The Ghost Armor Mountain God disappeared after entering the light curtain of the Tianluo Golden Bowl, and except for the small attic that was faintly visible behind the golden light, outsiders could not observe the situation inside at all.

Of course, Meng Juntong also tried to launch her spiritual power to probe, but she was surprised to find that the golden light curtain was actually an iron plate, and there was no way to break through it.

The old woman looked at Tang Qingfeng with a worried face: "Childe, isn't it a little dangerous for you to do this, Miss she ......?"

Tang Qingfeng's face was complicated, he didn't know that this was a gamble, although his intuition told him that the mountain god would not be unfavorable to his wife, but this was a bit risky after all. But could the situation really be worse now?

Indeed, her wife still has that immortal treasure in her hand, but what can the current Ghost Jia Mountain God do if he gets that immortal treasure, he can't even refine the immortal treasure. Nowadays, he does nothing superfluous.

Meng Juntong was not too worried, in the previous covenant he signed with the Ghost Jia Mountain God, it was mentioned that only when the mountain god really fulfilled what he promised Tang Qingfeng to do, Meng Juntong began to accept the commission of the mountain god.

If the Ghost Armor Mountain God did anything here, or did something crooked, then the previous negotiations would be meaningless.

"Childe, look. The golden bowl in the sky was suddenly covered with fine cracks with a click.

"The natal magic weapon is damaged, can it be said that he can't hold on!" Tang Qingfeng pinched his hands and prepared for the worst at will.

If the death qi really gets out of control, then this shrouded enchantment will undoubtedly become a hell on earth.

However, the situation did not deteriorate, and although the bowl was full of cracks, it never broke.

It's just that the golden light curtain that shrouded the attic seemed to fade little by little, and after a full pillar of incense, the golden light curtain disappeared completely, and the golden bowl in the sky, which was already full of cracks, had completely lost its color, and there was an unknown fishy black juice flowing outward at the crack.

A staggered figure staggered out from the small door of the attic, and only walked out five steps, then his lower limbs fell to the ground weakly, and the bowl that had turned black in the sky fell directly in front of the ghost armor mountain god with a bang.

At this moment, the ghost armor mountain god was full of life, but the ghost armor that was worn on him, which was almost shattered by Jenaro, actually repaired most of it by itself after absorbing a large amount of dead qi, and the ghost head heart armor on his chest regained its luster.

Looking at the natal magic weapon that fell in front of him, the ghost armor mountain god did not show the slightest regret, everyone was going to go, and the natal magic weapon fell with it, which is common sense.

The god of Ghost Jia Mountain looked up at Meng Juntong with difficulty: "You can inspect the goods." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, there was a sound of the wooden door being squeaked open on the second floor of the attic, and then a woman's crisp voice sounded: "Qingfeng! Where are you?" ”

Tang Qingfeng had already appeared in front of the attic window in the next moment, and hugged the young woman in the white robe.

He hadn't seen his wife like this for almost two hundred years, and although he still didn't feel the slightest warmth in this body, the previous dead breath was long gone.

"Tang Qingfeng, your wife's problem has not been completely solved. The death gas that is in place for now is indeed crossed by me, but that doesn't mean that everything will be all right in the future, and as time goes by, the death gas in her body will accumulate again, and it may be faster than the last time. Previously, under your sacrifice at any cost, she lasted until three hundred years before she lost control. But now, firstly, you no longer have the cultivation you had back then, and secondly, the speed at which her body accumulates dead qi is much faster than the last time, as far as I can conservatively estimate, you still have a good time. The ghost armor man was so weak that he said a lot of words, as if he was explaining what was going on in his own life.

Finally, he looked at Meng Juntong: "I'm going to trouble you next, girl." ”

Meng Juntong shook his head, weaving dreams for the common people has always been the duty of the dream weaver, whether it is a great good person or a great evil person, as long as it is listed among the common people, it is among the goals of the dream weaver.

"Are you ready, your body is ......" At this moment, the Ghost Jiashan God was already dying, and the most terrifying thing was that in every pore of him, from time to time, one or two wisps of black qi would come out.

"Are you afraid that if I die, these dead qi in my body will get out of control. The ghost armor man shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry, don't look at them very active now, as soon as I breathe, they will all cling to my soul and take me into the abyss of hell." This is also a kind of karmic retribution for me. ”

The Ghost Jia Mountain God turned himself into a sealed container, and these dead qi were all extracted from Tang Qingfeng's wife.

As soon as he died, the vessel was completely sealed, and then sank to a place where it should go.

"I need a wisp of your soul medium," Meng Juntong reminded.

The Ghost Armor Mountain God made a stop gesture: "Wait a minute, there's one more thing I forgot." ”

"What's the matter?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up later, I said, don't take advantage of your little girl, your dream is very precious to me, I have to pay the reward first. ”

Although this ghost armor mountain god has done a lot of wrong and evil things, I have to say that there are some things about him that people really can't hate.

Meng Juntong really didn't think about the reward of this ancient god, so he didn't think about it at all before.

The Ghost Armor Mountain God beckoned to the haystack not far away, and two objects rolled out in a dripping manner.

When he looked closely, it was actually a pair of ghost head urn golden hammers that he had held in his hand before.

"You're going to give me this pair of hammers," Meng Juntong didn't say that he didn't think this pair of weapons was good, a weapon that could be favored by an old Beiyue Mountain God wouldn't be much worse, but even if he practiced martial arts, as a woman, he would definitely not choose to use such a weapon, which was very incompatible.

Just when Meng Juntong wanted to politely refuse, he saw the Ghost Jiashan God making a gesture at the two hammers.

With a click, the pair of hammers cracked straight open, like cracked watermelons.

Meng Juntong was dumbfounded, there was actually something else in this hammer.

The Ghost Mountain God stretched out his hand and pointed to the broken hammer on the left and said, "Here is the reward I gave you, and the other one, please pass it on to her as well." ”