Fakong had a gloomy face and snorted coldly at everyone: "Today is past noon, and the effect of my relics can be maximized at noon tomorrow."

"I listen to the master, we just made a little joke with the master before, I guess the master won't mind."

The monk's face twitched twice, and he nodded fiercely: "Don't mind, don't mind, of course I don't mind."

"Master, please enter the barracks".

Looking at the soldiers around him, Fakong had no choice but to follow in.

This is the real sheep into the tiger's mouth, Fakong overestimated his strength, and as a result, he lost himself.

It's not that the strength of the Buddha's relics is not strong, but because Chen Jiu's destruction of the divine thunder is too strict, if it is an ordinary attack, it will only trigger the counterattack of the Buddha's relics, the greater the attack power, the greater the counterattack, and it is not difficult to wipe out these hundreds of thousands of troops in the end.

It's a pity, the monk Fakong is afraid, he is afraid that the relics will be destroyed in his hands, this relics are the treasures of Buddhism, not to be damaged, in the eyes of every Buddhist person, this relics are more precious than their own lives, although there is another relics can kill everyone back, but Fakong thinks it is not worth it, these people's lives are not as important as the relics, if there is another wound, Fakong will be distressed to death.

I don't know how long it will take for this shredded divine thunder to reunite the relics.

Since this Fakong monk promised everyone to break through the evil qi of the ancient battlefield tomorrow, everyone naturally did not worry that he would regret it, and the unpleasant things of karma cycle retribution in this world happened from time to time.

As soon as the night fell silent, the dark ancient battlefield began to change.

A roar and the sound of struggle sounded from the ancient battlefield. Passing through the barrier and reaching the ears of the soldiers.

Everyone was uneasy, and the monk of Fakong patted his forehead, as if he remembered something: "Hurry up and make your soldiers restrain their evil qi, otherwise the evil qi inside and outside the battlefield will sense each other, and the war spirit inside will wake up, take it away, and rush out of the battlefield."

When everyone heard this, they scolded this Fakong monk from the bottom of their hearts to the eighteenth generation of their ancestors, this guy was taking revenge, but he had to do what Fakong said. Restrain the evil spirit.

Naturally, the army has its own way of restraining its evil spirits. If you don't know how to restrain your evil spirit, how can you sneak attack the other party?

As the evil qi converged, the roar of the ancient battlefield gradually weakened, but there were still one or two roars from time to time.

Inside the big tent, Chen Jiu's big tent was lit with an oil lamp. Chen Jiu reclined on the bed. Look at the books.

There was a commotion outside the door. I heard a soldier standing outside the door and saying, "General, that monk asks to see."

Chen Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Let him come in."

Under the light, Fakong's head brightened even more. It's like a lantern.

"I don't know what happened to me late at night?"

Chen Jiu looked at the books without raising his head, and Fakong was not polite, so he found a place to sit down: "Donor, you can tell me a condition, how can I be willing to give me a drop of this true dragon's blood."

Chen Jiu didn't raise his head and said, "Don't change."

"Is there really no way out at all?" Fakong did not give up.

Chen Jiu glanced at the old monk with a little surprise, and then put down the book: "It's not impossible, I'm afraid you can't bear it."

"What is the poor monk reluctant to do, every qiē is something outside the body" Fakong smiled calmly, and when he saw Youmen, there was a smile on his slightly gloomy face.

Saying that, the more Fakong lived in the big tent, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, he helped others to do things in vain, his goal was not achieved, and he felt very angry, so he simply took advantage of the night to find Chen Jiu.

"I think the master's Buddha relics are good, and a relic can be exchanged for a drop of dragon blood."

Fakong was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Chen Jiu to actually hit his idea on his relics, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Chen Jiu touched his smooth chin: "A drop of dragon blood is indeed a bit less, so let's do it, I am a sincere person, how about adding a piece of dragon scales."

The expression on Fakong's face froze, staring at Chen Jiu deadly.

"Look at what I'm doing this way, although the relics are also priceless, but now the real dragons have disappeared in historical time and space, and the rest are Celestial Dragons, Flying Dragons, Jiaolong and other hybrid dragons, and I am also unique."

The monk folded his hands and chanted: "Amitabha".

After a while, I opened my eyes: "A pound of Lingshan lamp oil, don't change it and pull it down."

