I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Roar~~" Xiang Liu was in pain from being hit, and his nine heads screamed at the white-clothed monk at the same time.

The sound wave was like a tide, blasting the surface of the river, forcibly tearing the monk's white clothes, and at the same time playing a dizzy effect.

"Shh."

Taking advantage of the dizziness of the white-clothed monk, a terrifying snake head swooped down suddenly, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the man and the tower together.

After a while, the snake head turned 180 degrees, looked behind it, and spit out the pagoda that seemed to be burning with golden flames in the direction of Qin Yao.

As for the awe-inspiring monk in white, even his soul was melted into Xiangliu's stomach.

In this dangerous and dangerous world, those who have no strength and are nosy, basically end up like this...

Qin Yao reached out to catch the golden nine-story golden pagoda, looked down, and saw that the golden pagoda was hollow, and there were black cages built on the inner wall.

Looking down from the upper cage, there are more than a dozen imprisoned goblins in the bottommost cage. The lowest strength is also the earth master level, and the highest even has the appearance of seven or eight rank earth masters.

"What a town demon tower."

Qin Yao withdrew his gaze, feeling refreshed.

This is the strong gap brought about by the different levels of the world.

He doesn't know if the monk's background is big or not, and he doesn't know how the other party got this magic weapon, but what he knows is that if this magic weapon that seems to be obtained easily is thrown into the world of God of Samurai, it will be safe The artifact of Zhenliao, even if thrown into Uncle Jiu's world, is still a rare treasure.

From the low level to the high level, the inherent thinking has not changed, and there will be a feeling of 'gold everywhere'.

"Master, this pagoda is given to you. It will be more convenient for you to collect monsters in the future." With a thought, Qin Yao handed over the pagoda to Uncle Jiu.

Judging from the battle just now, this golden pagoda is not a very powerful treasure, so Uncle Jiu took it over without any hassle.

But when he put his consciousness into the body of the tower and saw the densely packed cages, he instantly realized that he was wrong.

The monk in white didn't achieve any success with this treasure. It wasn't a problem with the magic weapon. It was simply that the gap between Xiangliu and him was crushing, and he wasn't given a chance to perform at all.

"I can't have this golden pagoda." Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu suddenly raised his head and said with a serious face.

Qin Yao: "If you don't want the golden pagoda, do you want the magic banner captured from the man in black?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head again and again: "What do I want that magic banner for? What I mean is, this golden pagoda is too precious, I can't just accept it so casually."

Qin Yao laughed and said, "Are you trying to care about the pros and cons for me?"

Uncle Jiu said angrily: "What advantages and disadvantages do I care about with you? Don't give me sloppy eyes."

"Since when have I been sloppy?" Qin Yao called Qu and said, "You were the first to talk about the value."

Uncle Jiu paused slightly, raised his hand and threw the golden pagoda at Qin Yao: "I'm also confused, what are you arguing with here..."

Qin Yao caught the golden pagoda with one hand, and threw it back with his backhand: "How embarrassing would it be to take back what I gave away? You will keep this pagoda for me first, and return it to me when I need it in the future."

Fearing that this magic weapon would sink into the river, Jiu Shu quickly took it in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face: "Why are you so stubborn?"

He said that Qin Yao was stubborn, but in fact his heart was full of emotions.

Throughout history, he could not find a second such disciple.

There is such a disciple who wholeheartedly helps, what more can I ask for?

[Sincerely, filial piety is commendable. Ninth Uncle accepted the Linglong Pagoda you gave me. Congratulations, you have been rewarded with 800 filial piety points. 】

[Your current total balance of filial piety is: 2086 points. 】

"800?!"

A look of joy flashed across Qin Yao's eyes, and he was full of anticipation for the upcoming journey.

After all, this is just the beginning, and Di Mingqi's fairy tale has not yet been staged...

After a few hours.

The starry sky is reflected in the water, and the river wharf is faintly visible.

Xiang Liu couldn't help speeding up, and in the blink of an eye, he was crawling from the water to the wooden pier, making the wooden boards creak.

Fortunately, it was midnight, and the cold ferry was empty, otherwise it would have caused a riot if it washed ashore so swaggeringly.

"call……"

"boom."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew high in the sky, and a dark cloud blew from nowhere, with lightning and thunder in the cloud.

"It's going to rain." Di Mingqi tightened his military uniform and said, "Uncle Nine, Brother Qin, let's find a place to deal with it overnight."

Qin Yao looked around and saw a temple not far from the left side of the ferry, and a mountain peak on the right. In this deep night, they all gave people an extraordinary feeling.

"That temple and that mountain seem to be confronting each other." Uncle Jiu said.

Qin Yao silently opened his brows and raised his eyes, and looked again, only to see the temple shining with golden light, and the mountain peaks wafting with evil spirits, just like in today's great world, where good and evil are opposed, and the game will be played for life.

"Go to that mountain to have a look?" Shaoqing, he put away the divine eye spell and turned to look at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu licked his dry lips, nodded and said, "It's exactly what I want."

What's so good about the temple, unless it is a ruined temple in a barren mountain, the possibility of encountering a chance is too low.

After all, gods, like humans, have selfishness, and it is impossible to be a good fortune boy for no reason.

Relatively speaking, the evil mountain demon lair is much more valuable. Most evil gods and demon kings are not good things, just like walking Yinde bags, or even experience bags.

When the two of them reached an agreement, Di Mingqi had no right to raise objections. He could only follow behind the two of them, trotting all the way to the windy mountain, and stopped at a windy mountain. In front of the windy cave.

"Xiangliu!" Qin Yao raised his hand and said.

Xiang Liu transformed into a black three-pointed two-edged knife, which landed lightly in his palm.

"Qin Yao leads the battle, you follow him closely, and I will be the rear."

Uncle Jiu drew out a thousand-year-old mahogany sword from his backhand, and said to Di Mingqi.

Di Mingqi nodded, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Jiu."

In such a dangerous place, of course it is safest to stand between the two immortals.

"Hey."

The magic weapon in Qin Yao's hand drew an arc in the air, and he held it behind him with one hand: "Follow me, but don't get too close, otherwise the degree of danger is not low."

"I understand." Di Mingqi said quickly.

"Wow."

Before Qin Yao could reply, let alone for them to enter the cave, the thunderstorm that had been brewing for a long time finally fell and wet their shoulders in an instant.

"Into the hole."

Holding a long knife, Qin Yao strode into the cave, then walked through the long tunnel, and came to an underground palace with its door wide open.

The chilling yin qi that made the whole body blew out from this underground palace.

"Squeak, squeak."

A moment later, when Qin Yao stepped into the underground palace, the countless flying bats hanging upside down on the top of the underground palace suddenly turned into streaks of red light and swooped down.