Chapter 44 Chapter 44 First update (two updates combined into one)...
The pattern of that red thread looks very familiar. Isn't it the red ginseng thread in the victory coffin?
The appearance of this thing reminded Lin Xinghuo of the ginseng-like symbol carved on the wall of Hengliang Mountain.
The shadow of a yellow-skinned creature rushed left and right in the white jade basin, trying to break free from the string. As it struggled, a five-clawed golden dragon carved on the surface of the jade basin moved slower and slower, with its scales falling off and its horns breaking.
"Hiss!" The golden dragon circled and roared. The sound was not much louder than a cricket, but more like a snake spitting out its tongue.
Under the sunlight, the pale golden glow on the little dragon's body seemed to be swallowed up, becoming increasingly dim. The caracal, as if sensing something, waved its furry claws and summoned a thundercloud, blocking the sunlight from the jade basin. Only then did the little dragon's rapid pace slow slightly.
"Dragon energy? Or is it the energy of a dead dragon that should have dissipated long ago?" The caracal taunted the yellow-skinned creature in the white jade basin, "Are you being tied up here with something so shameful you can show off your treasure to others?"
Huang Jianxi, whose fur was only the size of a child's fist, was tattered. He looked at the monstrous caracal with fear and venom, and said bitterly, "If Jin Kun hadn't tricked me, how could you have caught up with me? I'll just have to wait for my rebirth from the ashes..."
"Reborn from the ashes?" Lin Xinghuo lowered his eyes, grabbed the caracal's long and thick tail, and waved it towards Huang Jianxi. Huang Jianxi's figure, which had just solidified a little, was swayed left and right by the wind brought by the caracal's tail, as pitiful as a small flame in the wind.
The yellow-skinned man, who looked fierce but was actually weak, was so angry that he was screaming and shaking. Several red ginseng threads broke. Lin Xinghuo paused the evil-breaking talisman on his fingertips, and turned his slender fingers. In a moment, he changed it to a house-guarding talisman. The yellow talisman flew up, and when it touched the jade basin, the cinnabar cloud talisman on it suddenly lit up. The yellow-skinned man's shadow condensed for a moment. The house-guarding talisman actually had a blessing effect on the jade basin.
However, the red line and the floating dragon shadow seemed to be suppressed and became much weaker.
After exchanging a glance with the caracal, Lin Xinghuo pointed out the evil-breaking talisman with his fingertips, and the jade basin immediately vibrated. However, the impact on the yellow-skinned creature was much smaller than that on the dragon and the ginseng line.
As expected, the white jade basin must be Huang Xian's hidden backup. Judging from its aura, it must be a rare treasure, which is why it can protect Huang Pizi's soul. And the ginseng thread and the little dragon are indeed restraints set by others to prevent Huang Pizi from escaping with the white jade basin.
Huang Jianxi, who had experienced Lin Xinghuo's sudden knife attack, which did not give the immortal any chance to struggle, begged for mercy in a hurry: "Mercy! Spare my half-broken soul and let me reincarnate!" With a jade basin as the pivot and incense ashes as the soil, the immortals also pay attention to a grand funeral.
Lin Xinghuo tapped the jade basin lightly with his fingertips wrapped in talisman paper. The sound was clear and pleasant: "Benefits?"
The yellow-skinned man glanced at the bulging red storage bag hanging from her waist and cursed her shameless heart. She hadn't even spared those tattered brocades. She had taken all the treasures he had accumulated throughout his life, and now he still wanted benefits? What benefits could he offer in exchange?
Lin Xinghuo nodded at the white jade basin again, emphasizing almost explicitly, "Benefits!" The mao sage placed a furry paw on her knee and squinted at Huang Jianxi, "Why don't you use it to exchange for a chance at reincarnation? Why do you want to give it to that babe who treats you like a guard dog, Jin Kun?"
"Jin Kun!" The yellow-skinned man called out this name with gritted teeth.
The caracal's furry paws twitched, and he said in a mocking tone, "I remember now. You used to be a worshiper in the Jin family. So? Is this the rule for worshipping the family spirit in their family?"
The yellow-skinned man said angrily: "What do you know! The Jin family is a group of Qi-refining masters who cultivate dragon energy. I was wrong about it!" He had mistaken this family for ordinary wealthy people. No wonder the old man who died in the Jin family was able to kill Xuanhu.