"Lingshan lamp oil?" Chen Jiu's eyes lit up, the legend about Lingshan lamp oil was once mentioned in an ancient book.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the Buddha used the secret method of Buddhism to collect the vitality of the heavens, and refined a supreme treasure with the effect of meditation and enlightenment.

Even the lamp oil that the Buddha and the gods can enlighten can see, how anti-heaven its effect is.

However, since the disappearance of the Buddha, the secret method of collecting lamp oil between heaven and earth has been lost, and now the lamp oil is used a little less.

This Fakong was actually willing to exchange lamp oil, obviously the blood of the true dragon was too important to the other party.

Looking at Fakong's complexion, Chen Jiu finally said with a straight face: "One catty is too little, three catties."

"Why don't you grab it, a pound is a pound, you have to think about it, even if I can't get the lamp oil today, there will be Buddhist powers coming to you in the future."

Looking at Fakong's slightly threatening and reminding words, Chen Jiu finally gritted his teeth: "One and a half catties, it must not be less."

"Okay, deal".

Fakong took out a gourd on his own and handed it to Chen Jiu: "This is a pound and a half of Lingshan lamp oil, as long as it is lit, it not only has the ability to enlighten, but also has the effect of protection, and sometimes encounters an immortal enemy, it is also a means of saving life."

Took the gourd and examined it carefully, this Fakong monk was quite honest, he didn't do anything, Chen Jiu touched the real dragon on his waist with satisfaction: "We share this lamp oil, you can give up a drop of true blood and scales."

Li Mei spun around Chen Jiu's waist, her body shook slightly, and a drop of blood and scales flew out of her body and landed in front of Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu took the scales and handed them to Fakong: "Take it, I don't want your Buddhist family to trouble me in the future, otherwise I am not a vegetarian, and I can even break the relics of the Buddha, let alone you wait for the golden body."

Hearing Chen Jiu mention the means of destroying the Buddha's relics, Fakong's face became gloomy again, put away the blood and scales of the true dragon, and then turned around and left, without checking, Chen Jiu took the blood and dragon scales of the true dragon in front of his eyes, as a master who didn't know how many realms higher than Chen Jiu, he was confident that Chen Jiu would not be able to hide it from him if he had a small move.

Looking at the lamp oil of a gourd, Chen Jiu showed a hint of a smile: "Wait, I want to see what this guy is so eager to do to get the blood of the true dragon."

As he spoke, Chen Jiu's body exuded a trace of creative energy, which was absorbed by Li Mei: "Give you some compensation, if you weren't afraid of making up for you, I really want to give you more."

Chao Xiaoyu didn't know where to come from, the mask had been taken off, and he stared at Chen Jiu with a smile: "This monk is actually willing to give up Lingshan lamp oil, this is a good thing, let's meet and divide half."

Chen Jiu clutched the gourd in his hand tightly: "No, this is the cooperation between me and Li Mei, and it has nothing to do with you."

Chao Xiaoyusu's hand stretched out to Chen Jiu's ear: "Really?"

Seeing that his ears were about to be ravaged again, Chen Jiuyi sighed: "Forget it, I will share one-third of you."

Chao Xiaoyu glanced at Chen Jiu: "Stingy, after this Lingshan lamp oil is lit, the effect of several people using it together will not be weakened, as long as we use the lamp oil together in the future."

Chen Jiu looked at the gourd happily: "This is Lingshan lamp oil, according to legend, ordinary beasts can open their spiritual wisdom by eating a drop, and if they eat some more, they can transform into shapes, and even become the power of the demon clan, I don't know if it's true."

"There is nothing groundless in this world, even if it is not true, it is not far from ten, it has unimaginable benefits for the demon clan, if the goblin knows that you have Lingshan lamp oil on you, and it is a pound and a half, you will be in trouble, it is estimated that the demon emperor will come to you in person to talk about ideals."

Chen Jiu put away the Lingshan lamp oil: "There are many people in this world who I can't beat, countless, but if I want to escape, there are really not many who can kill me."

"Cut, brag, you can just do it" After finishing speaking, he turned to Xiaoyu and got into the quilt, Chen Jiuyi sighed, and looked at the lamp, the light went out, and the big tent fell silent.

Outside, the monk Fakong showed a look of ecstasy: "I made a lot of money, this time I really made a lot of money, I deserved this kid to be cheated by me, and finally took a bad breath." (To be continued......)