high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 181 Happy meeting

In Bei Palace.

In front of the three of them is a water mirror.

Lord Qingli gritted his teeth, his face was livid, Wang Qiuyi had a look of interest, and the monk Guanghui had the same expressionless expression as usual.

"I won the bet."

Guanghui spoke lightly.

"I won the bet."

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Mr. Qingli did not answer, Guanghui spoke again.

"you……"

Lord Qingli grimaced, turned his head with a little exasperation, and glared fiercely at the middle-aged monk with a dull expression.

"A monk, can you gamble?!" He asked sharply, his sleeves trembling slightly.

Guanghui nodded slightly, clasped his palms together, and recited the Buddha's mantra in a low voice.

"Follow the heretics with you monsters." The middle-aged monk with a dull face said, "There is no need to talk about rules and regulations."

"you……"

Lord Qingli's face changed suddenly, but he caught a glimpse of Wang Qiuyi leaning on his seat with a lazy expression, so he had no choice but to suppress all the flames of anger in his chest.

"Surrogate to death, I have quite a few in Dragon Palace."

At the last moment, he struggled to speak:

""Slaying Death Replacement Technique", "Fennian Yuan Nerve", "Zangxing Method", "Dadong Three Body Treasure Jue"... Even the Buddhist death replacement technique, I also treasure a "Lotus Birth Transformation" "."

"I don't know, can I switch to another one?" He asked earnestly with a tone of reluctance.

"No." Guanghui's heart was as hard as a stone, and he remained unmoved.

The two of them stood in a cold stalemate for a moment, with indifference on their faces.

"The bald thief does everything, digs up people's ancestral graves, did you have a son, did you..."

Lord Qingli couldn't hold back at last, and was the first to change color, ignoring Wang Qiuyi's side.

Just as he was about to yell, he remembered the current situation of the Dragon Palace, and felt sad for a moment, and almost burst into tears.

After a helpless sigh, he stopped his mouth and swallowed the remaining half of the words.

Qingli Jun stretched out his hand slightly, and a blazing flame appeared in his palm, like a small golden cicada carved out of gold.

Jin Chan's body is exquisite, no more than half the size of a palm, lying quietly in the palm of Mr. Qingli.

It spread its cicada wings, as if it was about to flap its wings and fly away at any time, lifelike.

Nine mysterious and ancient runes are intertwined, forming nine deep spiral creations vertically and horizontally, imprinted on Jin Chan's body surface, revealing countless mysterious meanings, as if containing the most wonderful truth of the change of life and death, the beginning of all phenomena.

The moment the golden cicada appeared, the surroundings became quiet and faint, and there was a faint, high and far-sighted cicada's chirping.

Golden Cicada Nine Deaths Technique!

Guanghui raised his eyes, with an unprecedented smile on his face.

Facing Qingli Jun's almost cannibalistic eyes, he lightly waved his sleeves, and put the golden cicada into the Niwan Palace.

"Right, there's one more thing."

When Lord Qingli closed his eyes and his heart was slightly extinguished, Guanghui spoke again next to his ear.

"Speak if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say." Qingli Jun said lightly without opening his eyes.

"Lord Long still owes me a few pieces of divine iron."

Guanghui clasped his hands together and said sincerely.

"Let your mother's fart go?!"

The big tendons on Qingli Jun's forehead twitched, and under the rage, he unconsciously revealed his original form. Just about to manifest a giant dragon with thousands of feet, his pupils were like two boiling magic lakes, gushing out the turbulent killing intent of burning mountains and boiling seas .

At the same time, everyone in Qingli Holy Land was shrouded in a bone-eating chill.

Hanxu Laodao, Tiangui Tongzi and other five-realm Tibetans raised their heads in astonishment, and their hearts were full of fear.

Just when the dragon-like dragon was about to roar angrily, Wang Qiuyi raised her head lightly and glanced at him.

The whistling sound stopped abruptly before it could come out, and the rolling sound wave got stuck in the throat, and it couldn't get up or down all the time.

