I Can Brush Attributes

Li Qing forehead, hearing the arrival of the old ancestor, his tense heart relaxed a little.

If there is no ancestor, Li Qing is really afraid that he will not be able to control the scene.

Styx Hanoi.

Wang Ping is like a fish, wandering in the Styx, swimming freely.

"Styx is a locked treasure house."

Swimming to the bottom of the Styx River, Wang Ping looked over and saw many treasures at a glance.

There are rare treasures in the bottom of the river, and it is strange to say that the treasures in the Styx River may be due to the relationship of the dead, and they have not been impacted by the Styx River and are well preserved.

"It seems that Styx is not aggressive towards dead objects, but ordinary things cannot withstand Styx's attack even if they are dead objects."

Wang Ping recalled his mobile phone, which melted in his pocket after he was rushed into the Styx River. If Wang Ping had not bought it from the government at a huge price, it would have disappeared.

In the pitch-black river, Hanoi is pitch-dark, but the bottom of the river is not pitch-black. There are faint lights, like sparkling sparks in the dark, illuminating the light.

That is the light of the Styx treasure.

"Indus wood, Huangquan stone, Huangquan bottom stone, Huangquan grass..."

Wang Ping looked at it, and could vaguely see the treasure that was mostly buried by the sediment at the bottom of the river.

He didn't pick it up because Styx had too many things to hold in his storage space, so he was going to pick up expensive and rare ones.

At the same time, Wang Ping glanced at the storage space.

In the storage space, "Momotaro" lay quietly in it.

Deep eyes, the luster flashed away.

Others may not know about "Momotaro", but Wang Ping knows a little.

I saw Wang Ping withdrew his gaze and fixed his gaze on a pitch-black ring on his finger, which was given to him by his great-grandfather Wang Tongtian, which has the ability to store things.

In addition to the storage ring, great-grandfather Wang Tongtian also gave the old grandfather's body in the storage ring.

At this moment, Wang Ping's eyes were on the corpse of the old grandfather who was storing the ring.

He was looking at the clothes on the grandfather's corpse, and at the clothes on "Momotaro". Although the styles of the two clothes were different, the materials were the same.

Wang Ping can check this out.

"Perhaps, I can get "Momotaro" by offering sacrifices to the Styx River, which may be the reason why I own this old grandfather's body." Wang Ping stood at the bottom of the Styx River, rubbing his chin.

"Momotaro" and the corpse of the old man must be related. In other words, the two are not related, but they come from the same era.

Wang Ping is more inclined to the former, "Momotaro" is related to the old grandpa.

Carefully observe the face of the grandfather, and the appearance of "Momotaro", there are some similarities.

Although there are always some people in today's world who are not related by blood, but look similar, Wang Ping does not believe that such a small probability is met by himself.

The key is that these are still two ancient corpses.

To be from the same era, but also to be similar in appearance but not related by blood, this probability is lower than winning the lottery.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping looked strange.

"My dear, did I get a pair of grandfather and grandson corpses? Will there be a numb corpse? The family should be neat and tidy?"

Wandering away his thoughts, Wang Ping didn't intend to think about it. He knew too little about the clues and information on the corpse of his grandfather.

Afterwards, Wang Ping swam all the way along the Styx River.

With the ability to retain water, Wang Ping swam very fast, and he didn't know how long he swam.

On the way, as long as Wang Ping finds precious treasures, he will store it in the storage space.

a long time.

Wang Ping's one hundred and forty cubic meters of storage space is full.

"Let's do this first, and come later, no one can take it away anyway." Wang Ping murmured to himself that no one could come down in Styx except himself, and the treasure of Styghe couldn't take it all in one breath without fear of being taken away.

Wang Ping didn't go back to the river where Li Qing and the others were, but swam towards the river above where he was. He planned to stay for a while.

There is another reason, Wang Ping faintly heard the sound of the river above.

A riverside of the River Styx.

There are thousands of ghosts gathered here. Looking up, they are densely packed, and their strength becomes stronger as they get closer to the river. The strongest one seems to be a king.

He is the king of the black wind, the king of the camp where Huangquan Styx advocates attacking the human world.

Compared with the Ghost Flame King, the Heifeng King's Styx Qingming Festival was more solemn and imposing. He came with the power of the whole country and led the army of ghosts and monsters from his own country.

Worshiping the Qingming Festival with the power of the whole country is one of the most devout ways to celebrate the Qingming Festival in Huangquan Minghe.

"My ancestors are on the top. Today, I am here to worship you on Qingming Festival. I hope you will know the Stygian River, bless me with the prosperity of the Heifeng Kingdom, and bless my strength to a higher level!"

Heifeng Wang, who was wearing a black royal robe, spoke loud and clear in all directions, shaking as if the water in the Styx River was even more boiling and rolling.

"Come on, come up with a tribute."

This is a yellow spring grass, an unusual yellow spring grass, but a yellow spring grass that is quite old, at least eight or nine hundred years old.

The Black Wind King held the Yellow Spring Grass in both hands and threw it towards the Styx.

In Huangquan Styx, if you want to get a gift from the Styx on the Qingming Festival, the most effective way is to worship the whole country and pay a high tribute.

Of course, it is also a big gamble, because the gifts you get are not necessarily better than the tributes you get.

The Black Wind King is obviously planning to gamble once.

Pfft!

Yellow spring grass is thrown into the Styx.

The water of the River Styx tumbled, rolling waves, and a mysterious force of the River Styx filled the air, and the King of the Black Wind watched with bated breath, a little nervous.

"coming!"

His eyes lit up, and the Black Wind King was pleasantly surprised. He found a human-sized black shadow emerging from Hanoi on the surface of the Styx River.

Seeing such a big shadow, the Black Wind King was excited and quickly thought about why the Styx gift had such a weight.

At the same time, the army of ghosts in the kingdom of the Black Wind looked sideways, very curious about what the gift from the River Styx was.

After thinking about it, the dark shadow slowly surfaced.

"Uh... what is that?"

"It's like... it's like a head... fuck! It's really a head!"

Ding! The army of ghosts was stunned, wouldn't this be a corpse, would it be a "king" corpse? Attribute +100

After a while, the shadow appeared on the water, it was a person raining.

Wang Ping!

Under the shocking gaze of the Batu King and the army of ghosts, Wang Ping, who had surfaced himself, said to the Batu King.

"I said little brother, what's the matter with you? How did you throw things into the river? You almost hit me, you know?"

"What did you lose? Is that this?"

Wang Ping raised his left hand and took out a large golden axe obtained at the bottom of the Styx River.

"Or, is this the one you threw into the river?"

With that said, Wang Ping raised his right hand and took out a large silver axe obtained at the bottom of the Styx River.

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