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Chapter 697 The Scribe in Green Shirt
  After seeing the miserable condition of his companion, the man in the bamboo hat looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Haha... Ran Deng, you are panicking. It seems that the rumors are indeed true. You are called the deputy leader of Chanjiao, but you are actually a servant."

"It's no wonder that as a guest of Zixiao Palace, a person with great supernatural powers of the same generation as those saints, has turned to the primitive and lowered himself..."

"click"

In anger, Ran Deng clenched his right hand, and there was an overwhelming sound of bones breaking from the man in the bamboo hat.

Asked word for word:

"Are you deliberately irritating me? Are you seeking death?"

"I think this is the first time that I have been played by these three little ants in my countless thousands of years of existence."

"Don't worry, I will make sure that you cannot live or die!"

Feeling the bone-chilling pain in his body, the man in the hat clenched his teeth and growled:

"Is this the only way? It seems that you, a quasi-sage, are nothing more than this. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to me three times? I can accept you as my adopted son."

"In the future, you and I, father and son, will travel through the wilderness together?"

The black-faced man saw that Taoist Ran Deng's face was getting darker and darker, and there was a vague hint of a storm coming, and he was almost numb, so he quickly said:

"No, can you shut up, you lunatic? Stop seeking death."

"Senior Ran Deng, don't kill me, you can do whatever you want...wait, merit, yes, I can help you earn merit!"

"You are already a quasi-sage. You are only one step away from being a saint. I can help you earn enough merit to break through to the saint realm."

After the words fell, Taoist Ran Deng sarcastically said:
  "Merit? Are you three ants who only know how to use tricks to help me?"

Not even Yuanshi Tianzun dared to say this. How could Taoist Ran Deng believe these three ants?

Moreover, if merit is really so easy to obtain, then the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace in the past would all have become saints long ago.

You know, when Taozu gave the lecture, there were countless Daluo Jinxian who ran to Chaos to look for Zixiao Palace.

However, only three thousand people finally arrived at Zixiao Palace.

The white-faced man's expression changed and he growled:
  "Shut up, you are just being tortured. If you dare to tell those secrets, they will never allow you to live!"

The black-faced man retorted unceremoniously:

"Why should I keep secrets for those people? That seat is mine! Mine!!!"

"If it hadn't been for that opportunity, I wouldn't have fallen to this point. Why can they use the wilderness as a chess game, but I can only hide in the corner and linger on? I don't accept it!"

"What I can't get, they can't get either!"

The white-faced man shook his head and said:
  "Crazy, you are really crazy."

Seeing the seriousness of what these two people said, Taoist Ran Deng couldn't help but become a little interested. He walked up to the black-faced man and said:

"What opportunity did you just talk about? To tell the truth, I might torture you less."

From Ran Deng's point of view, unless these three ants were all extremely bold, they would have lost their minds and gone crazy.

After all, looking at the ancient times, who would dare to sneak attack on a quasi-sage? Moreover, he is also a guest of Zixiao Palace!

When the black-faced man heard this, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said mysteriously:
  "Randeng Taoist, that's the chance. In fact, we are not primitive creatures. We came from..."

Having said this, the black-faced man paused, his voice became much lower, and he looked around suspiciously, as if he was wary of someone.

Rendeng Taoist frowned, subconsciously took a few steps closer, and asked:

"What did you say? They are not primitive creatures? Then where did you come from?"

at this time.

Just listen to a hearty voice, sounding behind me:

"you guess!"

For a moment, Taoist Ran Deng secretly thought something was wrong and turned around hastily. A crack tens of meters long opened in the space, and a space-time boat burning with golden flames crashed into the Randen Taoist.

It actually crashed through the space and disappeared into the turbulent space with the latter.

The lost owner of the Vulture Palace Lantern and the Exquisite Pagoda swayed slightly for a moment before trying to escape.

A green-robed scribe stepped out, his figure flashing, and came to the Lingjiu Palace Lantern and Linglong Pagoda, where he sealed the two innate spiritual treasures.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out three elixirs to help the man in the bamboo hat and others recover from their injuries, and said with a smile:

"Three of you, your acting skills are good, you should be rewarded~"

The man in the bamboo hat collapsed on the ground, smiling bitterly:

"You are finally here. If you don't come, I'm afraid you won't be able to see us."

"There is an old saying that a hundred-footed insect is dead but not stiff. I didn't expect that this old thief Ran Deng has been fighting Sanxiao for half a month and he is still so powerful."

The black-faced man licked his face and approached the blue-shirted scribe and said:

"You guys can't keep these two innate spiritual treasures for yourself, why don't you lend them to me for a few years first?"

The green-robed scribe casually threw the exquisite pagoda to the black-faced man and said:

"You practice martial arts. For you, this Lingjiu palace lantern is just a light. This exquisite pagoda is more suitable."

"When you encounter enemies from now on, just hit them with the Linglong Pagoda."

After the black-faced man took the exquisite pagoda, he stuffed it into his pocket, smiled from ear to ear, and said:

"Hey, you're smart enough to think of this plan to take advantage of the situation."

"It's a pity that the nine golden immortals of Chanjiao cannot be killed. As the direct disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun, they have many magic weapons."

After that, the black-faced man waved his hand and returned home with a full harvest.

The white-faced man held up a space-time boat and said:
  "It's time to go back to seclusion. You can divide this Lingjiu palace lantern between yourselves. It's useless to me anyway."

After seeing the two people leaving, the scholar in blue threw the vulture palace lantern to the man in the bamboo hat and said:

"Emperor Gaozu, I'd better leave this to you for safekeeping."

"Snapped"

The big hand condensed by the divine power of incense slapped the flying vulture palace lantern, and the man in the bamboo hat said solemnly:

"Don't come to test my identity, unless you remove the art of transformation first and let me see who you really are."

next second.

The man in the bamboo hat turned and left.

The scholar in blue shirt picked up the Lingjiu palace lantern, wiped it with his sleeve, and said regretfully:
  "This is an innate spiritual treasure. It can be used to chop corpses. It's so rough that you won't be afraid of bumping into it."

"However, the hatred between Li Shimin and Li Shimin is as deep as the sea, and it's not Tang Gaozu Li Yuan. Who is that? Could it be Tang Xuanzong? Or Emperor Sui Yang?"

"Forget it, a space-time boat can be exchanged for two innate spiritual treasures, so it's worth it."

……

the other side.

After the man in the bamboo hat escaped tens of thousands of miles, he got into a deep mountain and old forest. After waiting for a long time, no one was chasing him.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and took off his hat, revealing a face that was no different from that of Sui Yang Emperor Yang Guang.

He sat on the floor and began to retreat to recover from his injuries. He had no nostalgia for the Vulture Palace Lantern.

What powerful magic weapon can the Ran Deng Taoist have, who has been reduced to being a servant? It's not as good as the three-in-one dragon.

After all, the latter's dragon scales, dragon bones, and dragon claws are all treasures of heaven and earth, opportunities that ordinary people can only dream of.

(End of this chapter)