The so-called Qi Refiners who cultivate Dragon Qi are actually an alternative path of cultivation for cultivators who have exhausted their spiritual energy. These cultivators attempt to cultivate with the help of Dynasty Dragon Qi, and surprisingly achieve breakthroughs to their innate state, still able to use magical powers and techniques, and prolong their lives. Their techniques are derived from ancient spiritual cultivation, but are mixed with demonic techniques. To compensate for their lack of cultivation and increase their power, they also incorporate countless fragments of evil techniques.
The greatest flaw of these cultivators is their deep entanglement with the dynasty's fortunes, often limiting them—when the dynasty prospers, their cultivation progresses smoothly, while when it declines, their progress stagnates. But how long can a feudal dynasty flourish? Consequently, these cultivators are often confined to the Qi Refining stage throughout their lives, unable to establish a foundation, and gradually became known as "Qi Refiners."
Therefore, the characteristics of Dragon Qi Refiners are that their realm is closed, their methods are strange, their techniques are bizarre, and their power is incomparable to that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.
The caracal took a closer look at the little dragon. It was indeed lifeless and had almost no dragon power. However, the red thread tied to the jade basin was strangely red. Lin Xinghuo's evil-breaking talisman was just a few charred red threads, which were still intact.
The cat-like pupils of the macaque narrowed slightly. "Now that the emperor is long gone, can this Qi-refining practitioner still undermine socialism?"
Lin Xinghuo, who was thinking about the caracal's message, glanced at his friend who used the wrong words. To be honest, the atmosphere that was originally like a battle between cultivators was instantly destroyed.
The yellow-skinned man, who was still filled with anger and regret, choked and suddenly laughed strangely: "Emperor? It's not only the emperor who has dragon energy. All powerful ministers and generals have yellow energy. What does it matter whether it's a dragon or a dragon? As long as there is dragon blood as a foundation, the good yellow boa of a good official and the evil yellow dragon of a treacherous official are no different to a Qi cultivator." The Jin family was able to deceive it, and Jin Kun even harmed it to this extent. The yellow-skinned man was sure that his family must have the blood of an emperor, and it would not be surprising even to say that they had the royal blood of a certain dynasty mixed in their bodies.
"In the past, even the local tyrants of a county or a mountain could have a hint of yellow energy about them, not to mention the huge population today?" The yellow-skinned man looked at Lin Xinghuo with ill intent: "When I first came out of the mountains, a county had only a few thousand people. Now a factory can have tens of thousands. How do you think Jin Kun's current abilities compare to yours?"
Its crippled right leg suddenly stretched out and tapped the jade basin. It tilted its beak and said, "This thing, like the black fox skull, is a treasure lent to me by Jin Kun. Since I can't defeat it, you two little brats..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Xinghuo flipped her little hand and took a stack of talisman papers in her hand. The thick stack looked like the yellow-skinned man grabbing silver bills in the past.
What I mean is, you are also our defeated general, and you have become such a shabby state, so you should stop putting on airs like a senior.
The caracal has inherited memories and is more difficult to fool than Lin Xinghuo. No matter how unconventional the Qi-refining practitioners are, they are still small paths branching out from the three thousand great ways of cultivators. People in ancient times also had many strange and bizarre methods of cultivation. As the saying goes, different paths lead to the same destination. No matter how powerful the Qi-refining practitioner named Jin Kun is, can he use the blood of a destroyed dynasty as his foundation to steal the yellow energy of today's high-ranking officials?
If you hold someone's bowl, you have to eat that person's food! If the Jin family had this ability, they wouldn't be so coy: "If they were so capable, would they still let you go outside with your treasure? They would have tied you up to guard the house long ago!" It was just that Huang Jianxi didn't guard against others tampering with the treasure, and he fell into the trap, so he exalted the savior in order to scare them!
While teasing Huang Jianxi, the old man whispered to his friend, reassuring her: The only possibility that the Jin family could still cultivate today was that they themselves were descended from the bloodline of a certain dynasty, now hiding their identities and climbing the ladder of power, utilizing their own yellow energy for cultivation. Perhaps they had even gathered and collected dragon energy from the old dynasty. The manul glanced at the increasingly languid little dragon and hinted: This guy might even be a variegated dragon. The Jin family not only stole dragon energy, but also royal bloodline. Who knows how many dynasties and generations of "dragon blood" they've mixed up? They're truly shameless!
Lin Xinghuo returned the look. She didn't think too much about it. There was already a blood feud. I had already dug up the ancestral graves. Why would I care about taking another treasure?
