Chapter 317: Natural Beauty

After summoning the ghost heads, one person and one ghost stared at each other with big eyes.

"Old Ghost, how about you bite me?"

"……,nerve!"

"Just take a bite, okay?"

"What a pervert! Don't you kid just want me to help you pull out that tattered black cloth? I won't do it!" Seeing that Xiao Mian still refused to give up after saying this, Guitou let out a long sigh and said kindly: " In fact, I already knew that the rag had such heaven-defying effects, do you know why I never told you? "Think about it!"

"What does Ghost Lao mean?"

"After devouring the soul of the Yuan Yuan, I did remember a lot of things, but I still kept secret about the origins of the black cloth and myself. But one thing I can be sure of: that piece of black cloth is definitely not an ordinary artifact! I can do this Let me tell you, in my time, there was indeed one thing that had this kind of chemical compound with heaven-defying effects. Do you know what it was? It was the 'Yin Yang Creation Cauldron' that was ranked ninth on the Lingbao List. Every time he is born, he can cause a bloody storm!"

Xiao Mian was shocked when he heard this, but he still listened carefully to Guitou's words.

"Fusing physical properties, the energy required for such a heaven-defying effect can also be called heaven-defying. That piece of rag fell into a deep sleep because of exhaustion of spiritual energy. After unintentionally merging the bundle of fire cloth last time, how could it be better? The spiritual energy that can be easily restored is almost exhausted, which is the fundamental reason why it has been sleeping for a long time in the past few years!"

"I see! If this so-called thousand-year-old animal skin is not worth a few spiritual stones, it is not worth as much as the spiritual stones that have been fed to it over the years! That would be a huge loss!"

"I said, you kid, when did your mind become full of spiritual stones? This is not just a problem of spiritual stones! Take this piece of fused fire cloth as an example. Even the old man with the jade hoe is a little unsure. It can be seen that its value is immeasurable. This is still a product you created unintentionally. If you do it deliberately, it is not difficult to create a more perfect product than this piece of fire cloth. What will be the consequences if others see it? "

"What the ghost said makes sense! It seems that we can only be paupers for the time being!"

"The key is your personal strength! If you can achieve great success and reach the top in the future, who would dare to steal your uncle Xiao's things? It would be great if you don't steal from others!"

"Yi Gui Lao guesses: What is the origin of that rag?"

"……,Hard to say!"

Xiao Mian didn't really fall into the pile of spiritual stones and couldn't extricate himself. After some communication with Guitou, Xiao Mian gave up the idea of ​​directly waking up Hei Bu. Now seeing that Guitou knew nothing about his mortal enemy, Xiao Mian put it behind him.

However, after the previous few bombardments of spirit stones, it was difficult for Xiao Mian to calm down for a while. All that was flying around in his mind were the shadows of spirit stones.

With a wry smile, Xiao Mian suddenly felt something in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and walked towards the courtyard of the Jade Hoe Ancestor for the third time.

"Why are you here again?" Even the Jade Hoe Ancestor couldn't help but frown secretly when he saw Xiao Mian, thinking to himself that this boy is usually very calm, so why does he always run to me today? Xiao Mian didn't care, and asked a question that made the Jade Hoe Ancestor frown even more: "Ancestor, do you have a spirit stone?"

"..., was your boy knocked unconscious by the spirit stone?"

"Ancestor! Let me ask you seriously! Does the farmer have any spare spiritual stones on his hands?" At this point, seeing the Jade Hoe Ancestor's face filled with anger and opening his mouth to curse, Xiao Mian quickly continued: "Ancestor Hear what I have to say! If you keep fighting with the God of Killing, you will lose both sides. I wonder if the God of Killing will revoke the pursuit order against the boy because of this, right? The boy only entered into this lawsuit to save Ding Kaishan? Yes, you won’t wait until death, right? Now I have a clever plan that will make the God of Death very worried!”

"..., use spirit stones?"

"Ancestor is really clever!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!"

"Then since the God of Killing wants to unify the Killer Alliance, merge them into one sect, and attempt to ascend to the throne of the nine major sects, it is expected that he will not be willing to smash his own golden signboard, right? Their Killer Alliance is open to do business. Why don't you accept business when it comes to your door?" When Xiao Mian just said this, the Jade Hoe Ancestor relaxed his brows and looked at Xiao Mian for a long time before he smiled sinisterly: "So you kid is planning to... hum..."

"Hmph...what do you think, ancestor?"

"I want it! I really want it! Tell me! How many spiritual stones do you want?"

