Motong wasn't much better, wearing all sorts of storage rings on his hands, and he was constantly self-absorbed.

"Yang Xia, put all these things away and get out of here for redistribution. Mu Xuan didn't want to delay any longer, and ordered Yang Xia Dao.

"Good. Mu Xuan opened his mouth, and Yang Xia immediately put these treasures and divine materials into the storage ring, in addition to Ji Wushuang's copper coin coat and dozens of large beads hanging around his neck, as well as the storage ring on Motong's ten fingers.

After collecting the treasure that Lord Rat had worked so hard to dig up, the two of them came out of the cave and looked at Lord Mouse, who was lying on the ground with his legs stretched out, convulsive, and still foaming at the mouth.

"If you're dead, if you're not dead, get out of here. Motong stepped forward and gave Lord Rat a kick and said coldly.

Lord Rat kicked Motong, hugged Motong's thigh with his mouse paws, and howled heartbreakingly: "Mine! These things are mine, you are too useless, this is what I have learned from thousands of years of waste sleep and food, you bandits, bandits, bullies!"

"Get out of the way!" Murton kicked his ears away from the rat-sama's roar.

"Sister Mu Xuan, is this rat spirit still useful?" Yang Xia looked at the rat who was crazy to the extreme, and couldn't cry, passed on Mu Xuan.

"I thought this rat had something to do with the old immortal in the depths of Creation City, but now it doesn't seem to be, if you want to kill it, let it go. Mu Xuan stared at Lord Rat for a moment and said softly.

"Hear me, give you ten breaths, get out of here, or I'll kill you." Yang Xia narrowed his eyes and said lightly to the crying and noisy rat lord.

After glancing at Yang Xia hatefully, Lord Rat wiped his eyes with his tattered official uniform, made a hole with two rat paws, and soon disappeared into the mud.

Yang Xia watched the rat disappear, his eyes flashed, and the group went to the depths of the ancient capital, a quarter of an hour later, a hundred miles away, in a mud in the ancient capital, the rat thief's head and thief brain drilled out, only a head was exposed, it looked around left and right, after making sure that there was no one around, it jumped out of the mud, pouted a large strand and began to plan, while planing while gritting his teeth and muttering: "This group of thieves has robbed most of my thousand-year-old income, but I am not stupid, I know how to divide the treasure and hide." ”

The rat quickly dug out a large hole, looked left and right, and after making sure that no one had found it, he drilled into it.

Not only does this treasure cave not smell of smoky rat urine, on the contrary, it is not only dry, but also exudes an intoxicating aroma of wine.

Lord Rat came to the depths of the treasure cave, knelt down, bowed to a painting in front of the incense burner, looked at a fist-sized piece of white chalcedony on the high platform, crystal clear, exuding a divine ring, and then, came to the chair full of wine jars and sat down, beckoned, took a jar of wine, tore open the mud, suddenly, the fragrance of wine was pervasive, let people smell intoxicated, it looked at the viscous blood, only a small half jar of wine syrup, the tongue, Mei Zizi picked up the wine jar and drank a sip, the mouse face was intoxicated, leisurely.

"Yes, yes, I don't see that you will enjoy a mouse!" Just when the rat was savoring the wine, a familiar voice came, startled it with a stream of urine, almost fell off the chair, the wine jar fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and came to the feet of Yang Xia.

Yang Xia picked up the wine jar and sniffed it with his nose, looking overjoyed, this is a real 10,000-year-old wine, the wine has become pulp, with blood.

"You brutes!!brutes!!!

"Hehe!" Yang Xia touched his chin, smiled slightly, moved away, Mu Xuan stood behind Yang Xia, slapped Lord Rat to the ground, and his body sank into the mud for several feet.

"Yang Xia, you are really a thief, I expected that this mouse has another treasure place, now we are not fat, we are getting rich overnight! What is this?" Mo Tong admired Yang Xia's five bodies to the ground, and some understood why Shui Sheng would let him follow Yang Xia, and after praising Yang Xia, Mo Tong's eyes widened, looking at the fist-sized, divine ring layer upon layer of white chalcedony on the high platform.

"It seems that this rat is really unlucky, and he actually found all the treasures of the tribe, no wonder he can cultivate to the secluded realm in the creation city where the spiritual energy is exhausted. Mu Xuan recognized this thing, took a moment of distraction, stepped forward, picked up this piece of chalcedony, and whispered, and then, when she saw the broken picture scroll enshrined by Lord Rat behind the incense burner, she was surprised for a long time, and the corner of her eyes was filled with mist, she stepped forward, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the scroll, her eyes were obsessed.

"Mine, this is mine!" Lord Rat staggered to his feet, spat out blood foam, and rushed desperately to snatch the thing in Mu Xuan's hand, that mysterious chalcedony was its lifeblood, even if he risked his life, he couldn't lose it.

Mu Xuan came back to his senses, looked at the rat lord who was covered in blood, and threw the mysterious chalcedony in his hand to it.

Lord Rat raised the rat's paw to catch it, a little stunned, I don't know what Mu Xuan means?

"Are you enshrined in this painting?" Mu Xuan looked at Lord Rat and asked lightly.

