Supreme Celestial Devil

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"Give you!"

Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian were blackmailed, and each handed over a thousand pieces of real-estate Xuanshi to the Tangan monk in exchange for a Buddhist scripture.

For Hua Qinglian, a thousand pieces of ground stone are not too many. However, it is difficult to swallow this breath, and the resentment against Tan Gan's kindness is deep.

Ning Xiaochuan was originally a poor man. The thousand pieces of real-estate basalt were still obtained from the Qiankun ring of the sacred fish tribe. Before he had covered the heat, he fell into the pockets of Tangan monks. Deeper!

"Amitabha! Goodness! Goodness!"

Tangan's eyes all smiled into a seam, and he immediately put away two bags of ground-quality basalt stones, for fear of being snatched back again by Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian.

The three unfolded the Buddhist scriptures, wrapped them around, and flew towards the residual tower.

When they entered the cold stratum, the Buddhist scriptures on them actually emitted a dazzling Buddhist light. Golden Sanskrit rushed out of the scriptures and turned into a golden net of Buddhist texts, wrapping them in the center to isolate the cold.

"Oh!"

They burst through two layers of cold current and reached below the residual tower.

When I stood under the residual tower, I really felt the huge breath of the residual tower, it was like an ancient **** standing in front of him, exuding the vicissitudes of the ancient simplicity.

If it is an ordinary monk, standing under the residual tower, will certainly be unable to bear kneeling and worship.

Below the residual tower, I don't know what weapon was used to cut it off. The gap is uneven, all yellow rust.

The pattern of the lines originally engraved on the tower was rusty and blurred, making it difficult to identify.

"Wow!"

The Buddhist scriptures wrapped around Ning Xiaochuan suddenly shattered into pieces of waste paper and floated in the air.

The Buddhist scriptures on the monks of Tangan and Hua Qinglian were also torn apart, and the fine air flow was lost, turning into pieces of broken paper.

"The Buddhist scriptures of the monk Tangan really can only be used once." Ning Xiaochuan said secretly.

Hua Qinglian walked towards the residual tower, stretched out a slender white hand, and wiped away a layer of rust. Under the rust, there was a trace of dark blue light lines, such as a **** mirror, one ancient one. The text floated on it.

The monk Tangan was trembling with excitement, his eyes were shining, his lips were drooling, he walked towards Canta, took out a diamond pestle and beat on it, and explored the broken Supreme in his way. Device.

what!

Ning Xiaochuan picked up a piece of waste iron as long as a walnut, which was more than ten meters away from the residual tower, which was very irregular in shape and covered with rust.

However, such a small piece of scrap iron was extremely heavy, like a mountain, and Ning Xiaochuan wrapped his arms with vitality before picking up this piece of scrap iron.

He wiped away the rust, and immediately revealed the teal treasure, and countless small ancient texts floated on the surface of the iron block.

From a distance, it looks like a little star pinched in Ning Xiaochuan's hands.

"This is a piece that fell from the Supreme King's weapon. Unfortunately, it took too long to fall, and the spirit was almost lost."

"Otherwise, even if it is just a piece of imperial iron dropped on the Supreme Imperial Tool, the destructive force exerted is definitely more powerful than the ordinary Substandard Supreme Tool." Tiandi Blade said with regret.

The spirit of this piece of imperial iron was almost lost, and it seemed bright and dazzling, but there was only one empty shell left, no difference from scrap iron.

Of course, Ning Xiaochuan was very sorry that he was about to throw this scrap iron away. However, after looking at the monk Tangan, a strange smile appeared in his eyes.

"Oh! This ... this is ... a piece of imperial iron falling from the supreme imperial weapon, making a lot of money! Making a lot of money!" Ning Xiaochuan was trembling with excitement, holding the scrap iron in his hands.

Sure enough, after seeing the dazzling residual iron in Ning Xiaochuan's hands, the monk Tangan immediately ran over, eyes widened, Tim added his lips, and said, "Ning Shi, fell down on the imperial imperial weapon. Do n’t draw a conclusion too soon before your imperial iron. The poor monk has the most research on the Supreme Royal Tool, and let the poor monk help you identify it! "

Ning Xiaochuan glared at the monk Tangan and exposed a small piece of the imperial iron, saying: "It is exactly the same as the atmosphere of the iron tower, and there are ancient texts flowing on the surface, and the light is dazzling. It is definitely falling from the Supreme Royal. King Iron. It's a big profit! I don't know if I can buy a hundred pieces of Xuanshi after selling it! "

Hundreds of ground stones!

The monk Tangan was delighted and thought: "Ning Xiaochuan is still too young, after all, he doesn't understand the value of the supreme imperial weapon, even if it is only a piece of imperial iron, the value is definitely more than 10,000 pieces of genius."

The monk Tangan didn't show his expression, his face was sore, and he sighed, "It's just a small piece of imperial iron. It's definitely less than a hundred pieces of real-estate Xuanshi."

He pointed to the iron tower in front of him and said, "Ning Shi, how tall and huge this tower is. If you can sell a hundred pieces of gemstones with such a small piece of residual iron, then sell this tower. If you go out, can you buy a few human civilizations? "

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and said, "The master seems to make some sense."

"It makes more sense than it makes sense."