"Of course, the more the merrier! You should know that it's hard for a junior to handle such offending things alone, right? Money can make all the difference, and juniors will always find some people whose heads will be knocked unconscious by spiritual stones. Is it easier to fish in troubled waters if someone comes forward?"

"Okay! The old man bled profusely just to see the defeated expression of the God of Death. The old man is determined!" As he spoke, the ancestor of the jade hoe touched his waist, and a storage bag appeared in his hand. . Xiao Mian's eyes lit up. Just by looking at the appearance of the storage bag, he knew that the capacity of the storage bag was definitely not small. After taking the storage bag over, he immediately opened it and glanced inside. Xiao Mian was stunned at first, then surprised, then happy, and then shouted: "Assassin's Alliance, huh..."

"Hum hum……"

For a moment, the only sounds left in the huge room were the humming sounds of an old man and a young man. At the same time, the God of Death, who was hundreds of miles away, became upset for no reason.

"snort!"

After opening his eyes, the God of Death did not get up. Instead, he took off his right wrist guard, revealing a white jade-like arm, but now there was a trace of purple marks on the arm.

This purple mark was caused by the small thunderbolt that fell from the sky that day and hit the God of Killing. At that time, the God of Killing was using his ultimate weapon, the Absolute Killer, and he had no energy to defend himself, so he had to use his right hand to block it directly. Fortunately, the old senior from the Wanzong Temple was trying to warn him. The purple thunderbolt looked mighty, but in fact it was not very powerful, so the God of Killing's right arm was preserved intact.

But even so, it was enough to make the God of Killing hold a grudge.

No one had ever been able to leave any scars on his perfect body, not even the old monster in the Wanzong Temple!

One day - one day!

While secretly swearing, the God of Killing put on the wristband again to cover up the purple mark that he regarded as a lifelong shame. At this time, Shadow Killer appeared silently beside the God of Killing, bowed and saluted, and whispered something in the God of Killing's ear.

"Oh? Did the old man Yu Chu contact Zhen Wushuang from the Formation Sect?"

"Yes! Although I don't know what these two old guys are up to, according to my guess, I'm afraid that the old man Yu Chu has something that he must rely on Zhen Wushuang for!"

"Ying Sha! Your brain is really not in vain. Not only can you eat and drink, but you can also talk nonsense! If anyone else takes the initiative to contact Zhen Wushuang, the money-grubbing miser, they should have something to ask of him, right? Use your brain! Think about it: What can Zhen Wushuang do to help the old man Yu Chu?" Although it was sarcastic, the voice of the God of Death was also very charming, but it made Ying Sha sweat profusely, and he whispered carefully: "Formation? Yu Chu Old man Chu wants Zhen Wushuang to help him set up some formations, right? "

"Yes! Keep going!"

"Is it the defensive formation of the Nongjialiu residence?"

"The Nongjialiu is in name only and almost falling apart. Now, except for the small courtyard of Old man Yuchu, where else can the Nongjialiu residence be? As for Old man Yuchu's place, do ordinary people dare to cause trouble? Defensive formation? Let Zhen Wushuang blackmail him for nothing?"

"This..., please forgive my stupidity!"

"Humph! I don't know either! Otherwise, I would have killed you long ago!"

This light sentence made Yingsha sweat again. He knew his master very well. Every word he said seemed to be a joke but it was not a joke!

"Send someone down to closely monitor the actions of old man Yuchu, whether it is the spiritual materials purchased or the spiritual herbs sold; no matter who has seen him or who he has seen; and this auction, pay close attention to the movements of the disciples of the Farmer Family!"

"Yes!"

"Go down! Don't disturb me if it's not important!"

"Yes!"

After a respectful response, the shadow of the shadow gradually disappeared.

The God of Killing stretched out his white hand and lifted the black hair on his forehead, revealing a beautiful face that was enough to suffocate people. The God of Killing waved his hand casually, and a white blade about a foot long appeared in his left hand. When he looked at the shadow, the God of Killing had a blurred look, a gentle expression, and couldn't help but be happy.

"It's really hard to give up a natural beauty..., Old Yuchu, you dare to fight me with an old guy like you whose neck is almost buried in the ground? You overestimate your own abilities!" As he said this, the God of Death suddenly raised his head, his eyes like a knife, as if he pierced through the top floor of the secret room, through countless layers of the ground, and shot straight at the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Temple that existed in the God of Death's illusion, and shot at the old guy that the God of Death had never seen. After staring for a long time, the God of Death said lightly: "Old guys! It's time for you to move..., Hum!"

A cold snort, showing all the tenderness and tenderness, but also extremely murderous.