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However, the mother-in-law is completely stupid. She just swam around in the river of blood. Why can't she even find a "job" when she comes back?

Although that thing is not a good thing, it is even less famous in Fengdu. But there is one ability that is very evil, if it is taken away by someone and brought to the world of the underworld, it will definitely cause a riot.

Thinking of this, she was suddenly taken aback.

where is this place?

Where will anyone go out!

Forget it, just throw it away.

Anyway, it's not a rare thing, at least it won't be of great use here.

However, the mother-in-law picked out the sticky yellow mud from the ground with both hands, and fiddled with it a few times. The freshly baked clay bowl was in her hands again. Then he made a stop on the shore and continued to stand guard dedicatedly.

He Xiaotian obviously doesn't know that the clay bowl in his hand is not a treasure here, and it is even something that can be made and mass-produced at will.

But there is one thing that no one person knows.

The yellow clay used to make clay bowls is the soil of the underworld. Water is the bloody water that spans the bridge of reincarnation and infects countless evil spirits. In addition, Grandma Naihe, who holds the priesthood of Fengdu, made it herself, and has witnessed countless reincarnations over the years.

Under the superimposition of various factors, this thing is obviously not as useless as she said.

On the other side, He Xiaotian was wrapped in a golden Taoist robe, walking carelessly on the strange streets.

The ability similar to invisibility prevented him from attracting malicious gazes in the closed room.

Since I came to Fengdu, if I didn't look around, it would be a waste of time.

next time?

Don't be kidding, if possible, I probably won't get into it in this life.

In less than a day, he was too stimulated.

All kinds of strange things are running around, and what's even more frightening is that occasionally you can meet an evil god when you look up.

Whoever wants to come will come, there will never be a really fragrant day.

Walking down the empty, soulless streets,

He calculated the rewards of his trip to the Bronze Gate.

The first is tens of thousands of EXP, and the second is reduced to 25%... and so on! !

He Xiaotian suddenly discovered that his pollution level had reached 10%.

Could it be because of the three-fifths of the black candle, which not only brought him +1 to all attributes, but also reduced the pollution of the evil god by 5%?

Fuck, I lost 100 million.

Damn [Evil Realm Swamp], one day I'm going to drag you out and beat you up.

No, it should be said to be brutally beaten! !

You shouldn't be called a bastard at all...how did the percentage increase?

Before He Xiaotian could finish cursing, he saw [Constant Attributes: Breath of the Evil God (Heinous - 30%, Will of the Evil God + 20%, Sleeping Domain + 10%, Evil Domain Swamp + 25%)]

The Swamp of the Evil Realm has increased by 15%, which is nearly twice the increase.

(⊙o⊙)...

Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem to be a big loss, at least it is the strengthening of my own strength.

And in the storage space, there is also a clay bowl of unknown purpose.

But he once saw that Naihe's mother-in-law just flicked her wrist and directly absorbed a rather powerful soul body into it.

If this thing can not only clean up the spirit, but also capture the soul of a person, why does it feel a little bloody?

After all, there was no Evil Realm Swamp to show up in person, but the mother-in-law would not be scared away, let alone fell and lost the bowl.

No, I have to observe more in the future.

The power of the evil god always feels a little dangerous.

He Xiaotian thought seriously that if it were true, he would undoubtedly be several times more dangerous than the so-called evil god.

At least the leeks headed by President Jin, the Netherworlders who suffered misfortune, the Dire Realm who suffered disaster in dozens of cities, and some alien cubs who did not want to be named think so.

"Clang!!"

I am planning to get Wulaoxiang, Qixingxiang, Jiuhuangxiang, and thirty-six Tiangangxiang, which are: sixty-seven, twenty-eight, nineteen, and one hour.

"what?"

He Xiaotian lowered his head and looked around. But he saw a fork whose head was all cut off by a sharp weapon, and came into view.

Forks, although not common, are not sloppy at all, and they are very particular.

There is a bull's head fork, the center blade is long and straight, and the forks on both sides are horn-shaped, also known as the tiger fork. There is also a three-pronged fork, the three-bearded fork, also known as the triangular fork, which is similar in shape to a bull's head.

