Mind Cultivation Record

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 that, 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 birth 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 Heibu. 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 try 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, so always 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, hum..."

"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 the scar caused by the small thunderbolt that fell from the sky and hit the God of Death. At that time, the God of Death was using his trump card to kill the world with all his strength. He didn't have much energy to defend himself, so he had to use his right hand to defend himself. Resist directly. Thanks to the old man from the Ten Thousand Sects Temple who acted as a warning, the purple thunder looked mighty, but in fact it was not very powerful, so the killing god's right arm was preserved intact.

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

No one has ever been able to leave any scars on his perfect body, not even the old monster in the Ten Thousand Sects Temple!

One day - one day!

While secretly swearing, the God of Death put his wrist guards back on to cover up the purple mark that he regarded as a lifelong shame. At this moment, Shadow Kill quietly appeared beside the God of Death, bowed and saluted, and whispered softly in the God of Death's ear.

"Oh? Did that old man from the Jade Hoe contact Zhen Wushuang of the Zhen Zongliu?"

"Yes! Although I still don't know what these two old guys are planning, but according to the speculation of my subordinates, I am afraid that Mr. Jade Hoe must rely on Zhen Wushuang for something!"

"Shadow Sha! Your head has really not grown in vain. Not only can you eat and drink, but you can also talk nonsense! Anyone who takes the initiative to contact Zhen Wushuang, the money-minded miser, should be asking for something from him. Right? Think about it! Think about it: What can Zhen Wushuang do to help Mr. Yu?" Even though the words were sarcastic, the voice of the God of Death was extremely charming, but it made Ying Sha sweatdrop and whisper carefully: " Formation? Does Mr. Jade Hoe want Zhen Wushuang to help him arrange some formations?"

"Not bad! Keep going!"

"Is it the defensive formation of the farmhouse?"

"The Nongjia Flow exists in name only and has almost fallen apart. Nowadays, except for the small courtyard of Jade Hoe, where is the Nongjia Faction's residence? As for Jade Hoe, do ordinary people dare to cause trouble? Defensive formation? Let Zhen Wushuang rip off the money in vain. ?"

"This..., I'm sorry for my stupidity!"

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

The fluttering words made Yingsha break into cold sweat again. He knew his master very well. Every word he said looked like a joke but was not a joke!

"Send someone down to closely monitor every move of Old Jade Hoe, whether it is the spiritual materials purchased or the spiritual herbs for sale; no matter who comes to see him or who he sees; and this auction, closely monitor Pay attention to the movements of the peasant disciples!”

"yes!"

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

"yes!"

After respectfully accepting the promise, Shadow Kill's figure gradually disappeared.

The God of Death stretched out his bare hand to lift the black hair on his forehead, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that could make people suffocate. He saw the God of Death wave 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 Death's eyes were blurred, his expression was soft and charming, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"It's so hard to give up on such a natural beauty... Old Jade Hoe, how dare you, an old guy like you, whose neck is about to be buried in the ground, dare to fight with me? You are overestimating your own abilities!" With that said, the God of Death suddenly raised his head, His gaze was like a knife, as if it penetrated the top floor of the secret room, passed through countless layers, and shot directly at the Ten Thousand Sects Temple that existed in the illusion of the God of Death. It shot at the old guy that the God of Death had never seen before. He stared at it for a long time. The God of Death said lightly: "Old guys! It's time for you to move around..., hum!"

A cold snort, full of charm and tenderness, but also extremely chilling.