But there is no use for eggs.

Whether it's fireballs, freezes, spears, or vines, they all begin to dissipate as soon as they touch the golden light.

No explosions, no resistance.

Silent.

It's like it never happened.

Xiang Yang knew that this was because the strength levels of the two sides were too different.

The golden wooden bowl is definitely a spiritual weapon, and it is very likely to be a high-grade spiritual weapon.

In order to resist the golden light, Xiang Yang had to cultivate at least the Fireball Technique, the Wooden Cage Technique, the Freezing Technique, and the Golden Spear Technique to the sixth order. At the current level of the second order, even if he has the blessing of innate mana, he is still just a mantis arm as a car.

And under the shroud of golden light, Xiang Yang could not enter the earth escape.

"What should I do?" Xiang Yang was really anxious.

Boom! Xiang Yang agitated the qi and blood of the whole body, and the 271 acupoints that had been opened in the body vibrated in unison.

A layer of silver light appeared on the surface of Xiangyang's body, resisting the pull of the golden light.

It's a pity that it's not enough.

Little by little, Xiang Yang was dragged by the golden light and flew towards the golden wooden bowl.

Under the action of the golden light, Xiang Yang's body began to shrink at the same time, and he was about to completely fall into the golden wooden bowl.

At the critical moment, Hetu Luoshu, who was hidden in Xiang Yang's body, trembled slightly, and an inexplicable fluctuation came out.

The golden light shattered, and Xiang Yang instantly returned to its original size.

didn't dare to hesitate, and with a flash of sunshine, he entered a state of earth retreat and disappeared without a trace.

The golden wooden bowl turned around twice, but did not find the shadow of the sun, so it could only fly back unwillingly.

......

Binh Duong City, the Imperial Palace.

In an ordinary courtyard.

Monk Guanghui stood with his hands down, with a respectful face.

In front of Monk Guanghui, there was an old monk sitting with his eyes closed.

The skin of the whole body is covered with folds, dry and thin, almost like a skeleton of bones.

If it weren't for the long eyebrows that beat from time to time, anyone would treat the old monk as a dry corpse.

A golden light pierced the sky and fell into the old monk's outstretched right hand.

The golden light dissipated, but it was a golden wooden bowl the size of a palm.

His eyelids twitched, and the old monk opened his eyes.

Suddenly, the thunder flashed, the chaos first opened, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of turbidity.

"Uncle Yuandao, can you catch that little thief?" Monk Guanghui hurriedly asked.

The old monk known as Yuan Dao shook his head, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Monk Guanghui's face changed, and he said in surprise: "How could it be? That little thief is just a Law Realm cultivator, I don't know what means he used to trick me into killing Lu Xiaozi, but how can he escape from the hands of Uncle Yuan Dao? Could it be that there is a Jindan Dao person who can't make a move?"

"Definitely!" the old monk shook his head again.

"That ......"

The old monk of Yuan Dao directly interrupted Monk Guanghui and ordered: "Guanghui, mobilize all the disciples of our temple in Wei and go all out to hunt him down, whether he lives or dies." ”

Hearing the order of the old monk of the Yuan Dao, Monk Guanghui hesitated a little and said: "Uncle Yuan Dao, isn't this a bit too fussy?" After all, all the disciples have the task of investigating and arresting the Taoists, if they are rashly mobilized, will it give the Taoists a chance to take advantage of them?"

"Pure Yang Magic Weapon!" the old monk of Yuan Dao only said four words.

Subconsciously swallowed and foamed, Monk Guanghui was a little incredulous and said, "Uncle Yuandao, do you mean that the little thief has a pure yang magic weapon on his body?"

"Even if it's not pure yang, it's the magic weapon of the pinnacle of the best. The old monk of the Yuan Dao confirmed.

"I see, I wonder how this little thief can avoid my detection, and how did he kill Lu Boy? With the Pure Yang Magic Weapon, everything makes sense. A hint of surprise flashed on Monk Guanghui's face, and then he said excitedly: "The disciple will go and arrange it now, and he will definitely not let this thief get away." ”

It's no wonder that Monk Guanghui is so eager.