There are also two forks, also known as dragon beard forks. There is also a five-pronged fork, of which the front is long, also known as the flying harpoon, which was a weapon for boat warfare in ancient times. In "Journey to the West", the three-pronged fork appeared several times, with the famous users of the scorpion spirit and the yellow wind monster.

The three strands of the fork he kicked broke off at the same root, and the brilliance of the fracture was like a mirror. It can be seen that the weapon cutting it is quite sharp. If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the surname He, who saw the slight protrusion at the fracture, this thing would be in the shape of a [T].

When He Xiaotian's foot touched the broken fork, his whole body felt undetectably stiff for a moment, just like the mummy used his eyes to freeze his soul in an instant.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to kick the steel fork out. At the same time, he took out the clay bowl under observation from the storage space in his hand, and with a light shake, the stiffness of the soul was immediately relieved, and the person surnamed He couldn't help but lie down straight on the ground.

"nice one."

He Xiaotian made a pun, not only admiring the ability of the clay bowl, but also saying that the broken fork is quite powerful.

With the existence of the clay bowl, he is naturally fearless. Crouching down, stretched out his right hand and picked up the broken fork.

When I touched it, that familiar stiffness came to my heart.

The clay bowl held in his left hand trembled, as if injecting vitality into him, and calmed him down easily.

This thing looks disgusting as a support, but its ability is really extraordinary.

"Om—"

The broken fork shook, and took He Xiaotian's arm to point to the right.

"?!"

What seems to be inlaid on the door in the distance?

He Xiaotian walked quickly and came to the front.

Crescent Moon Knife!

On the blade, there are heavy weapons with gaps.

In the human world, this thing is not used for actual combat at all, but is used by warriors to exercise their arm strength.

Of course, in the eyes of a cultivator, let alone a heavy knife, even if it is carrying a mountain and throwing it, it is not a problem.

This saber penetrated into the half of the wooden door, presumably it was due to fighting with others and flew away under defeat, so it was deeply embedded in the door.

To be on the safe side, He Xiaotian decided to remove the door.

Don't even think about the clay bowl in the left hand, it must not be put into the storage space casually. The broken fork of the right hand would not be put down either, after all it was the one that guided him, so there was no relationship between the two.

On balance, he felt it would be better to remove the door.

This decision also has something to do with this decaying house, which is far away from the strange street.

No matter how big it is, don’t be afraid, it’s a big deal.

"Bang!"

Without saying a word, He Xiaotian kicked the door in directly.

No matter what kind of lonely souls and wild ghosts are in it, I will take a bowl and make sure the other party sits in the wax.

Unexpectedly, everything was calm and there were no attacks.

And he also discovered that everything in the room was torn apart by sharp weapons.

The whole house seemed to have experienced a storm of blades, without any complete existence.

"hiss--"

Could it be because the Yanyue knife was inserted into the door, and then killed the owner in an instant?

That was too miserable.

How much sin did the owner of the house do in his previous life to suffer an innocent disaster in Fengdu?

His suspicion was not without basis. Except for the knife on the door, and the building was a bit decayed and crumbling, and it might collapse at any time, everything outside the room was intact.

This Yanyue Dao, which is full of gaps on the blade, is the most suspicious.

The thing must be a good thing, the only thing that is more dreadful is that this thing won't attack him, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, the Yanyue Knife buried in the broken wooden door flashed coldly on the blade full of incomplete blades.

Stand up straight from it with a bang!

"???"

He Xiaotian stared with a pair of eyes, a little confused.

Brother, I didn't touch you either.

The last time I met an unreasonable evil god, I took a look at him and directly gave me 25% pollution, as if I deliberately peeked at him taking a bath.

It's a bit too much for you to attack people for no reason.

After talking, talking, talking, he jumped to the side almost immediately.

He Xiaotian didn't dare to gamble on whether the Yanyue knife could cut through his defense.

The territory of Fengdu is very strange.

He wouldn't be surprised if something strange happened.

Not to mention being on guard all the time!

"Om—"

A saber qi full of killing intent shot out.

In an instant, all the surrounding objects were cut apart, and at the same time, a miserable scream sounded.

"what----"

High-speed hand-typed text, I can see the chapter list of experience points