Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 416
Perak Hall Luo Rulie didn't have the Earth Spirit Pearl, so his eyes could only be fixed on the ancient vine forest of Anning Village.

However, the fat old man's book fairy is not omniscient and omnipotent, he is just knowledgeable and well-read in various classics. How could he know about a small village with an unknown reputation?

Because of this, Meng Fan could only ask Yun Chuiye, the provincial governor, for help. As long as he was willing to spend time, he would definitely gain something.

Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary complications, the correct solution is to gather all the Five Spiritual Beads as soon as possible and secure the bag, and to pursue multiple lines in parallel. Perhaps more clues can be found in the ghost world.

Frankly speaking, Meng Fan had high hopes for this.

Time is fleeting.

Another three days passed.

At night, the moonlight shines into the house and shines on the bluestone floor in front of the bed, while Meng Fan sits cross-legged and meditates, with the Thunder Spirit Bead suspended in mid-air in front of him.

At this moment, the divine object has restrained itself and no longer releases violent spiritual power outwards. Only the lavender light remains like sparkling waves.

"Containing the Dao of Thunder, it is indeed a fetish, but unfortunately it takes a lot of time to comprehend."

Withdrawing the vast spiritual thoughts from it, Meng Fan shook his head. It was not that he was dissatisfied with the Thunder Spirit Bead, but his expectations were too high. Compared with obtaining a single magical weapon, he hoped to obtain a profound method.

"The combination of the five spirit beads should bring about great fortune. This is something closely connected with the Three Emperors."

According to the fairy in the book, Fuxi, Shennong, and Nuwa once joined forces to gather the power of the five spirits between heaven and earth to bind heaven and earth. However, the earth tended to collapse due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, and they had no choice but to return the five spirit beads to the earth's veins. Let it maintain the shape of the earth.

To this day, the great work has been accomplished, but no one has taken action to recover the Five Spiritual Pearls...

Another realm.

Chonglou broke another mirror that could project himself. With his mood waning, he began to practice with his eyes closed. Instantly, a huge amount of demonic energy filled the air, and the whole palace became more and more terrifying. The aura it exuded was far from what it once was when it came to the human world. time.

"Master Demon Lord is practicing?"

"Ah."

A hundred years of loneliness, one thought turns into a devil.

The white-haired demon messenger Xifeng briefly chatted with another demon messenger who came in a hurry. Just as he was about to wait patiently, he heard a voice coming from the palace:

"come in."

Chonglou seemed to have not finished practicing yet, but in fact he had no intention of doing it and just kept forcing himself to continue.

"Demon Lord, my subordinates have heard about that person."

The demon envoy knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice: "This person should be related to the ghost world. Not long ago, he rushed into the Shushan Demon Locking Tower. He first killed the Demon Emperor and then imprisoned his soul..."

Before he finished speaking, Chonglou suddenly opened his eyes, with monstrous demonic flames burning in them.

This move frightened the devil so much that he trembled and thought frantically about what he said was wrong.

"continue."

"Yes Yes……"

"Shushan is looking for him in the human world."

The magic envoy said something, paused, considered it carefully, and kept observing Chonglou's expression. Seeing that he did not stop him, and only had a look of ridicule towards Shushan on his face, he added:

"According to legend, it has something to do with the loss of the Zhaodan Divine Sword."

"Zhao Dan lost it? He's a member of the ghost world. What does he want with the Divine Sword?" Chonglou frowned.

Hearing this, the demon trembled and said:

"I don't know, but I can be sure that this person has had in-depth contact with the pawn shop clerk you are concerned about."

"Come with me!"

After the words fell, the heavy building turned into a red glow and flew out of the demon hall, leaving only the sound echoing in the empty hall.

Almost at the same time, Xi Feng, who had never spoken, disappeared together.

As an unknown person in the God Realm said, Demon Zunzhenglou cares most about Jingtian, no, it should be Feipeng, and anything about him will be taken seriously.

Not only because of the unfinished battle, but also because of obsession.

In Chonglou's eyes, only by getting an answer to who is stronger and who is weaker and bringing that old incident to an end can he break through the bottleneck and become stronger.Therefore, he wanted to get an answer from Meng Fan: Why take Zhaodan?
If Fei Peng's strength decreases during the battle due to the lack of a sword, then he will be unable to win, and his obsession will still not be eradicated!
Yuzhou City.

Yongan Dang.

The proud Jingtian was gently stroking an ancient purple sword, his eyes revealing shrewdness.

"Exquisite workmanship and a long history. According to my research, it should be a thing of the ancient Jiang country."

"Boss, eat fruit."

At this time, a simple and honest fat man handed over an apple, and said curiously: "This sword looks so fierce. I touched it the day before yesterday, and I had a nightmare at night."

"Soldiers are evil weapons."

Jingtian chewed words, but unfortunately he could not conceal the temperament of a street gangster. He did not ask Mao Mao what he dreamed about. While chewing an apple, he stroked the sword and stared at the open ancient book and said:
"According to legend, there was a war between Jiang and Yang. In order to save the country from danger, Prince Longyang forged a magic sword, but before the sword could be made, the country was destroyed first, and he died in the war."

"At the same time, Princess Jiang and Long Yang's sister jumped into the sword-making furnace and committed suicide. The magic sword was made from the blood of a virgin..."

Listening to the introduction, Maomao suddenly realized.

"No wonder I had that dream."

After saying that, he looked at the magic sword with vigilance. In the hands of others, this thing was as heavy as a mountain, but in the hands of his own boss, it was as light as a feather.

The night before yesterday, he touched it out of curiosity, and that night he had a series of horrific nightmares——

In front of a city, two armies were fighting. As flags were waved, blood flowed. Then the scenery changed again. There was a tall sword furnace in the magnificent palace, and a beautiful woman in a blue fairy dress with wide sleeves jumped down. , the flames rise...

Immediately afterwards, in a dark space, there was a pool of blood boiling, with demons dancing around and hordes of monsters.

"Boss, be careful. This thing is very scary. How about we invite a Taoist priest in white to take a look?"

White clothes?

Daoist?

White tofu Xu Changqing!

As soon as he thought of this guy in his mind, Jing Tian shook his head, threw the apple core behind him, and said impatiently: "It's too troublesome."

In addition to Xu Changqing, he suddenly remembered the red-haired weirdo, the guy who sold swords for a penny, and...

His thoughts turned quickly, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Jingtian subconsciously raised his head and saw Maomao stunned on the spot, and beside him stood a dark red figure, extremely tall.

"Red hair...no, God of Wealth!"

Chonglou looked at Jingtian, who was piled with books in front of him. In addition to the magic sword, he also placed an abacus beside him. He said with a cold face: "Call me Chonglou."

"Yes, yes, I remember you, Mr. Chonglou, you are my best friend of Sedum!"

friend?

Chonglou was silent for a moment and said coldly again:
"I don't need friends."

"What's going on with that Meng Fan?"

Another familiar name, I was chanting it together just now...

Jingtian felt confused and asked:

"Uncle Chonglou, do you know him? He is also a good brother of mine. He was so generous. He gave away an antique for free and gave each person dozens of taels casually."

From Jingtian's perspective, he had encountered two prodigal sons since he started working. They were stupid and stupid, and they actually appeared on the same day in a row.

lucky day!
It would be even better if the big red-haired idiot in front of him didn't use martial arts and didn't say anything.

"Bring the things here, what did you guys talk about?"

Room corner.

Maomao didn't know why, but he always felt that the red-haired weirdo looked like Aunt Wang, the vegetable seller next door. Her husband was caught stealing a woman last year, and her tone was similar to this.

(End of this chapter)