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Diao Xiaosi finally understood the biggest difference between himself and others. People are fighting and cultivating, and he is desperately burning money.

A six-rank two-stacked talisman has to be sold at least forty or fifty thousand yuan on the black market, which is no worse than an ordinary seven-grade Dao talisman.

Golden Cloud Blood Thunder Black Mountain...... Colorful and colorful, how many people in the world can witness such a gorgeous and expensive fireworks? Today, Fourth Master Diao not only saw it, but also lit it with his own hands!

"This is tens of thousands of fucking taels of silver...... Thief bald, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!" Diao Siye's heart was like a knife, and he urged Xiao Taohong to open her mouth and spew out a cloud of fire!

"Woo-" The bright red fire cloud flickered with a long tongue of flame, like dozens of burning giant snakes overwhelmingly rushing towards Monk Jianyong.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Monk Jianyong gritted his teeth, and his sleeves fluttered out of the Buddha's light, constantly sweeping away the attacking fire snake.

However, the rotten ship also has three points of nails, you must know that the past life of the little peach is one of the notorious seven demon kings of the colorful old demon, although now it has been beaten back to its original form, and only the combat power equivalent to the secret realm is left, but even so, he is on the same starting line as the monk Jianyong.

What's more, Xiao Taohong had just been fed by Diao Xiaosi with a lot of heaven and earth spiritual materials, and was looking for a place to digest it.

In an instant, Monk Jianyong's defensive circle became smaller and smaller, and the golden mist above his head kept trembling, and he was overwhelmed by the little peach's "Misty Demon Flame".

What's even worse is that this flame seedling contains the poison of rotting bones and hearts, silently penetrating the sleeves around Monk Jianyong's body, and surging straight towards his body.

He tried his best to use his Arhat golden body to block the flames, but he didn't even know how long he could hold on.

At this time, Diao Xiaosi was like a nouveau riche who kept showing off his wealth, revealing the python sea magic bowl from the belt of the dragon.

The black qi was surging, and the nine-headed demon python poked out its huge and incoherent head from it, forming a joint attack with Xiao Pink.

Although the Python Sea Demon Bowl is nothing more than a five-rank magic treasure, for the current Jianyong Monk, it is simply an unbearable lightness in life. He had to devote his strength again to resist the bite of the nine-headed demon python, and suddenly the left and right sides were in danger.

Diao Xiaosi saw his eyebrows fluttering, thinking that as the master, he couldn't favor one over the other, since this nine-headed demon python was so powerful, he had to give it a resounding name - otherwise, it would be called Black Beauty?

Just as he was pointing out the work of flying words, he suddenly heard Princess Jincheng let out a low snort.

I saw that one night Qijiro held the knife in both hands and went straight to the middle palace, split the magpie bridge Xianni and flew down, forcing the princess of Jincheng to have to cast the "Huanxi Sha" again to escape and float out a few feet away, and the blood stain on the left rib changed from thin to wide, from light to thick.

Princess Jincheng's eyebrows were solemn, as if she couldn't feel the sharp pain in the wound, and the jade spirit bracelet on her left wrist flashed, releasing a purple-gold magic bell from inside. The clock face is mottled and engraved with exquisite and simple runic patterns, and thousands of brilliant lights are sprinkled in the air.

"When—" The magic bell rang out to itself, and the purple light burst out like a rainbow, and immediately transformed into a magnificent sword array that covered the sky and the sun, engulfing the figure of Shijiro in one night.

One night seven Jiro's face was waveless, a bronze ancient mirror flew out of his cuffs and hung above his head, and his left hand Yin Jue pointed faintly: "Zhao!"

"Hum-" An unpretentious cyan wave of light spread out like a fantasy, and all the sword glow suddenly disappeared into invisibility. As the green wave continued to expand, his body became empty, as if there was nothing left.

Princess Jincheng's eyes were cold and said: "Daqiankong looks in the mirror!" The sleeves waved lightly like the wind and swung the lotus leaves, and the two bunches of Queqiao Immortals cut the green waves and took the bronze Buddha mirror.

One night Shichijiro was anxious to rescue the precarious monk Kennag, and had no intention of fighting with Princess Kaneshiro, otherwise there would be no victory or defeat in thirty or fifty rounds.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly abandoned the big thousand empty mirrors, staggered with the figure of Princess Jincheng, and rushed straight to Diao Xiaosi!

At the same moment, Diao Xiaosi suddenly bullied Monk Jianyong to approach, and slammed a green dragon hand into the opponent's throat with his left hand.

"Hmm-" The star air in the body turned, and a faint dragon groan came out. His left arm flashed with blue light, a green dragon loomed as if it wanted to fly into the sky, and the five fingers were like the stars running gracefully.

Monk Jianyong roared and flew back, ignoring the little peach on his head and the black beauty on his side, and stood up with all his strength to slash the green dragon hand like a knife.

"Click!" The palms and claws struck, Diao Xiaosi's face was distorted in pain, his body trembled violently, and three of his five finger bones were broken.

The right palm of the Jianyong monk was drawn by the Qinglong hand with two deep blood grooves that could be seen in the bones, and they fell softly.

"Bang Bang Bang-" In the muffled sound one after another, Diao Xiaosi opened his legs left and right, and cast the "Vermilion Bird Seven Rings", like the Yangtze River is overwhelming, and firmly kicked the chest of the monk Zhongjianyong.

"Wow-" Monk Jianyong's blood spurted, his body flew down on his back, the strong wind around his body did not stop, and the wisps of streamer light were like fiery red feathers, staring horizontally and horizontally, sharply cutting open his golden body of Arhat, which had long been collapsed, and his internal organs were like ten thousand ants devouring and biting in pain.