As soon as the big jiao looked at the sky and rolled, he turned into a handsome man in green robe and bamboo crown again, but the anger on his face was still lingering.

"When the hell did I owe you the god iron?!" Qingli Jun yelled and cursed.

"What Dragon Lord said to Chen Jizi just now." The middle-aged monk still looked dull: "It makes the poor monk feel uncomfortable."

"So protective? Are you really shameless?"

"Will Lord Long give you the divine iron?" Guanghui was unmoved.

"Take it, I'll use it for repairing your grave, I hope it will be stronger!"

Lord Qingli's palms trembled, he took a deep breath, sacrificed a piece of divine iron, and hit Guanghui head and face.

The middle-aged monk didn't dislike it either, and as soon as he stretched out his sleeves and robes slightly, he took them all in.

"Although the divine iron is expensive, it is not a rare thing." Qingli Jun looked at it coldly, with an indifferent expression: "Is there no divine iron in your Vajra Temple?"

"There is, but there is."

Guanghui clasped his hands together: "Just don't let Lord Long feel bad, the poor monk will not be happy after all."

Qingli Jun was so angry that his body trembled, his hands and feet were cold, he pointed at Guanghui for a while, but he was speechless.

But when he was about to curse, Wang Qiuyi, who had been silent all this time, turned slightly serious.

"That Chen Youzhi."

At this moment, Wang Qiuyi spoke suddenly.

He pointed to the pale boy with a smile on his face, and said softly:

"He looks a lot like an old friend of mine."

"who?"

"King Zheng Wu."

In the water mirror, the pale young man's face was icy cold, after the people around Chen Jizi dispersed, Chen Youzhi rushed forward, with a sad look on his face, but it was very real.

"It's really bearable, such behavior." Wang Qiuyi said lightly: "It looks like King Zheng Wu crawled out of the grave."

……

at this time.

On the golden battle platform.

As Chen Jizi moved out of the arena, Bai Shu regained his true qi for a while, then turned into a light, and staggered towards the approaching Cui Yuanzhou, Monk Huiyuan and others.

What you can see is blurry, like a veil.

Bai Shu gave a wry smile, staggered and almost fell from the sky.

Without waiting for Cui Yuanzhou to turn pale with shock, a soft and huge force arose out of thin air, supporting Bai Shu.

A wave of pure qi, like the sea of ​​heaven, was pouring into the body continuously, and Baishu's body made a crackling sound like frying beans, and even his complexion returned a bit of blood.

"Since you have won against Chen Jizi, you will have nothing to do with Qingli Palace this time."

Guanghui's voice sounded low in Niwan Palace, calm and without waves.

"You have made a name for the King Kong Temple, tell me, what reward do you want?"

"I……"

Bai Shu was stunned for a moment, he was silent for a while, and finally tried to speak.

"Disciple." He said respectfully, "I want Chilong's follow-up method, can I ask the master for permission?"

King Kong, what he wants most is nothing more than King Kong's follow-up mentality.

As long as there is a follow-up Vajra Mind Method, then the stagnant state can be improved again.

Ziwu, humans and demons, the national war in troubled times...all of these caught him off guard.

Strong and stronger.

While Bai Shu was feeling uneasy, after a while, Guang Hui's voice finally sounded again.

"Let's discuss this matter later. When your injury recovers, I will ask Xuan Di to bring you to see me. Whether it is a reward or a Mira lamp, I will give you both at that time."

The voice of the middle-aged monk could not hear sadness and happiness:

"The selection of the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace has already been decided. The Dragon Lord has selected Li Feibai from the Great Demon Grave. You don't want to go to the next competition."

"Disciple understands."

Bai Shu nodded obediently.

The purpose of this trip was originally for Miluodeng. Now that Chen Jizi had been defeated, Miluodeng was about to be obtained.

Everything he won was insignificant to him.

"Heal your wounds."

As soon as Guanghui's voice sounded again, it disappeared and never spoke again.

At this time, Cui Yuanzhou and the two finally arrived in a hurry.