The monk Tangan groaned for a moment and said, "However, the poor monk has recently planned to forge a treasure, which is exactly a piece of imperial iron. If the Ning Shi is willing to give this imperial iron to the poor monk, the poor monk is willing to give out ... thirty Buy a piece of imperial iron, and buy this imperial iron. "

"Thirty pieces of Xuanshi?" Ning Xiaochuan said directly: "It's too cheap to sell. Besides, I don't lack Xuanshi."

"Wait a minute!"

The monk Tangan folded his hands and said, "Amitabha! Ning Shi is a great spiritual master. Naturally, there is no shortage of black stones. Then there is nothing missing from Ning Shi. The poor monk can exchange with you."

"Really?" Ning Xiaochuan said.

"Absolutely." Monk Tangan said solemnly.

"I don't know what you have. Take a look at it?" Ning Xiaochuan naturally wanted the "land crystal" in the hands of the monk.

However, the monk Tangan is too shrewd. If he directly pointed out that he wanted to "land crystal", the monk Tangan would definitely be alert.

Therefore, Ning Xiaochuan intends to let the monk Tangan himself take out the "land crystal".

The monk Tangan immediately took out a large number of utensils from the monk's robes, including diamond pestle, wooden fish, incense burner, iron bell, and bowl bowl. There were more than thirty pieces, but these utensils were all torn and ragged. There is no spirituality, maybe it was something he stole from a Buddhist temple.

Ning Xiaochuan frowned, knocked the pile of utensils on the ground, shook his head, and said, "Since the master is so insincere, this sale is still not to be done."

"Wait a minute! Yes! There are treasures! Real treasures!"

The monk Tangan gritted his teeth as if he had been sucked blood and took out a dark yellow bead.

Ning Xiaochuan took out the dazzling piece of imperial iron in his hand and exposed it, and looked at the bead in the hands of the monk Tangan again, shook his head again, and said: "The 'early pearl' is indeed a treasure, but, with Huang Tie is still far worse than that. If the master has no other treasures, forget it! The younger generation will not change! "

Speaking of Ning Xiaochuan, he put that piece of imperial iron into the Qiankun bracelet.

"And slow!"

The monk Tangan seemed to have made an extremely important decision. He closed his eyes and took out the piece of crystal. He said, "Ning Shi, this time, you are making a lot of money. Speaking of which, the value of King Iron is even The crystals are inferior to each other. But, who is the destiny? Who is the poor monk who has always taken care of the younger generation? The poor monk gave you this crystal today and it is considered a good destiny. "

Although the value of the crystal is very high, but it is far less than a real imperial iron.

He wanted to trade the crystal for the imperial iron in Ning Xiaochuan's hands, and he wanted Ning Xiaochuan to owe him a favor.

Ning Xiaochuan naturally calculated.

"The master is really compassionate and admired by the younger generation." Ning Xiaochuan took the crystal from the hands of the monk Tangan, and then held the imperial iron in his hands and gave it to the monk Tangan.

After taking over the crystal, Ning Xiaochuan immediately put the crystal into the Qiankun bracelet, and would not give the Tangan monk the opportunity to go back.

Hua Qinglian shook her head gently and said, "Ning brother, you've lost a lot of money! The value of a piece of imperial iron is more than that of a family's sublime device. Thirty pieces of land crystal are exchanged for an imperial iron, which is almost the same."

Ning Xiaochuan blinked at Hua Qinglian and smiled, "If it was the real Emperor Iron, would I give it to someone else?"

Hua Qinglian thoughtfully, with a weird smile on her face.

After a long while, the monk Tangan rushed to Ning Xiaochuan, his face was blue and white, holding the imperial iron in his hand, panting, "Ning donor, the poor monk suddenly found that the vessel to be forged, no Need imperial iron. This imperial iron is of extraordinary value. It is comparable to a sublime supreme device. It is a trampled gem in the hands of a poor monk. Can it be exchanged? "

The monk Tangan just checked the imperial iron and found that the fine air flow in the imperial iron had almost run out and almost turned into a piece of scrap iron.

So he immediately came to Ning Xiaochuan.

"Master, did you deliberately lie to the juniors? This piece of imperial iron is worth as much as a sublime device? Didn't you just say that it is less than a hundred pieces of real-estate black stone?" Ning Xiaochuan said.

The monk Tangan shook his head vigorously and said, "A monk does not slang. A piece of imperial iron, the power that erupts, is definitely more powerful than the ordinary sublime supreme device. The value of the imperial iron is naturally more expensive than the general sublime supreme device. No one can buy a piece of imperial iron for thirty pieces of land crystals, let's change it back. The poor monks don't like to take advantage of others, and the Buddha will blame him. "

"No change!" Ning Xiaochuan said.

The crystal that has already been handed, how can it be spit out?

The monk Tangan also knew that he had been deceived. It was really "a long time to be a goose, but now he was pecked by geese", and he regretted it.

Suddenly, a loud bang.

"Boom!"

In the distance, a huge golden claw print came over, shaking in the void, and the two layers of cold mist surrounding the residual tower were sunken.

"Ning Xiaochuan, today King Wang wants you to die without a burial place!" The Holy Fish King's voice followed the golden demon claws from outside the sky.

Golden paw prints hit Ning Xiaochuan.