Chapter 347: Can't Demolish It?
On the Qingluan chariot, the god was full of color, and the beautiful woman from the royal family of the spiritual realm had a straight face, and she tried her best to override the public opinion, and taught her little sister to return to Qingzuka:
"Don't say anything else, our Spirit Emperor Ancestor is not a hundred years old for his little wife Zhao Shangyi's grandmother.
Daoists in the cultivation world, there are many people with large age differences, not to mention that there is a saying that there are three hundred elixirs for female colleges, and three thousand immortal classes for female colleges. ”
The beautiful woman looked serious.
Gui Qingzuka looked at his fifth sister steadily.
Thinking about it, she just said that Feng Sheng and the sixth sister were nine years apart, so there was no need to move out of the ancestors......
Only the Lord of Glory shook his head.
Age, the taboo of the fifth sister, the fifth sister is three hundred and ninety-three years old this year, because cultivators can stay young forever, so they are still twenty-one or twelve years old.
She prefers Xiao Langjun, who is more than ten years old, how can she let people put their beaks in this matter?
"Later, when Feng Xiao Langjun is tired, we will go to meet him for a while and introduce him and the sixth sister. The beautiful woman had no doubt about it.
"I'm afraid that this wind is coming up, and I can't stop it for ten days and half a month......"
Gui Yao God doesn't think that the wind will be dismantled, many men are not to achieve the goal and vow not to stop, look at this wind and light, if you don't dismantle what you want, you won't stop.
......
"Little master, how much is the Yuanlan Tianyin you said was worth?"
In the crowd, listening to the wind grass lying in the arms of the delicate girl, like a wealth fan, calculating the value of Feng Yu to get a crystal peak, in his opinion, Feng Shu is just an ordinary bag, and he opened a treasure, and his good luck is really explosive.
"Even if it's valuable, people have demolished hundreds of millions of them. ”
"I heard that he has returned to his original capital, and even made money. ”
"If you tear it down like this, you will lose it sooner or later. ”
Jiumeng caressed the wind grass, and looked at it for a while, Feng Sheng was still tirelessly unpacking those tips, and then said to Brahma Zhutian: "Sister Fan, let's go." ”
Brahma Zhutian looked at Jiumeng deeply, remembered that incident, and finally couldn't help it, and asked: "You should know this son, when the sea of flowers, I asked him about a trace of flower fragrance, are you ......?"
Jiumeng suddenly froze, slightly dazed.
"Don't be confused. ”
Brahma Zhutian shook his head: "You are extremely talented, even if you lack that imperfect petal, it is nothing." I'm not going to blame you, but there's a lot of meaning in it, did you do it voluntarily?"
Jiumeng's face was slightly pale and pale, and then nodded.
"I just feel a little indebted......"
Brahma Zhutian snorted and said, "Then let's go." ”
Only listening to the wind grass, he looked at the beautiful girl and Brahma Zhutian strangely, and he didn't understand what the two of them were talking about, and he couldn't understand a word.
"Whew!"
A dull and simple red silk bag fell from the high position of the Niheng Divine Tree.
Among the many falling tips, this bag is not very conspicuous, just look at the traces on it, quite mottled wind erosion, more vicissitudes of life, I don't know from which era.
Jiumeng and his entourage didn't expect that when this quaint red silk bag was close to the ground, behind Fan Zhutian, the rotten wooden sword box that had been silent moved, and there was movement.
"What?"
Brahma Zhutian's expression changed greatly, and he turned around and looked solemnly in the direction of the red silk bag, and a trace of light was swimming away, pulling open the silk thread tied on it.
"...... in that bag"
Jiumeng took a deep breath, and she also sensed that something was wrong.
"Wait, you can't take it apart. ”
A ray of cyan light came in an instant, bounced away the bright breath, and tightly tied the silk thread, so that the simple and dull red silk bag could not be opened.
This movement immediately attracted Feng Chen's attention, and he glanced at Brahma Zhutian and was slightly puzzled.
beckoned, picked up the quaint red silk brocade, stared for a moment, and didn't find anything wrong, but someone reminded him that he didn't open it, but looked at Jiumeng and his party with a smile.
"It's you, I looked at it from a distance before, and I can't see it clearly. Do you have a fancy for this tip, I can give it to you? ”
The wind smiled and groaned and threw the bag.
The quaint red silk bag, as soon as it arrives in front of Brahma Bamboo Heaven, the rotten wood sword box behind it is even more hostile.
Brahma and Nine Dreams took a step back.
Feng Yan was slightly stunned, is there really a problem with this tip?
When the people around saw a quaint bag that caused controversy, they all looked over, and thousands of pairs of eyes fell on the beautiful girl and Fan Zhutian.
This made Jiumeng, who had never wanted to attract attention, blushed slightly and felt a little uncomfortable.
"You'd better find a place to bury this bag, and never leave the world. "Brahma Zhutian solemnly reminded that it can make the existence in the rotten wood sword box hostile, this thing is extremely ominous.
"Is there a youkai in there?"
Feng Yan threw away the bag in his hand and smiled, he didn't care, after his strength was strong, he was not afraid of evil.
"Roaring ......"
With a low roar, on the back of Feng Chen's right hand, more than a dozen mysterious lines of dark cyan domineering and condensation appeared, and a trace of green ice floated out, and then in front of him, it condensed into a three-foot-long cyan celestial doom.
"Uncle E, did you alarm you too?" Feng Yan was surprised.
Qing Tian'e didn't speak, glanced at the rotten wood sword box behind Brahma Zhutian, and then his deep eyes burned, pacing a few steps around the red silk bag, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of green sachets, wrapping this quaint bag.
The mist-like green spurt lingered, and after a while, it was actually absorbed by the red silk brocade, and there was a faint red light flashing, only flickering for a moment.
"Buzz ......"
Behind Brahma Bamboo Heaven, the movement of the rotten wood sword box was even stronger.
Vaguely, something was revival.
Brahma Zhutian's complexion changed greatly, and with a wave of his slender hand, the earth-shattering divine power exploded, and the purest and top-level divine lord energy exploded, and the rotten wood sword box was dazzling, but later, it quieted down in her suppression and calming.
"This woman turned out to be the Lord of God. ”
The people around quietly discussed that the Divine Lord of Spirit Emperor City was not a few, but it did not cause much of a sensation.
Brahma Zhutian's face was ugly, and he said, "What are you doing?"
Qingtian didn't seem to hear it, stared at the red silk bag incredulously, and muttered: "I really didn't expect to see this thing here, the sealing container my father said turned out to be just a bag of tips?"
Feng Sheng was curious: "What is in this bag, can it be opened?"
Qing Tian'e's eyes burned and said: "You can demolish it, but you have to go back to Nine Star City and demolish it again."
Your kid is really auspicious, every time you go lucky, good things happen everywhere you go. I met something legendary. ”
"Can't be demolished here?"
"No, you can't. ”
Qing Tian'e looked solemn, glanced at the rotten wooden sword box behind Brahma, and muttered in his heart: "Once these two things meet, I'm afraid that I will destroy the Spirit Emperor City, and it's not good to be cheap Spirit Emperor." ”
Feng Sheng rubbed his hands excitedly.
Brahma Zhutian's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Ignorance, I think there is a good chance that there is a fierce thing in this." ”
"No matter how fierce it is, I can take it from Nine Star City. Qingtian Er laughed twice.