He changed his usual manner and chatted with Huang Jianxi, just to get some clues out of him. Now that he had the name "Jin Kun" and knew the foundation of the Jin family's cultivation, he had gained a lot. Now it seemed that Huang Pizi only knew the basics. He only figured out his identity as a Qigong master after being taught by Jin Kun. But Lin Xinghuo was not disappointed.
"Jin family? Jin Kun?" Lin Xinghuo said with a sweet smile: "Is it the victory coffin on Liangshan Mountain next door, or the ancestral tomb on it?"
What lucky coffin? What ancestral tomb? The yellow-skinned man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly tore at his rotten ear and asked in disbelief, "The Jin family's ancestral tomb is right next to us, on Liangshan Mountain!"
"Impossible!" Huang Jianxi roared. How could the lucky coffin he had been searching for for decades be hidden so close?
As if the shock wasn't enough, Lin Xinghuo nodded solemnly, took out the fox skull and shook it at it. The small heart gem in the fox skull immediately pressed against Lin Xinghuo's fingertips, and the red gem was stuck in the empty eye socket of the fox skull...
The yellow fox was stunned, its remaining soul trembling. After a while, it managed to calm down, not looking at the jade-white black fox head that it had nurtured for many years with moon essence, and hung its head heavily.
"Stinky dog, your old master has kept you trapped here for so long, knowing you'd be useless." The caracal sneered impatiently, "Now you need us to free you. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
The yellow-skinned man was so angry at the caracal that his body twisted for a moment, and he called it a dog! But Huang Jianxi was Huang Jianxi. He looked at the two outside with a sly look and said pitifully, "Well, I'll give you this jade basin of spiritual remedies! But the ashes inside are from incense ash and medicine I saved. They're of no use to you. Why not leave them for my grave?"
He wiped his eyes with his claws, vaguely showing his blindness, lameness, and tattered fur. "I was lucky enough to keep half of my soul. I only hope that in my next life I can be a good weasel who can correct my path!" If believers offer the ashes of burnt incense to send his soul away, his chances of becoming a spiritual being in the next life will be much greater.
Huang Jianxi pushed Lin Xinghuo hard. He couldn't believe this human girl could be so cruel. She could raise caracals and sables, and even had a fox cub with a Black Fox Demon Pill hidden at home. She must like furry things! All human women are like this. As long as you seize the opportunity, you can definitely make them soften their hearts.
But Lin Xinghuo didn't give her any face: "I can let you go, but your grave has been built." She pointed to the pile of rocks below that looked like steamed buns.
The weasel paused with its claws. What happened to the promise to protect small animals?
Who told you that? The caracal's eyelids drooped, and its claws touched the storage bag on Lin Xinghuo's waist. A gray pine box appeared in its paws. It threw it towards the stone hill like a thunder ball, and the pine box hit the crevice on the top of the hill. "Is it okay now?"
"?!" The yellow fox had never seen such a wicked and evil-hearted guy. As soon as the wooden box was taken out, it felt that it must contain the ashes of its own poor body!
As the saying goes, "the soul becomes ash and bones." If a person dies in a special place, their spirit and soul are also trapped there, unable to escape. This is the meaning of the ubiquitous legend of "water ghosts." The yellow-skinned creature's cultivation has not reached the level of transcending the five elements, so it is naturally limited by the body and bones. The pile of rocks together indicates that this place is a mountain within a mountain. The mountain's belly is already overwhelmed by yin energy, and with the graves rising within it, it is difficult to imagine even a soul being bound to the earth! Unless the yellow-skinned creature truly desires the afterlife, it can use the yin energy to quickly open a path back to the underworld.
Just after the caracal threw the pine box containing its ashes into the crevice between the rocks, it was too late even if Huang Jianxi tricked the man and the caracal into helping it escape and then wanted to escape with the treasure in the incense ashes.
"..." The yellow-skinned creature's soul was drawn in, and its shadow began to float like the smoke of incense. If it weren't for the golden thread sealing the jade basin, it would have floated away like a swallow returning to its nest.
Are these two poisonous? Ever since meeting these two, it has been like a "back" doing somersaults, and its bad luck has only doubled!
Huang Jianxi had a good plan. He had originally intended to give the jade basin to Lin Xinghuo and the others. Although this treasure basin had the effect of preserving the soul, it was ultimately not just a cover for Huang Xian. What mattered was the inconspicuous incense ash in the jade basin and...
