Seeing that the woman beside Emperor Zhu Wuhuang put away those treasures one by one, Hao Yourong was a little anxious.

The name Blood Soul Knife sounds quite cheesy, but it is a real spiritual treasure.

Although the grade is not as good as that of Yin Yang Yu Pei, it has been repaired completely, and the characteristics of this spiritual treasure are very helpful to the trialists.

But now people don't want it, what should I do?

"This guy is too eyeless!"

Hao Yourong stared at the scene in front of him with a puffed face, and really wanted to rush through the teleportation channel, go and pinch that guy's neck and ask him what he was thinking!

Hao Yourong is a machine spirit reborn after the Hao God Tower was severely damaged, and if you want to talk about the time of existence, it has lived for many thousands of years, but most of this time is spent alone by a person.

's temperament and personality are actually no different from a little girl who has not been deeply involved in the world.

At this time, she was angry, and in the ancestral hall, the statue of the ancestor suddenly shone with golden light, and an overwhelming coercion rolled in.

Great Zhu Wuhuang and Fan Qingshen and the others were okay, those disciples who were still shallow in cultivation were suddenly shocked by this coercion and trembled all over, kneeling on the ground, and even lost the strength to raise their heads, and some disciples who had not entered the Immortal Gate even bled directly and fell down.

"Ancestral apparitions?"

The god of Fanqing was packing up the treasures on the ground, and every time he picked up a piece, he had to respectfully kowtow and pray, seeing that those magic weapons were about to be cleaned up, suddenly the pressure came, and his complexion changed greatly for a while, and he almost fainted to the ground.

Judging from this coercion, the ancestor was clearly angered...

But what's the matter with so many treasures in front of you?

This ancestor sacrifice is so unexpected, weird...

"What the hell?"

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was also quite surprised, and when he looked down, under the golden light, there was just a touch of blood in his sight.

When the god of Fanqing packed up the magic weapon, subconsciously, it was based on the fluctuation of the spiritual power sensed by the divine sense, and the knife was naturally pulled at the end.

However, the ancestor gave it, even if it was a piece of stubborn iron, it was a treasure, and she was trying to pick it up before, but the coercion came.

"Seems like a warning to her not to take the knife?"

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang suddenly moved in his heart, looked up at the statue, and suddenly got up and walked forward.

Fan Qingshen was a little lost at this time, where could he stop it? Seeing him walk over without care, he bent down and picked up the last knife.

"It's... It's also too disrespectful to the ancestors... It's over, it's over..."

Fan Qingshen's face turned pale, and he just sighed a few times, and suddenly, the golden light in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the coercion disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened...

"I'm really here for this knife... It seems that this machine spirit has some scruples, and it can't take the initiative to remind it, but can only hint at it? Is there anything special about this little knife?"

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang took the knife in his hand and looked at it several times, but he didn't see anything famous.

The material of this knife is neither gold nor iron, and it is light and fluttering in the hand, just like plastic.

If there is anything unusual, it is that it is hot in the hand, as if holding a burning briquette, but with the strength of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's current body, this temperature is really nothing.

"It's... This can't be a spiritual treasure, right?"

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he almost tried to recognize the master with his essence blood directly, but after all, there were so many people around him, so he still held back.

Only Lingbao will have this kind of vision, that is because Lingbao has a mechanical spirit, and under its control, it can naturally restrain the breath.

On top of the spiritual treasure, there is also an immortal treasure, but at that level, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang can't think of it for the time being, and the entire Haoshen Pagoda is estimated to be at this level.

For a moment, he only felt that his heartbeat had accelerated a little, and his hands were a little trembling.

This is a spiritual treasure, and if it is really as I guessed, this is still a complete spiritual treasure.

Yin Yang Yu Pei should also be a first-class spiritual treasure when it is complete, but now that the spirit of the instrument has been extinguished, it is no longer able to completely restrain its breath, and it will still emit some spiritual power fluctuations from time to time.

Although it is much more subtle than ordinary magic weapons, it can still be found by careful observation.

But this knife is completely restrained, at least from the outside, no matter how strong his divine sense is, he can't see the slightest clue.

