Dragon Warrior

Although the white-bearded old man had never seen the Heaven-breaking Halberd, the Golden Cauldron, and the Lihuoshen Furnace, he could tell from the aura circulating in these treasures that they were extraordinary. There is still a big difference. With his cultivation and experience, he can detect the difference, so he won't doubt Wu Yi's identity.

It was originally an absurd big talk, but with the evidence of these treasures, it became very convincing. With Wu Yi's cultivation and age, it is impossible to have so many treasures at the same time, only the endless years of survival , has an incomparably brilliant past, so it can be justified. In addition to the power of thunder left in his body, it is reasonable to say that he failed to cross the tribulation and was beaten back to his original form.

Wu Yi ignored ruffian dragon's ridicule, but said equally excitedly: "Hey...it's all the past, and the past is also the past, but when I was beaten back to my original shape, I once made a solemn oath that in this life I must Go through the nine heavenly tribulations, set foot on the Heavenly Palace, go to the thief God to have a good reasoning theory, why he can chop whoever he wants, whenever he wants to send down the punishment of heaven, he will send down the punishment of heaven, and all living beings will suffer His control, it's so fucking unfair."

"That's true, it's so fucking unfair!" The white-bearded old man felt that all these words were said in his heart, jumped on the stone table, and patted Wu Yi's shoulder vigorously, and the saliva was almost sprayed on Wu Yi Yi's face lit up, his emotions were very excited and indignant.

"Could it be that the predecessors were also in the same situation as me, being teased by the gods of thieves, and still unable to break through the boundary?" Wu Yi climbed up the bamboo pole, in order to shorten the distance between each other, he asked proactively.

The white-bearded old man turned over and sat on the stone bench, patted the table and said, "Isn't it? If it weren't for the abominable punishment from heaven, I would have left here long ago and gone to a happy life. For thousands of years, every time I was short of breath , was about to break through the barrier, and was scattered by the thunder again. This time it was even more unreliable. I was practicing in seclusion. This day, the thunder struck down without thinking, which woke me up from the retreat. A hundred years of meditation , all in vain, can you not be angry?"

"Knock..." Song Qingmu's little heart skipped a beat. If the white-bearded old man knew that it was his breakthrough that triggered the punishment from heaven, his end would be very miserable. He felt a little guilty, so he simply sat down On one side, looking at the nose with the eyes and the heart with the nose, he became a wooden man.

"Break the enchantment? Doesn't the Flame Mountain open every hundred years, does anything still need to be broken?" Wu Yi was a little puzzled. Seeing that this old man has hands and feet, and his cultivation is as high as the sky, is it not easy to get out?

"That is a gap that only human monks can come in and out freely. It has nothing to do with me. If I want to go out, I have to go through nine catastrophes. I guess this life is useless." The white-bearded old man was a little discouraged, God punished Even if it is him, he feels powerless.

"Senior, don't be discouraged, isn't it God's punishment? Let's find a way together, and we can always get through it. Is it possible that we can still be suppressed by this thief for a lifetime?" Wu Yi encouraged, looking like he was fighting against the old man with white beard.

"You are not very young, but your heart is not small. It is not easy to withstand such a blow and not give up. However, you have so many treasures that protect you, and you have devoted yourself to cultivating for a hundred or eighty years. I guess there is still some hope. , for the sake of everyone being struck by lightning, it’s not hard for you, go back where you came from, and when you really survive the nine-fold catastrophe one day, don’t forget to express your anger for me.” The white-bearded old man vented After that, the anger had dissipated, and the rationality gradually returned. With a wave of his hand, all the coercion was removed, allowing them to regain their freedom.

Song Qingmu breathed a long sigh of relief. Under such circumstances, it was a miracle to be able to save his life. He was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Wu Yi. He waved his hand and directly sent the three The treasures were sent to the old man with white beard, and he said excitedly: "Senior's cultivation is as high as heaven and earth, surpassing this junior by a hundred and eight thousand miles. This junior is willing to give these three treasures to senior. God escapes justice."

"Crazy, this guy is simply crazy." Song Qingmu really couldn't figure it out. Under such circumstances, being able to retreat unscathed and unscathed was already the greatest victory, but Wu Yi not only refused to leave, but also Handing over the three spirit treasures, you must know that any one of them is enough for a big sect to exhaust all their strength to fight for it, and it will become the sect's guardian magic weapon, and its value is immeasurable.

Is Wu Yi crazy? Of course not, when he revealed these three treasures, he had already thought through it thoroughly. Facing this white-bearded old man with unfathomable cultivation and who can control the fire of heaven, he wanted to kill him completely in one thought. During this period, it was too late to even resist, and it was very necessary to take the initiative to show up in order to justify yourself.

Moreover, he has been observing the reaction of the white-bearded old man, and he is not very interested in these three treasures. It is not because he does not know the goods, but because these things are not of much use to him, otherwise he would have taken them for himself. How could it be possible to return it to Wu Yi so generously? Since it is useless to him, then this 'favorite' is very necessary.

It has never been Wu Yi's style to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed.

"Hehe... I didn't expect you to be quite generous, but this thing means nothing to me. What you see is just an illusion. I don't have a body, and I can't control the spirit weapon at all. If you want to succeed in the tribulation, you can only understand the way of heaven, and you can't rely on it." Any external force." The old man with white beard was a little surprised by Wu Yi's generosity, but he still said these three things and returned them to Wu Yi. Everything was just as Wu Yi expected. It's useless, but just to see.

"I see. Maybe this is God's will. It's the destiny. I can only accept my fate when I have a mortal body." Wu Yi's expression became extremely gloomy in an instant, and his voice became much lower.

"You are young and energetic, like a newborn sun, why should you be so depressed?" The old man with white beard asked in puzzlement.

Wu Yi looked up at the sky, and said with great melancholy: "This junior is really powerless to fight against the sky with his own strength, so he wants to rely on the strength of his seniors, but he still has little hope. Even if he lives another life, it is just a waste of time." It's just time."

"I can't control the spirit weapon, but you can control the sky fire. I pass the sky fire to you, are you afraid that I can't destroy this thief?" The old man with white beard finally spoke out under Wu Yi's guidance.

Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills. Song Qingmu's admiration for Wu Yi on the side can no longer be described in words.