All this talk with Lin Xinghuo was simply to draw their attention to the jade basin. If Lin Xinghuo showed even a hint of mercy, she would agree to bury it in the ashes. Once Lin Xinghuo dumped the ashes from the jade basin onto the ground, it would completely hide within, creating the illusion of its spirit and soul being reborn... This was the first possibility, and the one the yellow fox most desired. The second possibility was that humans were so greedy that they even cared about the ashes. Then, its words would prevent them from carelessly disposing of the ashes, revealing the object. All it needed was a moment's opportunity for it to escape with it.
Then, he could escape and return, and at the same time, lure the two little creatures into the debt of breaking Jin Kun's formation. All he had to do was carefully conserve a wisp of dragon energy as he fled. Later, Jin Kun would be able to follow this remaining energy and find the two who had broken his formation. Not only would he divert the trouble elsewhere, but he'd also kill two birds with one stone! Both sides were Huang Pizi's enemies, so defeating either would be a win. When he emerged again, the accumulated wealth of both places would naturally belong to Huang Daxian!
But what had they done? Wasn't it enough to chop off the Immortal's head? They actually burned it to ashes and carried it with them. What infuriated Huang Daxian the most, and nearly sent him away immediately, was this: Why hadn't he discovered the Jin family's ancestral tomb, even though it was so close? Instead, these two murderous bastards had the opportunity to take it!
The yellow-skinned man was filled with hatred, but still refused to give up struggling. His soul, which had become more solid after the urn appeared, actually shed tears. His soul shed tears, but the tears dissipated without a trace before they fell into the dust, consuming the essence of his soul.
The tears of the soul are like dew and lightning, extremely sad and beautiful - if this is not a weasel with a lame leg and blind eyes, tattered fur and a wretched appearance.
Lin Xinghuo's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously called out to the caracal: "Hit it!"
The caracal's thunder ball flew straight towards the yellow fox.
This time the yellow fox really cried: "Please send me to the afterlife quickly!" It pointed to the stone grave and said, "Dump me there!"
"Fall?" Lin Xinghuo pinched the claws of the old man macaque that was still throwing the thunder ball, and carefully looked up and down and left and right at the yellow-skinned beast's soul. He saw that its head was pointed due to the pull of the ashes, but the broken tail was still pressed in the incense ashes.
At this time, most of the red ginseng thread wrapped around the jade basin had broken. Lin Xinghuo thought about it, took out a stack of wooden prisoner talismans, and pasted them all on the jade basin. She was afraid that the yellow-skinned man would break the jade basin, so she pasted a circle of house-guarding talismans on it.
The yellow-skinned man's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Lin Xinghuo nervously, and even his sobbing stopped unconsciously.
Placing the caracal on his shoulder, Lin Xinghuo extended a thin, tender green vine from his fingertips. The vine was soft and perfect for finding things. The caracal's long tail, in perfect coordination with Wu Jian, wrapped around the vine, and it instantly became covered in a layer of purple light, occasionally punctuated by tiny arcs of electricity like fish swimming in water.
The thin vine reached into the jade basin, and the remaining ginseng threads twisted like snakes and insects, trying to come up to block it. The talisman on it flashed, and then the dry vines covered the ginseng threads, forming a silk net, inhaling and exhaling like breathing. The spiritual light of the bound ginseng threads gradually dimmed, but they struggled even harder.
When the yellow fox saw the thread that had trapped it for months touched Lin Xinghuo's talisman, it was like a moth being eaten by a poisonous spider. It was horrified: in less than a year, this girl's cultivation had advanced to this level!
Seeing its ugly appearance, the caracal bared its teeth viciously and stuck its hairy claws on Lin Xinghuo's hand holding the vine. The thin vine instantly emitted electric light, and the frightened yellow-skinned creature had to flee everywhere.
Lin Xinghuo squinted his eyes and took a closer look. Sure enough, something was wrong. The yellow fox was hiding with its tail as the center. Its body was scattered, but the tail still did not move.
With a slight movement of his wrist, the spiritual vine immediately wrapped around the yellow fox's broken tail and climbed down - "Squeak!"
Lin Xing's Fire Crimson Palace trembled, and the spiritual vine connected to her mind instantly retracted, the tender branches at the top already charred black. The caracal's round ears suddenly pressed against its skull, its thunder robe failing to protect the spiritual vine.
