Chapter 281: Muffled fortune

The old man in sackcloth had wrinkles on his cheeks, a few tan spots, and his trembling body looked extremely old. //
The old man narrowed his eyelids slightly, with some turbid eyes, staring calmly at the woman wearing a light gauze and charming body, the old hoarse voice slowly opened in the void.
"Oh, since I can come, I can go naturally, old gentleman, what use do you keep that thing? It would be better for a little girl."
Dai Mei frowned slightly and remained silent for a moment. The woman slowly opened her mouth, and the soft and delicate laughter suddenly sounded in the ear of the old man. At the same time, the voice was also introduced to the secret method being selected on the second floor of the temple. Ke Bei ears.
Once he hit sackcloth, the old man's cheeks remained unchanged, and there was a touch of indifference from ancient wells in his slightly turbid eyes. Obviously, Kebei did not have the fixation of the old man. Later, my heart trembled suddenly, and an inexplicable dryness rose to the lower abdomen.
"dry!"
Ke Bei had a hint of wine red on his cheek, grinned, reached the window, looked up slightly, and glanced into the void outside the temple.
"Really is a goblin!"
Ke Bei licked some dry lips, looking at the blood-blowing coquettish body in the void, cursing inwardly, and seemed to think of something immediately, and frowned slightly.
"Anyone dare to come to the temple to grab something?"
There was a moment of silence, and Ke Bei's eyes looked a little hot, and he scanned the ancient scrolls on the simple bookshelf.
There are tens of thousands of secret methods in the Vientiane God Pool of the Luo Temple, and the secret methods in the temple are even more vast. Every ancient scroll with a faint luster is a secret method. At a glance, there are probably as many as 100,000 secret methods in the entire second floor.
"Each winner of the Fighting Gods title can only choose two secret methods ..."
Ke Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, looked out the window, and looked at the scrolls on the bookshelf. There was a greedy light between the corners of the eyes.
"The goblins dared to come to the temple alone, presumably they should have terrifying strength, and they would fight together in a while. I should be able to take advantage of chaos and get more secrets!"
Ke Bei's eyes were burning, although he only needed mental energy to attack the secret method. Defense of the mysteries with spiritual power, but the human race needs, like the existence of four humans beyond the God of War, all because of the mystery cultivation, cultivation has been stagnant, if these mysteries can be brought back to earth ...
After touching the scarlet token around his waist, Kebei pondered for a moment. The God of Fighting token has the right to enter the temple to select the secret method, but this permission can only allow Kebei to choose two secret methods, and when in the Pantheon of Luoshen Temple same. Once you choose two mysteries, your breath will be locked and you won't be able to take away the other mysteries.
"Dad, the mystery you left behind can deceive the laws of heaven and earth. Although I have only practiced the mystery of human souls for a few days, there should be no problem in deceiving that old thing?"
Kebei is a little uncertain. After all, the main owner of the temple is a strong man with great strength in the virtual world. It should not be so easy to cheat him to steal more secret methods.
boom!
When Ke Bei was thinking, how to steal the secret method. There was a loud roar in the empty space above the temple.
In the empty space, the old man who hit the linen had no change in his face, and still looked straight at the front. The linen was as stable as Tarzan. After colliding with the charming woman once, the clothes were not shaken, and the woman's delicate face became pale. The ruddy and thin lips opened slightly, and blood dripped down the corner of the mouth.
Once in a fight, stand down!
Although the woman has the practice of peaking in the virtual realm, she is still a lot weaker in the face of the lord of the temple and the winner of the title of Blood Yuan.
"Some things that don't belong to you ... will never belong to you ..."
The old man glanced indifferently at the woman, and the voice of old calm sounded slowly.
"I wandered for thousands of years. I came here just to get that thing. No one can stop me!"
The woman slowly raised her head, her charming face with a touch of unprecedented resoluteness, her eyebrows raised slightly, and her slender fingers like a jade rose slowly.
"What about fulfillment?"
The woman's fingertips flashed with a magical purple light spot, and then the purple light spot turned into a thin purple glove, which enveloped the woman's delicate and white palm like a jade.
Buzzing ~~
A bitter and mysterious breath slowly swayed to the woman, and it was prepared to sway from the woman's right hand with a purple fist.
"Yep?"
Feeling the inexplicable breath, the old man who had been in gray sackcloth has been calm and indifferent, his face changed slightly, his brows were locked, and for the first time, a dignified color was revealed between the eyebrows. The old and thin palms slowly spread out, a drop of crystal Scarlet droplets appeared in the palm of the old man.
Power of the Lord!