Great Zhu Wuhuang took a deep breath, turned around, smiled at the already stunned Fanqing God, and said, "Elder Qingshen, this magic weapon is related to me, can you give it to me?"

Before the god of Fan Qing could speak, Fan Xiaobei on the side had already woken up from the shock, and nodded busily: "Brother Xiaoqian, this ancestor sacrifice was originally said to be presided over by you, and the treasures should naturally belong to you, what do you want, even if you take it, why be polite?"

The young sect master of his own family made it clear that his elbow was turned outward, what else could the god of Fanqing do?

Fortunately, Fan Xiaonan didn't come this time, otherwise, with that little girl's temperament, it is estimated that she would dare to snatch all the treasures she had put away from her hands and give them to her little brother...

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang laughed, bowed slightly towards the two, and said, "Then thank you Young Sect Master and Elder Qingshen, well, I hope there will be a time to meet in the future..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stepped back, and in just a few steps, he had stepped into the vortex.

"Brother Qian... You..."

He moved too fast, and when Fan Xiaobei reacted, he snorted, Da Zhu Wuhuang had disappeared without a trace, she was stunned for a moment, and the whole person became depressed.

Before, she had vaguely expected it.

But when Emperor Zhu Wu left, there was still a faint click in her heart, as if something had broken.

Involuntarily, she moved her steps slowly, moving towards the whirlpool, and the god of Fanqing was also shocked, but her sanity was still there, and she hurriedly dragged her back, and said in a low voice: "Xiaobei! That's the Eye of the Ancestors! How can you break in? You want to kill the tens of thousands of people in the entire sect!"

Fan Xiaobeizhu burst into tears, the whole person lost his life, looked ahead with blank eyes, and muttered: "He's really gone... It's really gone... Where did you go, and will something happen?"

The god Fan Qing sighed, hugged her in his arms, and reassured: "Elder Huang's origin is mysterious, it is very likely that he is the person favored by the ancestors, and it will be fine...

But this Eye of the Ancestors, we can't break in, you haven't read the historical materials, even the real people who have escaped from the world, there is no return...

The real person is alone, and that's it, but on the other few occasions, which intruder didn't bring great disaster to his own sect?"

Fan Xiaobei looked at the whirlpool with teary eyes, and nodded silently.

If she was just alone, maybe she would really follow in, even if she died, what was there to fear?

However, after all, she is the young sect master of the Sanskrit Yin Sect, how can she act willfully?

It's just that the lover is gone, can there be a time to see you again in this life?

......

Beside a large river, the whole field of reed flowers piled up on the bank like snow, and the breeze blew the tidbits and danced all over the sky.

In broad daylight, there was a dull snoring sound on the muddy floor by the river.

There, the whole reed was neatly pressed to the ground, and a group of ragged men lay on their backs to the sky, with the earth as a pavement and the reed leaves as a mat, revealing their shriveled bellies.

Occasionally, when a reed flower came and burrowed into their nostrils, they would stretch out their thick fingers and dig twice, and then make a loud sneeze, and still fall asleep.

A seven or eight-year-old, black and thin little girl holding a roasted sweet potato, walked slowly along the river while nibbling on it.

The sweet potato was only the size of two thumbs of an ordinary person, and she took two mouthfuls of three mouthfuls, and her stomach was still empty, so she plucked a few tender reed roots from the reeds next to her, and rinsed them casually with the river water, and gnawed them like chewing sugar cane.

The snoring sound was heard from a distance, and the girl was stunned, pouting and running over, her little hands on her waist, and she shouted angrily.

"Abba, the third uncle, the fourth uncle... You're lazy sleeping again!?Where's the fish!?

The children's voices were crisp, and a group of pelicans in the reeds were startled, let out a rough cry, and dispersed in a hurry.

These pelicans are extremely fat, each with a wingspan of about two meters, and when they fly, they look like white clouds, but they are too big and a little clumsy.

They first have to leave the reeds, and when they reach the surface of the river, they quickly flap their wings and keep paddling their feet in the water before they can gradually accelerate and fly out of the water and slowly fly into the sky.

The girl opened her mouth wide and looked stunned, her face turned blue and white, and finally turned red and screamed.

"Abba, pelicans, so many stupid pelicans, sleeping next to you! You just let it go for nothing?"

