Chapter 650 [My dignified devil has become a pick-up? 】
However, the mother-in-law was completely stupid. She just swam in the blood river. How come she couldn't even find her "job" when she came back?
Although that thing is not a good thing, and it is not ranked among the best in Fengdu. However, it has a very evil ability. If it is taken away by someone and brought to the underworld, it will definitely cause a commotion.
Thinking of this, she was suddenly startled.
where is this place?
Where would someone go out!
Forget it, just throw it away.
It's not a rare thing anyway, at least it won't be of much use here.
However, the mother-in-law dug out the sticky yellow mud from the ground with her hands and fiddled with it a few times. The freshly baked clay bowl was placed in her hand again. Then she stood on the shore and continued to stand guard.
He Xiaotian obviously didn't know that the clay bowl in his hand was not a treasure here, or even something that could be easily made and mass-produced.
But there is one thing that neither one nor Nishuo understands.
The yellow mud used to make the clay bowl is the soil of the underworld. The water is the bridge across the reincarnation, contaminated by the blood of countless evil spirits. In addition, Granny Naihe, who holds the priesthood of Fengdu, kneaded it with her own hands, which has been witnessed over the years.
Countless dead souls were reincarnated.
Due to the superposition of various factors, this thing is obviously not as useless as she said.
On the other side, He Xiaotian was wrapped in a golden Taoist robe and walked carelessly on the strange street.
His invisibility-like ability prevented him from attracting malicious attention in the closed room.
Now that you have come to Fengdu, if you don't take a look around, wouldn't your visit be in vain?
next time?
Don't be kidding, if I could, I probably would never enter one in my life.
In less than a day, he suffered too much stimulation.
All kinds of evil things are running around all over the ground, and what's even more terrifying is that every time you look up, you can see an evil god.
Whoever wants to come comes, there will never be a really sweet day.
Walking on the empty and soulless streets, he considered the gains from his trip to the Bronze Gate.
First, there is an exp of 10,000,000, then it is reduced to 25% and so on!!
He Xiaotian suddenly discovered that his pollution level had reached 10%.
Could it be that three-fifths of the black candles not only gave him +1 in all attributes, but also reduced the evil god's pollution level by 5%?
Damn it, it hurts to lose 100 million.
Damn [Evil Swamp], one day I'm going to pull you out and beat you up.
No, it should be said that it was a severe beating!!
You shouldn't have increased the percentage of you bastard at all?
Before He Xiaotian finished cursing, he saw [Eternal Attributes: Breath of the Evil God (Extremely Evil -30%, Evil God's Will +20%, Sleeping Realm +10%, Evil Realm Swamp +25%)]
The Evil Swamp has been increased by a full 15%, which is nearly twice the increase.
(⊙o⊙)…
It doesn't look like it's a big loss, at least it's your own strength.
Moreover, there is a clay bowl with unknown purpose in the storage space.
But he once saw that the mother-in-law just moved her wrist and directly absorbed a quite powerful soul into it.
If this thing can not only collect souls, but also absorb the souls of living beings, why does it feel like a bit of a profit?
After all, there was no Evil Swamp in person, so the mother-in-law would not be scared away, let alone fall down and lose the bowl.
No, I need to observe more in the future.
The power of the evil god always feels a bit dangerous.
He Xiaotian seriously thought that if he were to be honest, he would undoubtedly be several times more dangerous than the so-called evil god.
At least this is what the Leeks headed by Mr. Jin, the people of the Netherworld who suffered misfortunes, the Dire World that suffered dozens of cities, and some aliens who did not want to be named think so.
“Dang Cang!!”
I was planning to get the Five Old Incense, the Seven Star Incense, the Nine Emperor Incense, and the Thirty-Six Tiangang Incense, which are respectively: sixty-seven, twenty-eight, nineteen, and one hour.
"Huh?"
He Xiaotian lowered his head and took a closer look. He saw a steel fork with all the prongs cut off by a sharp weapon.
Although the cross is not common, it is not sloppy at all and is very particular.
There is a bull-headed fork, with a long and straight center blade and horn-shaped forks on both sides, also known as a tiger fork. There is also a three-pronged fork, the three-bearded fork, also known as a triangular fork, which is similar in shape to a bull's head.
