If it were in the past, Chen Huai'an would definitely choose to recharge 6 yuan in the spirit of diligence and thrift.
But today is different from the past. He has a huge sum of 1 billion in his hands, so of course he wants to take Li Qingran to see the prosperity of the world.
[My disciple, please watch carefully. The master is about to take action! ]
As the sound of the empty sky faded, Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi hurried to the edge of the flying boat and looked into the distance.
Little did he know that Chen Huai'an was facing a choice at this moment.
【Please choose your foot! 】
＜Recharge 6 yuan to unlock the white silk stockings, and step on Ji Dong to get excited.＞
＜Recharge 12 yuan to unlock the black silk long legs and let Ji Dong understand what humiliation is.＞
＜Recharge 36 yuan to unlock the old cold leg, the stench is overwhelming.＞
＜Only top up 48 yuan to enjoy a limited time of socks, pig waist leather shoes, and 34-inch ice cream.＞
＜Use the serious kick for free, without any special effects, and crush Ji Dong's dream with one foot.＞
Chen Huai'an: "..."
No, is that right?
White silk stockings on feet, black silk stockings on beautiful legs, is this how it should be?
I thought the so-called foot control benefits were just a joke, but I didn't expect it to be real.
Although I am curious about what a disabled foot wrapped in black silk stockings looks like, it must be very spectacular, right?
But even if you have money, you can't spend it recklessly.
It would be better to wait until I have a better relationship with baby Qingran before trying other versions.
So as not to destroy his perfect image of Master in baby Qingran's heart.
Chen Huai'an chose 'Free kick'.
【Please place the machine on the ground and step on it with your feet. 】
Chen Huai'an: "..."
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The world of clouds.
The group of gods tried their best but failed to catch up with the demon cultivator. Su Qinian gritted his teeth, thinking that the demon cultivator had great powers and his magic skills were extremely evil. If he let him go, all living beings in the mortal world would be destroyed. So he turned to the ancestor of the flying boat for help.
At this moment.
The air around them suddenly condensed.
A terrifying pressure spread across the sky and the earth with the flying boat as its center.
Everyone was silent, their lips and teeth were stiff, they saw a huge green spiritual foot stretched out from where the dark clouds gathered, and the place covered by the foot was obviously the direction where the demon cultivator escaped.
“Wulian Tianzun!” Su Qinian was stunned: “The ancestor made a move… Oh no, he kicked!”
"It turns out that Master is really going to take action..."
Li Qingran blinked his eyes at the towering foot, and suddenly felt that even just one foot of his master was so handsome, and he would definitely feel safe if he hugged it.
"Such a big foot..." Yue Qianchi's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shivered while hugging his arms, muttering: "Won't this foot crush a mortal city?"
The flying boat flew forward at high speed under the influence of an inexplicable gravitational force.
Ji Dong had already escaped to the desert between countries. He was thinking about which mortal country to go to to slaughter some to restore his blood, but the next second he felt a chilling murderous intent locking him in.
"Not good!" He looked back and his scalp suddenly felt numb.
Above the clouds, there was a giant bronze foot blocking out the sky. The sense of oppression before it even approached him had already made him feel the devilish energy stagnate. At first glance, the giant foot was at the edge of the sky, and then the cloud-shoe boots embroidered with gluttonous patterns were wrapped in a chaotic stream of void and shattered water and were overhead!
"Ah——!" At the critical moment of life and death, Ji Dong was bleeding profusely, and he only had time to sacrifice the Blood Shura Dharma Image.
But before the Dharma image took shape, the right shoulder collapsed first, the broken clavicle pierced the demon's body, and the black blood spurted on the bronze foot pattern. He had just recited half a sentence of the blood escape spell for his life when the strong wind from the giant foot landing on the ground had already overturned his Dharma image's body.
The ground was covered with rubble and the sky was shaking.
The bronze foot stomped the ground with a loud bang, and the ground within a hundred miles collapsed like an upside-down bowl.
"Spare my life! Please spare my life!"
Ji Dong howled miserably, but saw the giant bronze foot raised again.
He stretched his neck and looked up at the sky, his mouth weeping blood: "Big brother...save me!!!"
Thousands of miles away, among the mountains and ridges, an ancient temple suddenly collapsed.
An old nun in a grey robe opened her eyes and pointed a finger at the center of Ji Dong's eyebrows.
The space between his eyebrows collapsed for a moment, and the collapsed Blood Shura Dharma Image condensed again.
But his left face was solemn and dignified, while his right face was covered with magic patterns. He had a red face and fangs, and his white palm was holding a pitch-black rosary.
“Shut up.” The half-demon, half-Bodhisattva figure lightly raised his fingertips, and ripples suddenly appeared in the void.
On the deck of the flying boat, Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi felt a chill down their spines. Before they could react, the flying boat's defense shield exploded into pieces. A thousand feet away, a sea of clouds seemed to be grasped by an invisible force. A giant finger wrapped around bodhi leaves and dry bones pierced through the space, and wherever it passed, the space collapsed inch by inch.
"It's over! Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi are still on the flying boat!"
Su Qinian's eyes were about to burst, and he was about to step forward to save him.
But the Dharmadhatu's giant finger had already pierced through the flying boat.
Boom——!
The core of the formation was shattered, spiritual energy ran wild, and the violent explosion dispersed the surrounding clouds.
When everyone's mind was still blank, the wind blew away the smoke and dust, revealing a black robe first.
"Ancestor!" Upon seeing the figure clearly, Su Qinian's eyes suddenly filled with tears.
The feeling of disappointment that came with suddenly letting go of his tense heart almost made him fall off the flying sword.
The person who came was Chen Huai'an.
Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi were protected behind him, unharmed.
Chen Huaian dug his left five fingers deep into the knuckles of the Dharmakaya, revealing his muscular arms under the sleeves that were shattered by the shock wave.
Snap——!
He only twisted his fingers slightly, and the Buddha's magic arm began to crack from the fingers.
The Buddha and the magician stared at Chen Huai'an who was interfering with him. His pupils shrank and he uttered a mixed Sanskrit sound of men and women: "Bodhi is not a tree, and a mirror is not a platform. Do you know what kind of karma and sin you will bear when the reckoning comes in the future for ruining the good deeds of the old nun and ruining the fate of the entire Cangyun world?"
"What a good way to settle the karma of sin."
Chen Huai'an chuckled and stood there, but there was no smile in his eyes, only the cold edge of a sword.
"In that case, I will settle the score with you!"
He slowly clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Even the wreckage of the crashed flying boat was suspended in mid-air, as if the laws of heaven and earth had frozen at this moment.
"Disciple, give me a pot of spiritual wine."
He stretched his body back, and after a brief moment of daze, Li Qingran immediately took out a pot of wine from the storage bag and handed it to the master. Then he took his child and retreated obediently, looking at the master's back with the eyes of a little fangirl.
Chen Huaian broke the mud seal and leaned in mid-air. He shook the wine jar at his fingertips and a dragon spit out from the mouth of the jar.
When the smell of alcohol filled his drunken eyes, his pupils were as clear as frost on the tip of a sword.
The wind lifted up his black robe, revealing the sword wrapped in black scales at his waist.
"A sword is most clearly seen through drunken eyes." He did not draw his sword.
But the spiritual energy around his body surged and took the shape of a sword.
"I have a sword that can intoxicate the immortals!"
Chen Huai'an pointed his fingers together as a sword, looked at the devil's Dharma image from afar, staggered, and laughed wantonly:
"You may wish to try and see the cause and effect of this sword.
You...may take it?"
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