"Huh... Niko, why are you here... Is the clan going to have dinner?"

A man with the strongest figure was finally woken up by her, but he didn't even bother to open his eyes, just lay there, stretched out his hand and scratched his belly, and asked while yawning.

"Abba, you know how to cook... What about the fish, where are the reed roots you picked... I see why you explain to Eminem! Also, there are so many pelicans next to you, don't you see them?"

"Confess... Oh, right, what about the fish?"

Thinking of his daughter-in-law, the man shuddered, and finally came to his senses, hurriedly got up and slapped a man next to him on the belly.

"Ah San, what about the fish, didn't you arrange for a few of you to fish, who told you to sleep here?"

His hand was very strong, and with a snap, a red palm print appeared on his belly.

Ah San screamed, jumped up from the ground, rubbed his eyes, and asked in a daze, "What about the fish, what about the fish... Ah Si, where is the fish? Hey, Nizi, you're here, are you going to eat?"

"What else do you know besides eating?"

Nizi rolled her eyes helplessly: "Third uncle, there is no fish, no reed roots, what do you take to eat? You've all been out for a few hours, are you just sleeping and not doing anything?"

"it, we're already off the net, Ah Si... Ah Si, a few of you go to collect the net. Hey, why are you all sleeping, and what about the reed roots you dug?"

A few strong men next to him got up lazily and got into the reeds, and it didn't take long for an exclamation to come: "What about the net, Ah Si, Fang is the net you laid down, is it here?"

Niko made a look like an adult and held her forehead with her hand, and she didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes.

Her father rolled his eyes and explained, "Well, Abba and your uncles found a big fish by the river... It's too big, we haven't eaten for a few days, we can't stand it... With a whoosh, let it drag the net away..."

He gestured a few times to describe how big the fish was, and then squatted down and reached out to hold Nizi in his arms, looking at her very sincerely: "Nizi, will you tell Eminem honestly, right? Otherwise, Abba won't be able to go to the mountains tomorrow to catch kingfishers for Nizi..."

Nizi blinked and nodded vigorously, "Was it dragged away by the big fish?" But Abba, do you think Eminem will believe it?"

"I can't help it if I don't believe it... At most, at most, I'll just do more work these days..."

The man muttered with a sad face, and led a group of people to hurriedly pull out a few bundles of tender reed roots, and hurried towards the village.

.....

Although they know that they won't have anything to eat when they go back to the village, for them, even if there is a bowl of hot water, as long as it comes out of the pot, it is all food!

The village was not far from the river, and before a group of people reached the entrance of the village, the man suddenly stopped, his nose flicked a few times, his face changed, he pushed Nizi to the side, and ran away.

"Those bastards are coming! Fuck the guys!"

"Damn, you can't hide from them when you run here?"

“......”

A group of strong men rushed forward with a loud roar, and in a moment disappeared into the locust forest at the head of the village.

"Abba!

Nizi stood there dumbfounded, her nose twitched slightly, she smelled a faint smell of blood, and immediately screamed, stumbling forward.

......

As soon as he stepped into the whirlpool, it was a whirlwind, and the whole person seemed to be pulled by the hair, desperately shaking the circle, the speed was so fast that it was difficult to breathe, and with the strength of the current divine consciousness of Emperor Zhu Wu, he couldn't help but feel a little bored and wanted to vomit.

"This teleportation tunnel feels a bit like a roller coaster, it's not the same as before... Am I mistaken? This is not going to the second world?"

Fortunately, this feeling did not last long, and it was not long before his eyes lit up, and before he could stumble to his feet, before he could figure out the situation, there was a cacophony of voices beside him.

"Here, there's another one here! Kill him!"

"Leave it to me! I'm going to skin him and raise it with mountain salt!"

"No, this bastard can't let you be happy alone!

“......”

"I'm new here, who is this recruiting?"

Da Zhu Wuhuang shook his head, and it was easy to come to his senses, and he found that he was already densely packed with people.

Looking at the yellow-skinned, thin, and fierce faces, I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Before he came back to his senses, a thin figure came out of the crowd, hugged his leg directly, and bit down.

"Holy, cannibal?"

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