Chapter 1622: Just like that

"Will you still have to say it?"
Yang Tao rolled his eyes, he really doubted whether this little monk was a complete Buddhist man.
What you do doesn’t seem to be the norm of a person with Buddhism.
"Let's talk about your gains."
The Heavenly Dragon Soul is constantly condensing, the spell has been cast, and now all that is left is waiting.
As soon as he talked about the harvest this time, Zhang Daoming instantly became excited.
"These churches are really rich. Fairy Xiaoqing, there are good things in them that can make your cultivation level reach the late Yuan Ying directly."
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Daoming took out a few jade boxes and handed them to Yang Tao.
"Also, there are many good things here, Yang Tao, I think we should go find a few small churches and take a stroll."
This is just an ordinary church that is not well-known and can have such good things. What if it is the 36th chapel?
What if it is the Twelve Cathedrals, dear, don't there be more good things in there?
Zhang Daoming believes that the old man in Shushan still didn't fool himself. At the very least, there are so many good things here.
"Also, I think if it is those churches, there must be better things, such as magic medicine that can directly promote higher-level cultivation."
At this moment, Zhang Daoming's mind was already thinking about what good things he could get.
"Daoming, you have to know that other foreign objects are wrong. Everything depends on yourself, and yourself is the root."
Yang Tao spoke with a serious face, but he waved his hand calmly, and received all the things Zhang Daoming had just taken out into his storage bag.
"Hey. What are you doing?!"
Seeing Yang Tao like this, Zhang Daoming screamed.
"Such a foreign object is not good, I am helping you."
Yang Tao blinked, and Mao Xiaoqing on one side had slowly recovered. That day, the dragon soul turned into a phantom and flew towards Mao Xiaoqing.
Finally, it merged into Mao Xiaoqing's arm and disappeared.
"Hmph, Jiani has a regional two-headed dog, and that thing can evolve. Now that I have a dragon soul here, we will definitely be exceptionally powerful in the future."
Mao Xiaoqing showed a sweet smile. I don't know if it is an illusion. Yang Tao always feels that there is something inexplicable in the girl's eyes.
"Well, now that these things are almost done, let's go quickly. Little monk, you can guard these two places yourself."
Yang Tao didn't worry about the abilities of the young monk at all. Just the ability to hide from the sky is enough for him to maintain most of the safety factor.
Now there are Dharma protectors, and the dojo is ready. It all depends on the little monk himself.
"That is, this time, it is considered that we Buddhism owes the donor a great favor."
The little monk spoke very sincerely, Baoxiang solemnly, as if he was not the same person who said those things before.
"There is no need to say that, if there is nothing else, then we will go first."
"Yes, yes, we still have a lot to do, can't we delay it."
Zhang Daoming also spoke with enthusiasm. Everyone knows that the so-called ‘thing’ in his mouth at this moment is undoubtedly going to rob the church.
"Donor, go away. If you encounter difficulties one day, I can provide you with a secret rest and retreat."
The little monk is not hypocritical, putting his hands together is a guarantee for everyone.
"Donor, you must pay attention to the Tiansha organization. In fact, many things are not as simple as you think. We are afraid of other things. In short, if you encounter people from this organization again in the future... ...I would rather kill by mistake than let it go..."
In the end, the little monk's words contained a strong sense of hatred, which made Yang Tao feel very surprised, not killing, but hating.
Among them, what else is there, I don't know. Is there any other ulterior secret between Tiansha and Buddhism?
"Donor, you must remember, you must be careful. If you encounter someone who uses a sword, run!"
The words added by the little monk later made Yang Tao stunned again. run? ! Even letting myself run, this... this was the words that the little monk said under the premise that he knew his certain strength.
"Sword?!"
Yang Tao was extremely keen, feeling as if he had grasped some important point. But after another thought, it seemed that nothing was ordinary.
In the end, Yang Tao led everyone on the road again. This time, unless you have bad luck on the road and meet someone from the Holy See, otherwise, according to Baker, it should be safe along the way.
"Hey~ when he knows, that organization and Jianzong..."
The little monk looked at the direction Yang Tao was leaving, and sighed heavily, but Yang Tao was doomed to not hear the words murmured in his mouth.
If he hears it, then his heart will surely startle with stormy waves.
Mountain of Gods!
This is a legendary mountain. According to legend, a long time ago, the gods once met here to explore the highest state of magic.
Moreover, there are rumors that although the gods left in the end, they left a stunning spell here. If someone can master it, he will surely be invincible.
For such legends, the Holy See naturally knows more in detail.
The legend is true, so is the spell. But the people of the Holy See don't think it is so easy to get.
At the same time, in the headquarters of the Holy See, this spell also exists. So they are more focused on the place, not so much.
However, around the Mount of Gods, there are still three small churches arranged in three different directions.
The Holy See has other purposes for the sacred mountains!
Among the several small churches, a man wrapped in a black robe sat elegantly on the highest throne.
In front of him, there are several women. Regardless of body shape or appearance, they are all first-class. At the same time, some parts of their bodies, under the shining light of the holy light, unexpectedly released bursts of faint light.
"There is still a lack of fusion blood, the noble blood of the blood family, maybe it can meet the conditions, come, do we have a blood family here recently?"
The man said in a deep voice. In fact, in his opinion, it would be great if he could get high-level zombie blood.
"Yes, there is a princess of the blood race, near the mountains of the gods. However, that is the important goal of other small churches..."
"Huh, isn't it? But now, that's my little church. Go and bring me the blood princess."
The man's voice is extremely domineering, it seems to him that other small churches are just like that...
(End of this chapter)