The woman looked at a sudden drop of crystal blood in the old man's palm, her pupil contracted slightly, and her right hand with a purple fist tightened slightly.
She knows very well what the droplets in the palm of the old man represent. The power of the Lord is the power of the essence of the great Lord. Even the great Lord, if you want to condense a drop of the Power of the Source, it will cost hundreds of dollars. For thousands of years, it also has a certain amount of damage to the body. Therefore, even if the master of the world generally does not consume his own original power and condense the original power.
The woman is a powerful underlord of the Nanming Realm, this time it is a heavy task, and she has drifted in the universe for thousands of years to come to the Blood World, but even so, the Nanming Realm only gave her a master artifact. But did not give her a drop of the power of the source, which shows the preciousness of the power of the source!
The old man has the strength of the virtual realm. Once he uses the power of the condensed master of the drop of the world, even if she has the master artifact, the woman still does not have the slightest grasp and can grab that thing.
"The things left by the master cannot be taken away by you. If you are willing to turn back now, I can let you go."
The old man in a gray sackcloth looked at the purple fist in the palm of the woman, was silent for a moment, and slowly spoke.
Because the woman took out the main artifact, the master of the temple did not want to fight with it, and took a step back.
The woman bowed her head slightly, her flowing hair covered her soft cheeks and frowned, and the woman fell into contemplation, seeming to weigh the words of the old man.
Seeing the woman's silence, the gray-clad old man was slightly relaxed and had no choice but to fight against a fictitious powerhouse with a master artifact. After all, there were only three drops of the power of the main source of the world. I didn't notice that in the eyes of the woman covered by her hair, the firm color did not change half!
At this moment, Ke Bei in the temple and the second floor had completed his disguise, and transformed into an old man with an old face and wearing a purple robe.
"Hope you succeed!"
The old man at Kebei narrowed his eyes, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the scrolls on the bookshelf. He had already collected the two selected spiritual secrets into the Qitian Tower, and now he was about to take the third volume. Secret!
boom!
Just above Ke Bei's fingers above the glowing scroll, the temple shook suddenly and violently, and a huge purple handprint struck, and instantly the temple like a ruined temple blasted out. The dark cave, the purple handprints were pressed down abruptly, and Kebei's pupils suddenly shrank. Looking at the purple handprints that were pressed down, a heart suddenly hung in the air.
"Dad, you have to be reliable this time!"
There was a silent prayer in his heart, and the dark golden light spots on Ke Bei's body quickly swam. In a moment, a battle suit with dark golden light appeared on Ke Bei's body surface.
boom! boom!
The purple handprints crashed down, the quaint bookshelf shattered apart, and the bookshelves exuded with luster and luster suddenly fell to the ground, while Kebei's body was directly bombarded by the purple handprints!
"court death!"
As the purple handprints blasted the temple, the void above the temple suddenly came with an angry roar. The old man in gray sackcloth tapped his finger, and the blood droplet in his palm was incorporated. At the heart of his eyebrow, a sudden breath burst out suddenly. The old man did not expect that the woman chose to take the shot in the end. The heartache used the power of the main source of the drop world. The old man shot with anger, the old body disappeared instantly, a teleportation It suddenly appeared in front of the woman, her thin palms, carrying the horror energy that darkened the world, and stamped it the woman's chest.
"Humph!"
Jiao drank, and the purple fingerprint disappeared to the temple instantly, and immediately collided with the old man's thin palm fiercely.
Boom boom!
The woman using the main artifact ~ EbookFREE.me ~ collided with the old man who used the power of the Lord in the sky.
At this moment, Ke Bei, who was trapped in the rock, slowly crawled out, spit out his saliva fiercely, and spit out all the crushed stones and powder, and his eyes immediately showed a pleasant surprise.
"Dad is really reliable this time. Only the purple handprint has at least the peak attack power of the virtual realm. Lao Tzu hasn't lost any hair!"
Ke Bei played the corner of the gold-stranded battle suit, with a smile on his cheek. Immediately, Ke Bei's thoughts moved slightly, and the gold-stranded battle suit turned into billions of light points again, and merged into the skin of Kobe. Ke Bei's eyes glanced fiercely at the secret scrolls scattered all over the ground.
"Golden vest is reliable, I hope the mystery of the human soul is also reliable!"
Ke Bei murmured, and the purple sleeve robe swung to one of the ancient scrolls, and immediately placed it in the Qitian Tower.
In the void outside the sanctuary, the two were still fighting fiercely, and it seemed that Kobe was not aware of it at all, but Kebei was smirking, and buried his scrolls containing the secret scriptures into Qitian Tower. . (m Your support is my greatest motivation.)