There is also a two-pronged fork, also known as the dragon's whisker fork. There is also a five-pronged fork, with a long front, also known as the flying harpoon. It was a boat warfare weapon in ancient times. In "Journey to the West", the three-pronged fork appears several times.
Scorpion Spirit and Yellow Wind Monster are well-known users.
The three strands of the fork he kicked were broken off, and the fracture was as bright as a mirror. It can be seen that the blade that cut it off was quite sharp. If He hadn't had sharp eyes and saw the indiscernible protrusion at the fracture, this thing would have been
It’s just a [t] shape.
When He Xiaotian's foot touched the broken fork, his whole body stiffened for a moment, just like the mummy used its eyes to freeze his soul in an instant.
Fortunately, he had enough strength to kick the steel fork out. At the same time, he took out the clay bowl under observation from the storage space. A slight shake immediately lifted the stiffness in his soul. The person named He couldn't help but straighten up.
Lie down on the ground.
"nice one."
He Xiaotian made a pun, not only praising the ability of the clay bowl, but also saying that the broken fork was quite powerful.
With the existence of the clay bowl, he was naturally not afraid. He squatted down, stretched out his right hand and picked up the broken fork.
When he touched it, that familiar feeling of stiffness came over his heart.
The clay bowl he held in his left hand shook, as if a surge of vitality had been injected into him, and he calmed down easily.
This thing may seem disgusting as a support, but its capabilities are truly extraordinary.
"Buzz"
The broken fork shook, and he took He Xiaotian's arm to point to the right.
"?!"
What seems to be inlaid on the door in the distance?
He Xiaotian walked quickly and came closer.
Yan Yue Dao!
There are heavy weapons with notches on the blade.
In the human world, this thing is not used for actual combat at all, but is used by warriors to exercise their arm strength.
Of course, in the eyes of cultivators, let alone a heavy sword, even if it can be used to carry a mountain and throw it.
The knife penetrated half of the wooden door. It was thought that it was fighting with someone and then flew away when defeated, so it was embedded deeply in the door.
For safety reasons, He Xiaotian decided to remove the door.
Without even thinking about it, the clay bowl on the left hand definitely cannot be stored in the storage space casually. The broken fork on the right hand will not be put down either. After all, it was the one that guided me here. There is no way to say that there is any relationship between the two.
After weighing the situation, he thought it would be better to remove the door.
This decision also has something to do with the decaying appearance of this house, which is far away from the weird street.
No matter how big it gets, don't be afraid, it will just disappear in a flash.
"Clang!"
Without saying a word, He Xiaotian kicked the door in directly.
No matter what kind of ghosts there are, I will dunk a bowl and make sure the other party is sitting on the wax.
Unexpectedly, everything was calm and there were no attacks.
And he also discovered that everything in the room had been torn apart by sharp weapons.
The whole room seemed to have experienced a blade storm, without any complete existence.
"hiss"
Could it be because the Yanyue knife was inserted into the door and the owner of the house was killed in an instant?
That's too miserable.
How much evil did the owner of the house do in his previous life to suffer such an unreasonable disaster in Fengdu?
His suspicion was not unfounded. Except for the knife on the door, the outside of the room was intact except for the fact that the building was a bit decayed and crumbling and might collapse at any time.
This Yanyue Sword, which has gaps all over its blade, is the most suspicious.
The thing must be a good thing. The only thing that is more scary is that this thing won't attack him, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, a cold light flashed on the blade of the Yanyue Sword buried in the broken wooden door.
Standing upright from it with a roar!
"???"
He Xiaotian stared at him, a little confused.
Brother, I didn’t touch you either.
The last time I met an unreasonable evil god, I took one look at him and directly fucked me with 25% pollution. It made me feel as if I was deliberately watching him take a shower.
Your unprovoked attack on people like this is a bit excessive.
After talking about it, after talking about it, he almost immediately jumped to the side.
He Xiaotian didn't dare to bet on whether the Yanyue Sword could break through his defense.
Fengdu is a very strange place.
No matter what strange thing happens, he won't be surprised.
Not to mention being on guard all the time!
"Buzz"
A cold sword energy filled with murderous intent burst out.
In an instant, everything around it was torn apart, and at the same time, a shrill scream sounded.