultivate martial arts, this Vulture Palace Lamp is just a thing of illumination, or this exquisite pagoda is more suitable."

"In the future, when you encounter an enemy, just use the Linglong Pagoda to smash people."

After the black-faced man took the Linglong Pagoda, he stuffed it into his pocket, smiled from ear to ear, and said:

"Hehe, you're still smart enough to think of this plan to rob while it's hot."

"It's just a pity, the Nine Golden Immortals can't be killed, they are the disciples of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, and there are many magic weapons."

With that, the black-faced man waved his hand, and returned with a harvest.

The white-faced man sacrificed a space-time boat and said:

"It's time for me to go back to retreat, you can share this vulture palace lamp yourself, it's useless with me anyway."

After seeing the two leave, the green-shirted scribe threw the Vulture Palace lamp to the man in the hat and said:

"Emperor Gaozu, I'd better leave this thing to you for safekeeping."

"Smack"

The big hand condensed by the divine power of incense slapped the flying vulture palace lamp, and the man in the hat said in a deep voice:

"Don't come to test my identity, unless, you first disarm the art of change, and let me see who you really are."

The next second.

The man in the hat turned and left.

The green-shirted scribe picked up the Vulture Palace lamp, wiped it with his sleeve, and said regretfully:

"This is an innate spirit treasure, it can be used to cut corpses, so rude, and I am not afraid of bumping into it."

"However, the enmity with Li Shimin is as deep as the sea, and it is not Tang Gaozu Li Yuan, who is that? Could it be Tang Xuanzong? Or Emperor Yang of Sui? ”

"Forget it, a space-time boat can be exchanged for two innate spirit treasures, and it is worth it."

……

The other side.

After escaping tens of thousands of miles, the man in the hat got into a deep mountain and old forest, and waited for a long time, but no one chased him.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, took off his hat, and revealed a face that was the same as that of Emperor Yang Guang of Sui.

Sitting on the ground, he began to retreat to recover from his injuries, and he had no nostalgia for the vulture palace lamp.

The lamp-burning people who have been reduced to being servants can have any powerful magic weapons? It's not as good as the three wasteless dragons.

The dragon scales, keels, and claws of the latter are all natural treasures, and ordinary people can't ask for opportunities.

(End of chapter)