What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 249 Mythical Telegram?
The sorcerer grinned, and the phantom in front of him kept swaying.

"This is not a place to talk!" Under his Taoist robe, there was a trace of a Lingbao.

It is his companion treasure: Beiming.

It is an infinite sea.

Bei Ming manifested, and immediately pulled the demon master and Guang Chengzi into it.

Guangchengzi felt his world spinning for a while.

It appeared in the ancient wild ocean.

Countless huge kun fish swim in it.

These terrifying ancient alien beasts have long since disappeared in the Three Realms, but unexpectedly there is a remnant family that has been living in the spirit treasure of the demon master.

"This treasure has always been connected with Guixu!" The voice of the demon master appeared in his ears: "So if you speak here, you will not alarm the saints!"

Guang Chengzi raised his head and looked at the sorcerer: "Brother Dao, did the sages hear you and I talking just now?"

"Of course not!" The demon master slowly shook his head: "Poverty daoist in the three worlds, there are some ways to cover it up!"

"Even a sage, if he hadn't prepared in advance, it would be impossible to detect the meeting and dialogue between Pindao and fellow Taoists!"

"However, be careful!" The sorcerer smiled lightly, "What do you think, fellow daoist?"

Guangchengzi was shocked suddenly.

He understood what the sorcerer meant.

If he didn't respond properly just now, then all the sages would know that he, Guang Chengzi, had met the demon master Kunpeng.

At that time, even if Guang Chengzi had ten mouths, he couldn't explain why the demon master wanted to see him!
Sure enough, it is indeed the first judgment of Hongmeng, an ancient giant that already existed.

The calculation is so ruthless that Guang Chengzi sighs to himself!

However, now he has no choice.

He didn't even dare to have a heart of jealousy.

Jishou had no choice but to pay homage: "Brother Daoist, please teach me how to escape the calamity..."

The demon master had no expression on his face, and gently stretched out his hand, countless streams of water surrounded him.

A few huge kun fishes swam intimately beside him.

Seeing Guang Chengzi, he didn't know that the demon master Kunpeng would not easily help him, let alone tell him how to escape the doom.

There is no other way, Guang Chengzi can only pay homage to the head again: "Guang Chengzi respectfully asks Daoist brother to give me some advice!"

The sorcerer remained silent.

Guang Chengzi was helpless.

Now that he has entered Beiming, he knows his situation.

His bottom line has been broken again and again by him.

He took a deep breath, and could only shake his head again: "Brother Dao is merciful, please give me some advice!"

The demon master Kunpeng finally spoke: "The poor are not friends!"

"As long as fellow daoists are willing to help the poor, find Lu Ya..."

"After the matter is completed, Pindao will tell the fellow Taoists how to escape from the robbery..."

Guang Chengzi swallowed.

Who would dare to believe the words of the demon master Kunpeng?

Faced with such a person who repeated three times, slapped his ass from the catastrophe, left his allies and comrades and ran away.

There is no difference between trusting him and courting death.

In the Lich catastrophe in the past, the five demon gods of Yaozu 360 fought almost to the last moment.

The blood of countless demon gods that already existed in the first judgment of Hongmeng spilled into the sky.

The survivors after the war were all broken bodies and their spiritual treasures were destroyed.

But before the war, the demon master Kunpeng had disappeared without a trace.

He broke his oath, and betrayed the entire Yaozu!
As a result, Zhou Tian's star formation failed to exert its full power at the beginning!

The demon master Kunpeng certainly knows his image in the Three Realms.

He also understood Guang Chengzi's worries.

But he doesn't care!
He just quietly looked at Guang Chengzi in front of him, like looking at a prey that had already entered the urn.

He knew and knew that Guang Chengzi would succumb.

Because, except for him, no one can ask Guang Chengzi!

Guang Chengzi has nowhere to go!
Therefore, Kunpeng's patience is very good!
Thus he watched his prey.

Even enjoying the struggle and entanglement of the prey.

Since he was doomed and entangled in karmic obstacles—Guang Chengzi must make the worst choice!

……

Xu Ji slowly pinched the thing in his hand.

There was a smile on his face.

"It finally succeeded!" He finally refined a magic weapon that belonged to him!
Although this thing looks ugly.

At this moment, what he was holding in his hand had no sense of beauty at all.

It looks crooked, somewhat similar to the TV antenna used to receive signals that Xu Ji had seen when he was a child, and also somewhat like a telecommunications signal tower.

Three non-black tubes, forming an array, hang from the top of the thing, and below it is a triangular tower-like structure.

It's just crooked, without any aesthetic feeling at all.

no way!
For the first time refining treasures, I was not proficient enough, and I did not refine well in some places.

But it finally works!

On the surface of this magic weapon, many small numbers are engraved.

This is the result of Xu Ji leaving some mathematical supernatural powers on it after borrowing from the "array recording technique" passed down by the old gods.

Now, the only question remains: what can it do?
Xu Ji blinked his eyes, and lightly input an insignificant mana.

The magic weapon in his hand immediately lit up, and then he felt a ripple that was so weak that it was almost undetectable, oscillating back and forth in the Crystal Palace.

It's not that he has the perception of Taoist ancestors, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to find this ripple.

"That's it?" Xu Ji shook his head.

The distance of this thing is too close, right?
The Crystal Palace is only a thousand times flat!
What is this enough for?

Xu Ji scratched his head, and looked at the ugly magic weapon in his hand that he dared not let it see.

This treasure has the shadow of the art of refining treasures passed down by the old gods.

It also contains some private goods as a scumbag majoring in network engineering.

He changed the purpose of the magic weapon made by the old fairy.

Qinghe Manifestation, a magic weapon refined by the old gods, is a magic weapon that can engrave names on it and collect the breath of true spirits, so as to resonate with people in a certain way.

Similar to the "Soul Lamp" and "True Roster" in the novels he has read.

However, it is much stronger than the soul lamp.

A treasure that the old god made casually has the ability to make directional contact with the person above it.

At the very least, some communication based on spirit and soul can also be carried out.

And Xu Ji recorded it with mathematical supernatural powers, and adopted some refining techniques of array flags.

So, this thing became like this.

It seems that the name can no longer be recorded, and the breath of others can be recorded.

Instead, it can release a ripple that is so weak that it is almost non-existent.

But what are these ripples for?

Xu Ji thought about it carefully, and injected a little bit of mana again to activate this thing.

The ripples are finally a little clearer.

And Xu Ji also understood, what is the ripple echoing?

1、2、3、4、5、6、7……

There are also some graphics and symbols mixed in.

hiss!
Xu Ji took a deep breath, with surprise in his eyes.

"I seem to have created the prototype of a mythical version of the telegram?"

"wrong……"

"It should be Fabao!"

Naturally, what is activated by the mana is the Dharma reward!
The only problem is, the transmission distance of this thing is too short, right?

Moreover, it doesn't look very clever.

There is no receiving device!
Moreover, without a password book, even if it is made out, it may not be very useful.

Is it possible to share some music theory knowledge like 167 and 456 with others, and learn from each other?

(End of this chapter)