"This is to enlighten my Grace Gong, before opening the spiritual wisdom, I went to steal the sesame oil in the temple and was caught, almost killed, fortunately Grace Gong saved my life, used the pill to heal me, and used the magic to ignite my spiritual wisdom, which gave me the opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation, so I enshrined the portrait of the Grace Gong here. The rat-sama was silent for a moment, and then spoke of the past.

After Mu Xuan heard this, he was stunned and said to Yang Xia: "Let's go." ”

"Don't want any of these things?" Mo Tong asked in a daze, not knowing why Mu Xuan wanted to let go of this rat spirit.

"If you are told to go, where is so much nonsense. Yang Xia glanced at hundreds of jars of 10,000-year-old wine, felt sorry, glared at Mo Tong, and turned away, although Mu Xuan didn't explain much, but Yang Xia had already made up his mind, and guessed the ins and outs of this matter.

This broken picture scroll is painted with a young man, handsome and extraordinary, holding a scroll, chuckling at the person who painted, Mu Xuan saw the painting with tears in his eyes, most of the people in the painting are Mu Chen, Lord Rat recognizes Mu Chen as a benevolent father, bows at night, and the incense continues, so that Mu Xuan has good thoughts, and decides to let go of Lord Mouse, and also leave these things, which is considered a cause and effect.

"What good things are this mouse hiding, take it out for this chicken to watch!" Yang Xia and his party came out of the hole, Ji Wushuang was wearing a copper coin coat, and more than ten strings of magic beads were hanging around his neck, and he couldn't wait.

Yang Xia shook his head slightly, and didn't say much, but it was Motong who transmitted the message to Ji Wushuang, making this fighting holy chicken stunned here, looking at Mu Xuan, and said bitterly: "Loser......! Ahh

Mu Xuan frowned, kicked Ji Wushuang's stock, and made it scream, like a meteor, flying into the distance.

After cleaning up Ji Wushuang, Mu Xuan took Yang Xia and Mo Tong away, and after a hundred breaths, Ji Wushuang flew back, limping to follow, and the cockscomb was crooked to the side, not daring to provoke Mu Xuan, the primeval tyrannosaurus.

Two hours later, Yang Xia entered the depths of the Creation City, as they went deeper, there were more and more ceramic people, Mu Xuan shot one after another, as long as he met the ceramic people, they were all broken, leaving no more.

At the end of the ancient capital, the star-eating vines are all over the field, the roots are like pillars through the sky, intertwined, in the center, there are ladders woven by the star-eating vines, which are dozens of zhang high, leading to the dark and lightless, the portal that is transformed by the star-eating vines.

"Mu Xuan!" Just as Yang Xia was looking here, a hundred zhang away from his left, a dense star-eating vine exploded, and the juice in the vine spilled, and after it landed, it made a corrosive sound, and then, a shadow like a powerful ghost rushed over, roaring with resentment.

Yang Xia and Mo Tong, Ji Wushuang were all taken aback, looking at this shadow, this is a bad old man, muddy, only wearing a pair of big pants made of the skin of the star-eating vine, no hair, his beard is almost hanging to the ground, it is dark, and before he gets close, the smell has entered Yang Xia's nose, making him cover his mouth and nose and frown.

The bad old man had two thigh-thick divine gold chains tied to his feet, and the other end was connected to the depths of the star-eating vine, and his eyebrows were nailed by a hosta, and his face was full of hideousness, wanting to pounce.

Mu Xuan pulled her ears and stood quietly, and after a breath, the star-eating vine changed, four huge buds grew and slowly bloomed, and four huge eyes opened in the buds, staring at the bad old man.

"I was wrong, don't, don't!" the old man knelt down in horror as he looked at the eyes of the four buds, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Ahh

In the terrible old man's almost desperate cry for mercy, four eyes burst out with four divine rays, hitting his body, making his internal organs like pins and needles, his skin like fire, and let out inhuman screams.

"Mu Xuan, I have been suffering here for almost 20,000 years, and you still refuse to let me go? You are a vicious woman, aren't you afraid of karma?" After the bad old man was tortured, he couldn't even stand up, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blackened black blood, and said in a cold voice.

"Fang Ye, Feng Wuji and I agree with you, let you guard Mu Chen and Yu Rong, and repent at night in Ping'er's tomb until you die of old age. Mu Xuan was very calm and said lightly.

"No, I will definitely break through adversity as before, achieve all things, get out of trouble, kill you, and the bastard of Feng Wuji, no, I can't waste time, I want to cultivate, only cultivation can have hope, you cultivate! Go and be a clay figure, that's fun." The bad old man Fang Ye roared unyieldingly at first, and after a few breaths, he changed his voice, sat cross-legged, shouting to cultivate, and after a few more breaths, he cocked his orchid fingers in a motherly manner, got up and walked in the direction of the star-eating vine, and kept talking to himself.

"This.... What's crazy about, Sister Mu Xuan, who is this bad old man?" Yang Xia was stunned, this bad old man has been imprisoned here for 20,000 years, suffering and suffering every day, lonely and miserable, crazy and terrible.

"He's my fiancé. Mu Xuan looked at Fang Ye, who walked towards the star-eating vine, sat down, grabbed the soil, and concentrated on pinching the clay figure, and spoke.

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