"Smack!" Monk Jianyong fell heavily on a grave and smashed a large pit, and his whole person was embedded in the crackling and cracking hard sand.

He suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and the Youquan knife swallowed out of Diao Xiaosi's right hand and pressed against his neck.

"Bang bang!" Behind him, Xiao Peach and Black Beauty loyally protected the lord and teamed up to block the day and night slash of Shijiro in one night.

Little Pink was better, only a black cut was made in her belly by the blade, and she screamed and slipped back to the Big Sky Boba Floating Slaughter to lick her wounds and recuperate.

The black beauty is miserable, eight of the nine heads have been flattened, and the remaining one has become a defective product, and I don't know how much silver it will cost to make it back.

Diao Xiaosi was angry from his heart, stepped on the chest of the Jianyong monk with broken bones and tendons, and pushed the Youquan knife out with the luck of his hand, and the other party's neck suddenly bled like an infusion.

Seven times a night of killing intent, raised his knife and pointed to the ground: "Let him go!"

With the crisp sound of "ding" behind him, the Daqiankong mirror suddenly shot out a puff of ethereal green light and disappeared, making Princess Jincheng's Queqiao Xianni both go into the air.

In the blink of an eye, the top of his head lit up, and the bronze Buddha mirror reappeared.

Diao Xiaosi took the Python Sea Demon Bowl and the Big Sky Boba Floating Slaughter back into the dragon belt, and said hesitantly: "Then let's negotiate a price!"

Monk Jianyong couldn't move, and he foamed at the mouth and said: "Evil obstacles, you have done a lot of evil and have a ruthless heart, and you will go to hell after death!"

Diao Xiaosi said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have money, where is it not the same happy and happy?"

Monk Jianyong was so angry that he gasped, and said seven times a night: "Okay, what do you want?"

Diao Xiaosi's hostages were fearless, and said in their hearts: "Last time, Lao Tzu knocked Wang Renze 300,000 taels of silver on the Fen River. With the identity of this thief, no matter what, it can't be less than 600,000 taels. Maybe the princess and the little lady will also have a share, Lao Tzu has to add five to her, and there are not many that can really fall into the pocket. ”

When he was thinking about himself, he heard Princess Jincheng shout coldly: "Kill him quickly!"

Diao Xiaosi was stunned for a moment, and shouted almost at the same time as Qijiro in one night: "Don't!"

At this moment, in his eyes, Monk Jianyong was no longer a person, but a pile of—no, a mountain of silver piled up with 600,000 taels of white flowers. The princess Xiao Niangpi wanted to kill the monk Jianyong, it was simply his life, it was better to wipe his neck with a knife, and immediately shouted: "600,000, a price!"

Before the words fell, Diao Xiaosi was stunned to find that Monk Jianyong seemed to have really turned into a glittering gold mountain and silver mine, and in an instant, his body was almost transparent, and a majestic and uncast force gathered and drummed in his body, bursting out with a rich golden Buddha light.

Like an angry King Kong, his empty eyes and expression were full of resentment and determination, and he roared in his mouth: "Little thief, I want you to die a good death!" Diao Xiaosi slammed a spirit and woke up, this thief was going to burn the pill and explode the yuan, and he would die with himself!

"You pug!" Diao Xiaosi was so frightened that he couldn't think about it, he didn't expect Monk Jianyong to think about it like this, this is a big deal, isn't it just 600,000 taels of silver, as for turning himself into a suicide bomb? !

Only then did he understand why Princess Jincheng urged him to kill Monk Jianyong, and why Shijiro yelled "Don't" in one night.

"Bigan dissected his heart, Qu Yuan threw himself into the river, Jing Ke stabbed Qin ......" In an instant, Diao Xiaosi's mind flashed one after another glorious images of sacrificing his life for righteousness and generosity, could it be that heroes took turns to come to my house this year?

- But Lao Tzu only wants to collect money and doesn't want to take righteousness, and he has never thought of being a hero, can he change someone?!

Diao Xiaosi's figure flicked vertically, almost using his strength to eat milk and desperately flew back, and the Sixty-four Heluo Nebula swirled and rushed all over his body, faintly revealing a cloud of silver starlight.

"Senior brother!" Seven Jiro in one night pounced on Monk Jianyong, and as fast as him, there was Princess Jincheng who did not say a word and had a cold expression. However, the figures of the two of them froze in the air, and they heard an earth-shattering loud bang from the dantian of the Jianyong monk, and the dazzling golden light suddenly filled the entire mass grave.

"Uh-" Princess Jincheng's gaze darkened, and the Queqiao Xianni danced around her into a pillar of ice-blue clouds, and under her feet was a golden frenzy that tumbled and devoured everything.

A master of the Secret Realm blew himself up in the dantian, and the True Yuan power released by him would be shattered even by top figures like her and Shichijiro in one night, not to mention Diao Xiaosi, who was only cultivating in the realm of microscopic viewing.

The furious wind soon engulfed the pillar of ice blue clouds, and the "Karala" continued to crush it. The figure of Princess Jincheng is like a kite with a broken string thrown up, and she can't float in the mighty golden waves.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, and no one knew how long it had passed, Princess Jincheng suddenly straightened up and twisted her body in the turbulent mid-air, her pretty face was pale and wilted, and a wisp of red blood escaped from her cherry lips. However, the white clothes on his body are intact, and he is worthy of being an eight-rank magic treasure.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, like a substantial cold light piercing through the thick and whistling golden ocean, anxiously looking for Diao Xiaosi's trace.

Although she knew very well that this guy was probably gone, she still couldn't help but have a glimmer of anticipation.

Even if this glimmer of expectation is minimal, like a faint flame in a raging storm.