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Chapter 62 Great Harvest

Looking up at an angle of 45 degrees, Jue Yu was sitting quietly in the air, his body wrapped in thick white flames.

"The monk is indeed a pervert."

Wang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and said: "When my consciousness exited the Golden Book, I also deliberately checked the Samadhi True Fire. There is still about eighty-nine-tenths of the stock."

"He might be dying soon." Duobao said with a slight smile: "Not long after Brother Zhuo fell into coma, he sat there motionless."

The two demons no longer care about Jue Yu. After all, the Golden Book was made by the True Spirit Demon. Jue Yu, who no longer has the blood of Hydra, cannot escape this disaster no matter what.

Three full days passed.

Wang Zhuo and Duobao supported each other and limped to the edge of the giant tree pit.

It has been sunny for nearly a week, and the flesh and blood of zombies all over the ground have long since rotted, emitting a stench of rotten leaves and mud.

Wang Zhuo looked at the silver armor scattered among the flesh and blood of the zombies, held Duobao's hand with a little force and said, "We are developed!"

Duobao's face was dull, he covered his nose and said to Wang Zhuo: "Brother, they are all rotten inside! Don't you find it disgusting?"

"What's there? Wash it off and use it as usual." Wang Zhuo was lying on the ground, idle and bored. Apart from using his true energy to repair the damaged meridians and bones, he devoted himself to cultivating the magic skills.

Although he has not yet mastered the first level of the Divine Refining Art, Wang Zhuo's spiritual consciousness can already extend to about ten miles. Basically, he has to scan these treasures every hour.

Wang Zhuo randomly picked up a set of armor. Except for the different colors, it had the same weapon configuration as the invisible gray armor before.

Yan Yue Dao, ten throwing spears, and a soft sword at the waist.

"In the past, the mountains of gray armor could not be crushed, and the fire of the underworld could not be broken. Let's see how this silver armor does."

After saying that, a ball of real sun fire lit up in Wang Zhuo's hand, about the size of an egg, and golden light was emitting from the flame.

"go!"

The fireball flew towards the silver armor in response, and suddenly made a "boom" explosion sound the moment it touched the silver armor. A large area of ​​true sun fire was ejected from the fireball, directly covering the entire silver armor.

After a while, the fire stopped.

Wang Zhuo and Duobao looked closely and saw that the armor was still shining with silver and was not damaged at all.

"Okay, Brother Zhuo, leave me a small set."

Nearly a thousand silver armors were shot into the air by controlling the consciousness, and the water tails were washed away one by one. After careful counting, there were nine hundred and two in total. While washing, Wang Zhuo said: "You and I are really lucky. It has been so long that we have not seen the monk Jisaiguo.

Come."

Duobao smiled and said: "The big sects didn't dare to come out easily in the age of the end of the law. When small and run-down families like the Zu family see the zombies disappear, they will definitely seize enough social resources and status before they can send people here."

Look. So, we are not lucky, but inevitable."

More than ten minutes later, Wang Zhuo cleaned up all the silver armor and supporting weapons and put them into storage bags. Then he and Duobao came to the only golden armor.

The tree monster in the golden armor showed no signs of decay, and still stared, giving people a majestic and intimidating feeling.

"He's probably the tree monster himself, right?" Wang Zhuo stepped forward and fumbled around, then opened the golden armor to reveal the tree monster's body.

From the neck down of the tree monster, although it is still green, it feels smooth and tender, almost like a newborn baby. There is also a vaguely colorful light similar to the Buddha wheel behind the head of Jue Yu mixed in the green.

Duobao stroked his chin and nodded: "If Jueyu is right, it is precisely because he absorbed Buddha bone relics and nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum that he became like this. Has Brother Zhuo ever heard of this sentence?"

"What?"

Duobao said: "Vajra has angry eyes, so he has conquered the four demons; Bodhisattva has low eyebrows, so he is compassionate to the six realms. If this tree monster opens up his spiritual wisdom and is accepted into the Buddhist sect, I believe he may become the angry-eyed Vajra in the future."

"

Just as he was talking, he saw Wang Zhuozheng, his face turned red, and he was plucking the tree monster's fingers. However, even if he used all his strength to suck the milk, he couldn't pry it off.

Seeing Duobao staring at him dumbfounded, Wang Zhuo laughed awkwardly, took out the tree monster's golden sword, and struck it hard on the tree monster's finger, causing metal sparks to strike.

Duobao stopped Wang Zhuo from rushing over and biting him, "Brother, there is no need to waste your energy. The tree monster and the Buddha's relic are fused into one, and they will inevitably become extremely hard. Even the true fire of the sun may not be able to

It burns."

Wang Zhuo sighed, put the tree monster into his storage bag and said: "I will think about it slowly later, let's go and see the monk."

Two days ago, the Enlightenment Buddha Wheel disappeared and fell from the sky.

When Wang Zhuo Duobao approached, Jueyu turned his back to the two demons, was wearing a monk's robe, holding a golden book in his hand with his head lowered, seemingly sitting on the ground unharmed.

When I walked around in front of him, I saw that Jue Yu had turned into a black skeleton, and his empty eyes seemed to be looking at the golden book.

Wang Zhuo stepped forward and carefully picked up the golden book. Jueyu's skeleton shattered on the ground with a "pop" sound. Then it turned into powder, and several colorful jade stones appeared in front of Wang Zhuo.

"What is this? Gallstones? Kidney stones?"

Taking the jade in hand, a cool breath spread from the jade to Wang Zhuo's hand.

Duobao covered his face and said: "This is the relic of Jueyu. When a monk who has cultivated Buddhism to the most advanced level will have a relic, he will have it."

"Well, what do you think we have relic soup tonight?"

"..."

After putting away Jueyu's relics and golden books, Wang Zhuo found Jueyu's storage bag in his monk's robe.

"It's a pity that Geng Hou took away Wumeng Boy's storage bag before running away, but where did the Japanese storage bag go?"

Duobao rolled his eyes and Wang Zhuo said: "Where else could it go? Of course it was eaten by you."

Wang Zhuo pointed to the black dragon on his chest and asked, "Is that it?"

Seeing Duobao nodding, Wang Zhuo patted his chest gently and said, "What, Brother Long, are you not afraid of indigestion? How about you give me the storage bag?"

The black dragon tattoo showed no response.

"Okay, I'll give it to you. I'm grateful for your life-saving grace." Wang Zhuo's heart was bleeding. If he got the storage bags of the three Nascent Soul monks, he and Duobao would definitely become the best in the transformation stage.

Rich monster.

However, this kind of worry about gains and losses did not last long. Wang Zhuo knew that a person should be content, and it was a great opportunity for him to get the storage bag of the monk who transformed into a god!

In Duobao's expectant eyes, Wang Zhuo held the Jueyu storage bag and said, "Open it!"

First, thirty bottles of elixirs flew out of Jueyu's storage bag, then various magical artifacts shining with Buddha's light, and finally, inconspicuous beads the size of tennis balls flew out of the storage bag.

Duobao picked up an elixir bottle at random, and as soon as he opened it, he saw a mini golden dragon flying out of the bottle! Before Duobao could react, the mini golden dragon disappeared between heaven and earth.

At this time, a surprised voice came from the sky in the distance: "It turns out to be the genuine Fulong Dan!"

Wang Zhuo and Duobao looked up at the same time and saw a person floating in the sky.

He has a Chinese character face, thick and straight eyebrows, and regular facial features. Although he is not handsome, he gives people a feeling of masculinity and uprightness.

This person is none other than Cheng Tomorrow who ran away before the big fight!


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