The spiritual vine curled up and coiled around Lin Xinghuo's wrist in a wronged manner. Lin Xinghuo transferred the pure wood spiritual energy in his sea of qi to it, and the spiritual vine felt better. This vine was the result of Lin Xinghuo's own realization after he practiced the vine entanglement technique to a high level: take a spiritual vine and use it for yourself. The spiritual vine and the owner are interdependent. If the grade of the spiritual vine is high enough, if there is a chance, it can even become the natal spiritual vine of a wood-attributed cultivator, and it is more suitable for use than all the natal magic weapons that can only be subdued at a high level.
Lin Xinghuo's root was cultivated from the other of the two gourd seeds removed from the snail gourd. Even before it sprouted, it was nurtured daily with the warmth of wood spirit energy and watered with the richest spiritual lotus dew using the Dew Condensation Technique. After two months of growth, it was no longer than an arm's length. Despite its delicate nature, it could withstand the most austere and powerful purple thunder among the caracal's five thunder talents.
Lin Xinghuo couldn't imagine what could damage such a spiritual vine with just one touch?
Suddenly, a strange change occurred within the jade basin. A thick, hot vapor suddenly rose, scorching the withered vines transformed from Lin Xinghuo's prison talisman and causing them to rapidly shrink. The weasel leaped even higher than before, even escaping like a whole weasel, its severed tail sticking out high.
"My Zhulongdan!" The yellow-skinned man jumped up and down: "What did you do to my Zhulongdan?"
Candle dragon gall?
"Quick! Release the restriction!" The yellow fox screamed in pain from the burns, its spirit even emitting white steam. "Let Zhulongdan escape! Otherwise, it will burn us all!"
At this moment, Huang Jianxi didn't even hope that Lin Xinghuo would let it go. He just hoped that the Candle Dragon Gallbladder that he had suppressed with great difficulty would escape on its own, otherwise -
Before Lin Xinghuo could move, a spark flashed in the incense ash, and a red bead the size of a date pit emerged.
The temperature at the entrance of the cave rose by dozens of degrees in an instant, the jade basin turned red, the little dragon flew around, the ginseng thread turned black, and Lin Xinghuo's wooden prisoner talisman was the first to be swallowed by the virtual flame. Several talismans were wrapped up by the red bead flame before they could take effect, and all the spiritual energy inside was swallowed up.
"Hurry!" The yellow-skinned man roared again, and the red bead flew up. The flame like a comet's tail instantly burned the yellow-skinned man's soul to ashes. The little dragon carved on the outer wall of the jade basin also turned into gray-black jade ash while wailing, and fell from the white jade basin.
The red ginseng thread seemed to have encountered heaven and earth, leaving no ashes behind.
"Go!" The caracal released a lightning net to block the red bead.
Lin Xinghuo picked it up and quickly jumped out of the cave, trying his best to escape into the mountains.
Behind him, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The Thunder Snake was engulfed by the Red Pearl's ethereal flames before it could even approach it. The hollowed-out stone walls of Hengliang Mountain instantly turned yellow and brittle, crackling with clashing sounds.
Lin Xinghuo didn't dare to look back. It was too late to regret. From Hengliang Mountain to Wangliang Mountain, the temperature behind him was getting higher and higher. The snow on the top of Wangliang Mountain melted, but even the snow water was dried up.
When she was about to leap to another peak, Lin Xinghuo suddenly stopped: the mountains opposite were covered in lush greenery, with luxuriant pines and cypresses. Her leap would create an endless mountain fire...
The caracal kicked its claws and jumped off Lin Xinghuo's back. It rushed towards Chizhu and shouted to Lin Xinghuo, "Run!"
Lin Xinghuo turned around abruptly, and the fur of the caracal in his eyes quickly curled up and then turned black, first the claws, then the whiskers and ears...
Lin Xinghuo threw the backpack far away with his backhand, gritted his teeth and said to the sable, "Run!" With his left hand, he threw out all the talismans, regardless of type and grade; with his right hand, he swung the rake and raked the caracal in the air back!
The caracal hurriedly pushed back the swollen thunder ball based on itself. Even so, two teeth of the Nine-toothed Rake were broken when it touched the lightning on the caracal's body.
Uncle Mao didn't care that his determination to perish together with his enemies was interrupted. He stood still and immediately roared at Chizhu, revealing his ferocious side.
The red bead that was chasing it ignored it and flew around hundreds of talismans. The cinnabar cloud talisman on the yellow talisman had just lit up when it was submerged by its flame tail. At first glance, it looked like a small animal eating happily.
