Chapter 1969: food

Chapter 1969: Food
Seeing this scene, the skinny old man sneered and said, "The people in the demon domain, the evil nature of the heart, the fierce and fierce, this is their means."
Su Zimo sneered.
Although the fat and thin old man professed to be an immortal person, the two knew that Feng Xuan Wang had set a trap, and also deceived others to take the initiative to step in. This kind of thought may be even more poisonous than Feng Xuan King in the demon domain!
The backhand left by Feng Xuanwang can only be regarded as a knife.
The real beheading of the two underworld gods is actually the bewilderment of the fat and thin two old men!
"Senior, shouldn't there be any danger now?"
A Xuanxian asked carefully.
"I don't know."
Fat old man said with a smile.
In any case, this is a prince's body after all, and the storage bag is in front of it, and it may be an unimaginably huge treasure.
Everyone was unwilling and would not leave.
A little later, someone again found the magic weapon from the storage bag, stood in the distance, and manipulated the magic weapon toward the Feng Xuanwang's storage bag.
This man ’s magic weapon just flew out, and before he touched the body of King Feng Xuan, he lost his aura, and the whole body was covered with green spots and fell down.
"what!"
The man whispered.
He has completely lost control of this magic weapon!
Su Zimo already knew about this scene when he first entered the emperor's tomb, and he was naturally not surprised.
The rest of the monks were shocked.
The thin old man said quietly: "Forget to remind you that in this emperor's grave, it is best not to use any magic weapon. Any magic weapon exposed will be eroded by the curse of the emperor's grave and turned into a pile of waste copper and rotten iron!"
One frowned and said, "In other words, can we only rely on the flesh, blood, or mystery?"
"Haha!"
Li Tian laughed loudly: "It's just right, I've been soaring after three or nine days of calamity. Today I want to see, who in this emperor's grave can compare with me!"
Sword feather looks cold and silent.
Ordinary sword repair must be good at refining the body, otherwise it will be difficult to maximize the killing of Kendo.
Between the discussions, a person quietly walked behind Feng Xuan Wang and gradually approached.
In a blink of an eye, the distance between this person and the King of Feng Xuan is close at hand!
This person's eyes were hot, and his palm was stretched out like a thunder, and he grabbed at the storage bag of Feng Xuanwang's waist.
"Caught it!"
This man showed ecstasy, and was about to open the storage bag to find out what treasures were inside. In the body of Feng Xuan King, a cluster of green ghost fires of the size of his fingertips suddenly appeared.
This bunch of ghost fire fell on the body of the Xuanxian of the Nether World, as if they encountered spirits, and quickly swept the whole body!
In an instant, the body of the Xuanxian of the Nether World ignited a faint green flame and became a huge fireball in the shape of a human!
Many monks hurriedly backed away.
"Ahhhh!"
A fierce scream came from the fireball.
But three or two breaths, the screams disappeared, and the flesh and blood of Xuanxian, the nether world, has also been burned to nothing by green flames, leaving only a corpse with green spots scattered on the ground.
This time, even Su Zimo was secretly shocked.
Although he is good at the way of flames, the power hidden in this faint green flame, even he felt a palpitation and scalp tingling.
If he catches such a flame, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape.
"Huh, this is cursed ghost fire!"
The skinny old man said coldly: "In this emperor's grave, some of the strong men's corpses may give birth to cursed ghost fires, burn flesh, and refine the primitive gods!"
"This is just a little lesson for you. There are too many things that can kill you in this emperor's grave!"
Sword feather close together, pinching sword tactics, across the void, towards the storage bag on the ground, cut out a sword light.
Xu is a long time or corroded by the curse of the emperor's grave. It is the prince's storage bag, which can't withstand this sword light, and it instantly breaks.
Wow!
The contents of the storage bag are scattered all over the place.
The crowd looked intently.
I have to say that there are indeed a lot of treasures in the prince's storage bag. Just various magical treasures, Lingbao, have reached tens of thousands!
All stacked together, almost forming a hill.
But unfortunately, all these magic weapons, spiritual treasures, are covered with green spots, all of them have lost their spirituality and have been completely abolished.
Some of the cultivation resources in this storage bag, such as the spirit stone, have no vitality.
Like some magic pills, covered with curses, even if the power is still there, everyone dare not take them.
Many monks looked disappointed.
Three people fell and opened the storage bag, but there were no treasures available.
"Let's go."
Shen said the thin old man.
They followed behind the two fat and thin old men, and continued to move forward.
Su Zimo did not keep up, but stood not far away, staring at the 'hill' made of magic and spiritual treasures, his eyes flashed.
"What are you doing there?"
The thin old man asked Su Zimo, who didn't follow him, frowned.
Su Zimo didn't go to see the thin old man and replied casually: "You go first, I'll look at it, and catch up soon."
"Humph!"
The skinny old man sank, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you lost with us, you will wait to be buried in this emperor's grave!"
After saying this, the thin old man took everyone forward and stopped paying attention to Su Zimo.
Tang Ziyi's voice suddenly sounded in Su Zimo's mind.
"Don't you feel that the treasures in the storage bags of the first generation of the Demon King are scarce?"
"Good."
Su Zimo nodded slightly.
Tang Ziyi said: "The strong kings can condense Dongtian. Their real treasures are conceived in Dongtian, and they are tempered day and night. They will not be put in storage bags at all."
Su Zimo's eyes flashed a solitude.
No wonder he didn't find any Dongtian Lingbao.
According to Tang Ziyi, treasures like Dongtian Lingbao should be hidden in Fengxuan King's cave!
Tang Ziyi continued: "Even if Feng Xuan Wang has fallen, by our means, it is impossible to open his cave, you don't have to try it."
"Well, you go first, I'll be there soon."
Su Zimo did not explain more.
He stayed. In addition to the curiosity in the storage bag of Feng Xuanwang, there was another important reason.
It is the hill where these magical and spiritual treasures are stacked!
To these people, these magic weapons and spiritual treasures are just a pile of waste copper and iron.
But for Su Zimo, it may not be!
To be precise, it is very useful for the town prison!
Because, just after the storage bag was opened, Zhending Ding issued a long-lost tremor, which is a sign of its desire to devour chemical weapons!
Although the weapon on the curse was contaminated by the curse, the prison guard did not seem to care.
These weapons are food to it!
It's just dirty.
Su Zimo and other fat and thin old men took everyone away and disappeared after seeing him.
as expected!
Zhending Ding was exposed in the tomb of the emperor, and there was no trace of green spots on the Ding body!
Even the curse of the emperor's grave is difficult to contaminate the body of the town prison!
(End of this chapter)