The most powerful god in the history of infinity

Chapter 244 Ning Caichen (seeking recommendation ticket)

However, after working in the chaos for an unknown amount of time, Lin Nuo put down the work in his hands a little tiredly, stretched himself, and put the cube in his hand into his body.

"This workload is really heavy. It seems that it is not a matter of overnight to completely perfect it. It has been so long. I don't know how Chennan Menghao and others are doing now?"

With a wave of his hand, a smooth mirror appeared in the gray chaos, making the picture very abrupt and weird.

With the appearance of the mirror, the situation of Meng Hao and others also appeared.

At this time, Meng Hao had already split into a clone with his own Nirvana Fruit, and was going to use this clone to condense his Heaven-Sealing Taboo.

As for Chen Nan, Meng Ke'er, Chu Yu and others, they are still in retreat, constantly accumulating themselves, laying the foundation for stepping into the heaven-defying realm in the future.

And Zijin Shenlong and Dragon Baby, together with Renjian, are constantly exploring ruins and civilizations in the vast starry sky. As long as they find the whirlpool world, these three guys will go in and search for it. He will kill a lot to sharpen his swordsmanship.The cultivation base of several people has improved compared to before. It seems that a lot of resources have been searched along the way.

"It seems that these little guys are doing well recently, let me see how Chu Xuan's reincarnation is going?" Lin Nuo murmured curiously.

As his voice fell, the image in the mirror turned, and on the street of a small county town, a middle-aged man selling calligraphy and painting on the street corner was tidying up his stall helplessly.

"Hey, today is another calligraphy and painting that has not been sold. When will this troubled world end!" The stall owner sighed helplessly.

"Boss, how do you sell this painting?" At some time, a handsome young man walked by the booth with a tall bookcase on his back. The Lord couldn't help but praise Mr. Zhuo Shijia!
I saw this young man with the appearance of a scholar, pointing at a portrait of a beautiful woman washing her hair hanging on the booth at the moment. The painting shows a woman who is delicate and beautiful, charming and charming, very lovable.

"Ten taels of silver!" The stall owner's eyes lit up, and then he said expressionlessly.

"This is too expensive, can the boss make it cheaper?" The young scholar asked a little embarrassed.

"For the sake of your sincerity, son, how about this, one price, five taels of silver?" The boss's eyes flashed, and then he smiled.

"This." The young scholar touched the purse at his waist in embarrassment, "The late student really has no money, what's going on?"

I saw that in Xiucai's hand, at some point, he took out a piece of silver ingot from his purse, no more, no less, exactly five taels. This situation made Xiucai's eyes widen.

"Haha, young master, you are just being modest. Isn't it just five taels of you? Come on, take this painting and don't damage it." The stall owner took down the scroll at a very fast speed with a smile on his face, and rolled it up Finally, it was placed in the hands of a young scholar.

The young scholar handed over the silver in his hand with a blank expression, and then, amidst the flattering voice of the boss, he walked towards the distance with the scroll in his hands.

"This picture looks familiar, where did I see it? Well, it's been too long, I can't remember it for a while." Lin Nuo sat in the chaos, and at some point there was an extra cup of tea in his hand, and he was looking very happy Drinking tea and watching the play.

At this time, after the young scholar turned around and left, a group of people with weapons came out from the darkness: "Brother, this kid looks poor, but he has a lot of money, so why not us?"

"Don't worry, follow up first, and then we'll see what's going on!" The leader touched his chin and said with a smile.

At this moment, the sky changed suddenly and the rain fell suddenly. The passers-by on the street were in a hurry to find shelter from the rain, but the leader who spoke just now opened his mouth and pointed at the distance, speechless for a while.

His subordinates looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that the young scholar who hadn't left the town didn't find a place to hide from the rain, but walked forward as before, in a state of disbelief. However, the torrential rain automatically parted beside him, unable to touch his body at all. From a distance, it looked like an air shield in water.

"Monster, monster!" A group of people roared in horror, and then scattered like birds and beasts.

"Monsters, where are the monsters?" The young scholar looked around suspiciously when he heard the shouts around him as if he had just woken up.

"Ah, it's raining!" When he looked up, he realized that it was already raining heavily, and the young scholar hurriedly ran towards the dilapidated gazebo in the distance, preparing to take shelter from the rain for a while before rushing on his way.

However, after running for a few steps, Xiucai suddenly noticed that the rain around him had stopped, and even the sun showed half of his smiling face, as if laughing at his stupidity.

"Hey, what a terrible weather, let's start and stop as soon as you say, there is really no sign at all!" The young scholar tidied up his messy clothes, and then walked out of the county slowly with a bookcase on his back.

He didn't know that in the county town at this time, there were countless crowds standing in the rain, watching his figure gradually disappearing at the gate of the city, and the owner of the painting was trembling all over: "We are here It's raining here, but he's sunny, and he can even change the weather, this is definitely a big monster!"

"I heard from the waiter at the inn that there is a Lanruo Temple on the mountainside not far from the county seat. I'll spend the night there first tonight." The young scholar muttered to himself as he walked out of the city.

At this time, in the unknown chaotic space, the tea in Lin Nuo's mouth almost spewed out, "I said, why is it so familiar, isn't this Ning Caichen from A Chinese Ghost Story, Chu Xuan, who has just entered reincarnation Reincarnated, it’s really interesting to play a part of the relationship between humans and ghosts!”

At this time, Ning Caichen was eating a piece of dry steamed bun and walking towards the distant mountain peak, "Well, hurry up, it's getting late, if it gets dark, Lan Ruo Temple, I'm afraid we will encounter wild beasts!"

While Ning Caichen was rushing on his way, there was the sound of fighting not far away. Several people from the rivers and lakes were galloping towards this side. The stagnant water they stepped on was splashing, and they came at an extremely fast speed. Behind them, a person held The sword came chasing after him, and the speed of running was even more astonishing.

This man seemed to be a swordsman, running like a tiger, after he caught up with the few people in front, he chopped off the head of the person in front with one sword, and then one by one, in the blink of an eye, only one was left alive.

"Master, please forgive me, I'll return the money to you!" The last surviving Jiang Hu collapsed after several companions died one after another. He threw away his weapon and knelt in the muddy water, holding a sheepskin purse on his head. , loudly begging for mercy.

"My uncle dares to steal the money, I really want to die!" The chasing swordsman had no intention of showing mercy, and after snatching the money bag, he killed the quack who was kneeling in the mud with a single blow of his sword.

This massacre happened right in front of Ning Caichen's eyes, his face turned pale and his lips trembled in fright.

"Brother, I'm just a poor scholar. I have no grievances with you, so don't kill me!" Looking at the swordsman walking towards him step by step, Ning Caichen's legs trembled in fright.

"Who is going to kill you, sir, I am hungry, give me a few bites of the steamed bun in your hand!"

The swordsman carelessly reached out to grab the steamed bun in Ning Caichen's hand, but just as his arm touched Ning Caichen, a golden light flashed, and the swordsman's body flew ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother, don't be like this. Just now you killed several people alive and well, and now you fall down and fall down. What are you doing? Pengci? Brother, do you think I look like a rich person? ?" Ning Caichen said with an aggrieved face, in order to increase his convincing, he even turned his pockets inside out.

(End of this chapter)