The talismans Lin Xinghuo had accumulated over the past few months could only serve to stifle the attack. A desperate moment loomed. The man and the caracal stood in awe. The thunder ball reappeared on the caracal's body, while mist swirled behind Lin Xinghuo. A pale green water bow took shape in her hand. She abandoned her wood magic and channeled all her spiritual energy into a water attack.
When the talisman was finished, Chizhu jumped towards them with its flaming tail.
The caracal arched its body and pounced forward, its momentum as if thunder from the nine heavens had descended upon the earth.
Unexpectedly, the red bead suddenly fell to the ground, bypassed the caracal, and headed straight towards Lin Xinghuo.
Lin Xing fired fire and water arrows continuously, which hit Chizhu and emitted bursts of white mist. Chizhu's flame tail became an inch shorter, but its speed became faster.
In a moment, it was almost in front of her. Lin Xinghuo only had time to tear the red thread around her neck and use the last water arrow to force the growing fox head and the wooden sign to shoot in opposite directions. The moment she turned around, the door behind her was wide open, and the red bead instantly stuck to her spine.
"Xinghuo!" The figure of the caracal galloping back was reflected in Lin Xinghuo's orange-red eyes, and it seemed to be getting more and more blurred...
Burning in flames so quickly?
Why doesn’t it hurt yet?
Lin Xinghuo blinked to clear the mist from his eyes, and blankly hugged the caracal that pounced on him.
Chizhu made a happy "whoosh" sound, rolled from her back to the front, and caught the falling tears.
"call out!"
The red bead rolled around Lin Xinghuo. Not only did he suffer from the blazing flames, but even the original intense heat disappeared.
The red bead finally stopped on the back of her right hand. The man and the macaque saw the bead approaching the spiritual vine in a sly manner. The spiritual vine angrily swung out its vine tip to pull the red bead away. The red bead made another "whoosh" sound, and the emerald green tip of the spiritual vine dimmed.
This red bead did not harm the spiritual vine, but simply absorbed the spiritual energy at the tip of the vine the moment it came into contact.
It seemed to be the same just now. The spiritual vine wrapped around it, causing the bead to suddenly go crazy. Before that, it could even be suppressed by the residual soul of the yellow-skinned man.
Lin Xinghuo tentatively extended a finger and cautiously released a trace of wood spiritual energy.
The red bead's flaming tail ignited with a bang. Before Lin Xinghuo could dodge, the little bead moved away embarrassedly. After retracting its flaming tail, the red bead rushed towards Lin Xinghuo's fingertips like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
The fingertips are warm, but not hot.
Lin Xinghuo blinked and looked at the small bead that had consumed all the wood spirit but was still reluctant to stick to her finger.
so?
Lin Xinghuo opened her palm, and the red bead immediately rolled into her palm. A cinnabar-colored light ball emerged from the inside of the red bead and floated towards the center of Lin Xinghuo's eyebrows.
Lin Xinghuo hesitantly raised her forehead to meet the small ball of light, and suddenly, from nowhere, she sensed a flicker of consciousness. The consciousness was complex and fragmented, but to sum it up, it was basically saying that Zhu Longdan had voluntarily acknowledged her as its master and would be at her disposal, but in return, she would feed it wood spirit energy.
Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!
It was as if countless words of hunger had drilled into her purple palace. Lin Xinghuo shook her head and was hesitant to accept the contract.
The red bead... no, Zhu Longdan couldn't help it, it stuck to Lin Xinghuo's palm and kept rolling around, saying pitifully: Just three drops a day will do!
The kind on your fingertips? Three drops?
Lin Xinghuo raised his eyebrows, and actively extended his spiritual sense to accept the small ball of light.
The macaque scooped up its two front paws, and angrily saw another small fireball appear next to Lin Xinghuo's purple palace projection...
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The author has something to say: Returning to Hengliang Mountain, Lin Xinghuo picked up the intact jade basin, looked at the bottom of the basin where not a trace of ash was left, and breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he felt like he had returned to the world from hell.
The frightened yellow-skinned man cried out: Before you went crazy, you were in hell. After you went crazy, do you feel like you are in the human world?
The yellow fox roared: (pulling at its tattered fur) What about me? Do I deserve to be reduced to ashes?
The caracal licked its paw: No! All the gray is gone.
Lin Xinghuo smiled and said: Thank you for the treasure pot, I will make a fortune!
The second update will be around midnight, Yu's hand speed is so fast... I'm in tears if I say too much o(╥﹏╥)o
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