The treasures used by the monks can be divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, magic weapons, pure yang magic weapons, and phantom magic weapons according to their grades.

Among them, the pure yang magic weapon can generally be held by pure yang true immortals, and it is an existence that can suppress a faction of luck.

Even in Pudu Temple, there is only one pure yang magic weapon.

Monk Guanghui, who had just turned around, stopped again and asked, "Uncle Yuandao, Lu Xiaozi's wife wants to send her pair of children to our temple and Shuiyue Nunnery respectively, what do you think, uncle?"

After thinking about it, the old monk said: "Amitabha, this matter is always due to your poor care, then you personally accept the boy as a disciple to teach, and the girl I can personally write a letter to Master Jingyue, and there is no problem if you want to come and worship the Water Moon Nunnery." ”

"The disciple received the order. Monk Guanghui saluted.

"Go!" the old monk waved his hand and closed his eyes again.

Monk Guanghui didn't dare to delay and left the courtyard quickly.

......

"Oh, it hurts. Xiang Yang groaned and opened his eyes.

"Where am I?" Looking at the dilapidated thatched hut in front of him, the simple tables and chairs, Xiang Yang was a little dazed.

The last memory left in Xiang Yang's mind was that Hetu Luoshu suddenly went berserk, he took the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of the golden wooden bowl, escaped with injuries all the way, and finally plunged into the rushing river.

Touching the storage bag that was still hanging on his waist, Xiang Yang guessed, "Could it be that I was rescued?"

Shaking his head, a wry smile appeared on Xiang Yang's face.

A monk who has cultivated into a golden body!

It is comparable to the sixth step of cultivation to become a Soul Realm Daoist, and he can take a person's head from a hundred miles away.

If Xiang Yang had known that there were Golden Body Realm monks in Pingyang City, he would never dare to fool around.

This is a test, it is simply a fateful play.

That is, the other party wants to capture Xiang Yang alive, otherwise Xiang Yang would have lost his life.

Even so, Xiang Yang's body is a mess, his strength is not one in ten, and it is difficult to even move his hands and feet.

Then the door was pulled open, and a small figure jumped into the room.

A little dark, a little thin, five years old, with two pigtails and a small basket on his back.

Looking at Xiang Yang, the little girl blinked her big eyes and exclaimed, "Ahhhh ”

After speaking, she didn't give Xiang Yang a chance to ask questions, the little girl dropped the basket and ran out of the thatched house, shouting as she ran: "Dad, Dad, big brother is awake." ”

In the midst of footsteps, the light in front of him dimmed, and a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard appeared at the door.

The martial artist of the Inner Qi Consummation Realm, looking at the unkempt middle-aged man, Xiang Yang's eyes were surprised.

"Little brother, are you awake?" the middle-aged man said gently.

Xiang Yang nodded and asked, "In Xia Xiangyang, I don't know what Brother Tai is called?"

"My name is Wang Chen, if the little brother doesn't dislike it, just call me Brother Wang. The middle-aged man said.

"Brother Wang, did you save me?" asked Xiang Yang.

"You just happened to be fishing, and you shouldn't be killed. Wang Chen said with a smile.

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now, I guess you're hungry too, so I'll go and serve you a bowl of fish soup. Seeing that Wang Chen was anxious, he had already left the thatched house before he finished speaking.

After a while, a strong smell of fish came to the nostrils, and it was not Wang Chen who came in, but the little girl.

Xiang Yang gulped down the fish soup, glanced at the little girl, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Jiujiu. The little girl said a little shyly.

"Where's your mother?" After drinking a bowl of fish soup, Xiang Yang burped comfortably.

"......" Jiu Jiu didn't answer this time, but lowered his head.

Seeing Jiu Jiu like this, Xiang Yang didn't understand whether he should ask or not, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "Jiu Jiu, my brother can tell stories, do you want to hear it?"

"Really?" said Jiu Jiu in surprise.

Seeing Jiu Jiu's smile from the beginning, Xiang Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.