In the shell palace.

In front of the three people is a water mirror.

Qing Lijun gritted his teeth and looked livid, Wang Qiuyi looked very interested, and the divine foot monk Guanghui looked dull as usual, with no apparent expression.

"I won the bet."

Guanghui spoke calmly.

"I won the bet."

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Qing Lijun did not respond, Guang Hui spoke again and asked.

"you……"

Qingli Jun grimaced, turned his head with a bit of anger, and glared at the dull-looking middle-aged monk.

"Can a monk also gamble?!" he asked sharply, his sleeves trembling slightly.

Guang Hui nodded slightly, folded his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"I'm a heretic like you monsters." The middle-aged monk with a dull expression said, "There's no need to talk about rules and regulations."

"you……"

Qing Lijun's expression suddenly changed, but when he caught a glimpse of Wang Qiuyi, who was leaning on his seat with a lazy look on his face, he had no choice but to suppress all the rage in his chest.

"I have quite a few scapegoat techniques in the Dragon Palace."

At the last moment, he struggled to speak:

""Death Substitution Technique", "Divided Thought Yuan Nerve", "Hidden Form Technique", "Big Cave Three Body Art"... Even the Buddhist substitution technique, I also treasure a "Lotus Fetal Transformation"

》.”

"I wonder, can I change the door?" He said sincerely with a tone of great reluctance.

"No." Guang Hui's heart was as solid as stone, unmoved at all.

The two stood in a cold stalemate for a moment, with indifference on their faces.

"The thief is doing his best, digging up people's ancestral graves. Have you given birth to a son? No..."

Qing Lijun finally couldn't hold it back anymore and became the first to change his color. He no longer cared that Wang Qiuyi was by his side.

He was about to curse loudly, but then he thought of the current situation in Dragon Palace, and felt sad for a moment, almost bursting into tears.

After letting out a long sigh of helplessness, he stopped talking and swallowed the rest of the words.

Qing Lijun spread out his hand slightly, and a flaming light appeared in his palm, like a small golden cicada carved from gold.

The golden cicada has an exquisite figure, only half the size of a palm, lying quietly in Qing Lijun's palm.

It spreads its cicada wings, as if it is ready to fly away at any moment, lifelike.

Nine mysterious and ancient runes are intertwined, forming nine deep spiral creations. They are imprinted on the surface of the golden cicada, revealing countless mysterious meanings, as if it contains the wonderful truth about the change of life and death and the beginning of all things.

The moment the golden cicada appeared, the surroundings became quiet and quiet, and the clear and distant chirping of the cicada could be heard faintly.

Golden Cicada Nine Death Technique!

Guang Hui raised her eyes, with an unprecedented smile on her face.

Facing Qing Lijun's almost cannibalistic gaze, he waved his sleeves lightly and took Jin Chan into the Niwan Palace.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

When Qing Lijun closed his eyes and the fire in his heart subsided, Guang Hui spoke again in his ear.

"If you have something to say, say it, if you have something to say, let it go." Qingli Jun said calmly without opening his eyes.

"Longjun still owes me a few pieces of divine iron."

Guanghui clasped her hands together and said sincerely.

"Fuck your mother's stinky fart?!"

The tendons in Qingli Jun's forehead were pulsing. In his rage, he unconsciously revealed his prototype. A giant demonic dragon thousands of feet tall was about to materialize. His eyes were like two boiling demonic lakes, gushing out the surging murderous intent of burning mountains and boiling seas.

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At the same time, everyone in Qingli Holy Land was shrouded in a bone-eviscerating chill.

Old Taoist Hanxu, Tiangui Tongzi and other five-level life treasurers raised their heads in shock, feeling terrified in their hearts.

Just when the giant dragon-like dragon was about to scream angrily, Wang Qiuyi raised her head and glanced at him.

The whistling stopped suddenly before it came out of his mouth, and the rolling sound got stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall.

The giant dragon looked up into the sky and rolled away, then turned into a handsome man in green robe and bamboo crown again, but his face still had an angry expression.

"When the hell did I owe you divine iron?!" Qing Lijun cursed.

"What Mr. Long just said to Chen Jizi." The middle-aged monk still looked blank: "It made the poor monk feel unhappy."

"So protective of your shortcomings? Do you want to be shameless?"

"Would Mr. Long give me the divine iron?" Guang Hui was unmoved.

"Take it and use it to build your grave. I hope it will be stronger!"

Qing Lijun's palms trembled, he took a deep breath, took out a piece of divine iron, and hit Guang Hui head and face.

The middle-aged monk didn't mind it either, and he accepted them all with a slight show of his sleeves and robes.

"Although the divine iron is valuable, it is not a rare thing." Qingli Jun looked at it coldly, with an indifferent expression: "There is no divine iron in your Vajra Temple?"

"Yes, there is."

Guanghui clasped her hands together and said, "I just don't want to make Lord Long feel bad. The poor monk will eventually be upset."

Qing Lijun was so angry that his body was shaking and his hands and feet were cold. He pointed at Guang Hui for a long time, but he was speechless.

But when he was about to curse, Wang Qiuyi, who had been silent, his expression straightened slightly.

"That Chen Youzhi."

At this time, Wang Qiuyi suddenly spoke.

He pointed at the pale young man with a smiling face and spoke softly:

"He looks very similar to an old friend of mine."

"Who?"

"King Zheng Wu."

In the water mirror, the pale young man's face was cold. After the people around Chen Jizi dispersed, Chen Youzhi hurried forward, with a sad look on his face, but it was extremely real.

"How can you bear it?" Wang Qiuyi said lightly: "It looks like King Zheng Wu climbed out of his grave."

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at this time.

On the golden battlefield.

As Chen Jizi moved out of the fighting stage, Bai Shu returned to his true form for a while, and transformed into a escaping light, staggering towards Cui Yuanzhou, Monk Huiyuan and others.

Everything he saw in his field of vision was blurry, as if covered with a veil.

Bai Shu smiled bitterly, staggered, and almost fell from the sky.

Before Cui Yuanzhou could turn pale in shock, a soft and powerful force arose out of thin air, supporting Bai Shu.

A wave of innocence, like the ocean of heaven, was pouring into the body continuously. Baizhu's body made a popping sound like fried beans, and even his complexion regained some color.

"Since you have defeated Chen Jizi, you will have nothing to do with Qingli Palace this time."

Guang Hui's voice sounded low in Niwan Palace, calm and without waves.

"You have made the Vajra Temple famous. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"I……"

Bai Shu was stunned for a moment. He was silent for a while and finally spoke tentatively.

"Disciple." He said respectfully: "Disciple, if you want Chilong's follow-up mental method, can you please ask the master for permission?"

King Kong, what he wants most is nothing more than King Kong’s subsequent mental method.

As long as there is follow-up Vajra Mind Dharma, the stagnant state can be improved again.

Purple mist, humans and demons, national wars in troubled times... all of these caught him off guard.

Strong, even stronger.

While Bai Shu was feeling uneasy, Guang Hui's voice finally sounded again after a while.

"Let's discuss this matter later. When you recover from your injuries, I will ask Xuanzang to bring you to see me. Whether it is a reward or a Milo lamp, I will give it to you when the time comes."

There was no sadness or joy in the middle-aged monk’s voice:

"The selection of a son-in-law in the Dragon Palace has been decided for a long time. The Dragon Lord has chosen Li Feibai from the Great Demon Tomb. Please don't go to the upcoming competition."
To be continued...