"Brother?" Cui Yuanzhou shouted anxiously, with five fingers stretched out, he shook his hand in front of his eyes: "How much is this?"

"It's five." Bai Shu smiled helplessly. He patted the little fat man's shoulder, and flew away with a beam of rainbow light.

Cui Yuanzhou didn't know why, so he exchanged a glance with Monk Huiyuan and hurried to catch up.

This trip, this experience of Qingli Palace, is over.

Bai Shu took one last look at the golden battle platform, sighed inwardly, and turned his head away.

And the moment he turned his head back, in the crystal palace on the viewing platform, the old man with white beard Hanxu looked at this scene with extremely complicated eyes.

In the palm of Hanxu's old master, there is a slightly flickering messenger Yugui.

"And marry Chen Youzhi?"

The old Taoist Hanxu withdrew his gaze, and spoke to Chuanxin Yugui, his face already showing anger:

"Why don't I know about this?"

"I..." Sending the letter to Yu Guili, a man laughed mischievously, but he didn't answer.

"Crap! If you are blown on the pillow by a woman, your bones will soften! Chen Youzhi? Marry that illegitimate child? Even the word 'Chen', he only got it in recent years! He used to be called Sun Youzhi Woolen cloth!"

The old Taoist Hanxu was furious, and smashed the message Yugui:

"You don't discuss such a big matter with me. If I knew it was like this, I should have shot you on the stone in the first place!"

When Yu Guili was summoned, the man's voice stopped abruptly, suddenly interrupted.

And Bai Xi at the side tilted his head, his face was full of disbelief, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

……

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Two days later.

In a market, according to the time sequence of Qingli Palace, it was just the time when night fell.

The Xuanguang stone carved into the shape of the sun rotated to cover up the flames, and thus, endless twilight was born.

But in this street market, it is brightly illuminated and colorful.

One after another lotus lanterns float in the low sky, shedding a gentle halo, covering everything in a faint light,

In the market, there are overlapping buildings, corners of palaces, glazed pavilions, shells and palaces, all of which are countless and beautiful.

What's more, the streets are full of skirts and skirts, shoulder to shoulder, and it is very lively.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!"

Cui Yuanzhou huddled in the crowd, waved his hand at Bai Shu vigorously, and said loudly:

"Come on! Otherwise, you won't be sitting!"

"Let's go."

Bai Shu shrugged his shoulders towards Monk Huiyuan, his body was like a white fish, easily passing through the gap between the crowd.

This market has set up a magic circle that prohibits the sky, so it can only be walked.

After the battle with Chen Jizi, Bai Shu, who had just recovered from his injuries, was dragged here by the excited Cui Yuanzhou.

The little fat man said that there is a restaurant here, which tastes very good, and it is the most suitable place for banquets after cleaning up.

A quarter of an hour later, the three of Bai Shu appeared in front of a tall building, and the Shui tribe led them in.

"What kind of festival is today?"

Bai Shu looked at the crowded people in the hall, not only there were monks of morality, but more demon cultivators.

Every seat in the high-rise building was packed, and there was no gap at all.

"It seems to be a big day for the aquarium."

Cui Yuanzhou shrugged, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran from one place.

As far as he could see, there was a large white jade table filled with all kinds of delicacies, but only a woman was sitting there.

"Gu..."

Before Cui Yuanzhou's request to share a table, his voice stopped abruptly.

When Bai Shu led the complicated-faced aquatic maid to go up, his complexion froze immediately.

Bai Xi...

The crying girl's shoulders trembled and her eye circles were red, seeing her pitiful appearance with pear blossoms and rain, Bai Shu couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

This is... being beaten again?

Beat so hard this time?

He hesitated to speak, and just as he was about to express relief, the girl stared at her and blocked her words.

"No!"

Although her eye circles were red, she kept moving her mouth, biting off the front hoof hard, and stuffed herself into a little hamster.

The fierce girl still had tears on her face, but her voice was extremely unfriendly.

"No table sharing!"

(End of this chapter)