After flying in the clouds for several hours, Gu Guan, Li Zhenying and others arrived at the Xuanwu Secret Realm. At this time, the door was full of people. The scale of this celebration was unprecedented. There were countless formal invitations sent out, and there were also many uninvited guests.
It is difficult for guests to enter even the entrance to a huge secret realm at the same time, and most of them are crowded together.
"It's easier to get things done when there are a lot of people." This saying comes from the Ziwu religion, and Crow Crow takes it seriously. While everyone is rubbing shoulders and unable to turn around, the Swing and the Birdman begin to steal things unscrupulously. Emperor Xuanwu is
High-ranking officials in the heavenly realm, the Xuanwu clan is the third
It is a wealthy family in the world, and the people who dare to come here are all famous immortals and nobles. It is estimated that no one would have thought that any thief would dare to come here without any defense. Therefore, although the crow and fox's stealing skills are very poor, they are still "
"Borrow" and get a lot of money.
However, greedy people always make mistakes. As soon as Birdman put his hand into the magic weapon bag of a male Taoist priest, the Taoist priest suddenly clamped Crow's wrist and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, what are you doing?
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"Uh...I..." Birdman was startled and wanted to take his hand back, "I accidentally put it in. Hehe, I'm sorry."
The Taoist priest did not embarrass Crow. He let go of his hand and said, "Fellow Taoist, be careful. There are many high-level immortals here. If you are caught by them, you may be beaten."
The birdman carefully looked at the young Taoist priest. Judging from his bones, he seemed to be young, but his cultivation had already reached the stage of transcending tribulation. "What a genius." Even if the human race has its own merits and spiritual wisdom, it is the fastest cultivating race in the three realms.
, but there is a limit, "Dare you ask your friend's name?"
"Baoyu," the Taoist replied.
"What's your surname, Jia?" Swing came over and asked.
"No." The Taoist replied, "My common surname is Lang, my given name is Jing, my given name is Baoyu."
"What a pity." The little fox said without any clue. "Where did the little Taoist come from? With your level of cultivation, you shouldn't be qualified to be invited by the Xuanwu clan. You dare to come here during the tribulation period. You are quite brave~
"Shuqian's words are a bit insulting, but they are not wrong at all. Among the immortals and gods at this door, even if they don't have invitations to join in the fun, they must be earth immortals with the lowest cultivation level. He is indeed the worst in this period of transcending tribulation.
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The Taoist priest had a good temper, and was neither anxious nor annoyed when faced with ridicule. He said with a smile: "Xiaodao admires Emperor Xuanwu who slays demons and destroys evil very much. He has always wanted to admire his majestic figure, but because he spends most of his time working in the heaven, it is difficult for ordinary people to see him.
On the one hand, it coincides with the grand celebration of the Xuanwu clan, and the emperor will certainly attend, and Xiaodao comes here to admire his holy face. On the other hand, the gathering of immortals has a mysterious momentum.
Practicing is beneficial. As for whether I was invited... I am ashamed to say that although Xiaodao has a relative and friend who received the invitation letter, Xiaodao did not agree with the character and moral character of that relative and friend, and I was ashamed to go with him, so I went through all kinds of hardships and traveled over the mountains.
Ling came here, but he just wanted to try his luck and see if he could get in." Those with an invitation letter can bring some relatives and friends with them into the secret realm, and there is no limit to the number.
"Oh, little Taoist, are you bragging?" Zhuqian questioned, "If your surname was Zhang, I would believe that you might have relatives and friends who could get the invitation, but your surname is Lang, why haven't I heard that there is a Qiang surnamed Lang in the Three Realms?
Who? Which of your relatives can get the invitation letter?"
Lang Jing smiled and shook his head: "Please forgive me for not mentioning that relative's name. If you don't believe me, just pretend that you are a Taoist priest and lie to me."
"Exactly! It's so mysterious." Birdman and Swing rolled their eyes at Lang Jing, and then showed a little bit of their immortal aura, "Boy, my father and daughter have been a little tight lately, so let's borrow some money to spend." The two of them "stealed" from
Advance to "grab".
Lang Jing's cultivation level was too low and he couldn't withstand the crow's pressure, and the joints all over his body began to crack. However, he frowned and endured the severe pain without saying a word, trying his best to persist, neither swearing nor begging for mercy.
"Hurry up and give me the money!" Swing threatened, "Since you have the guts to come to this dragon's pond and tiger's den, you should understand that if you have low cultivation level, you will be bullied. Stop talking nonsense, I will kill you if I don't give you the money!"
The people around them were very angry when they saw two immortals bullying a young man who was in the tribulation period. They wanted to help, but when they saw the Abyssal Clan and Heavenly King's Mansion costumes on the swing and the birdman, they immediately gave up the idea of drawing out their swords to help.
"Give me money?!" Birdman increased the intensity of his coercion, and used his finger to pop out a section of black fire, injecting the Taoist's soul into it, trying to make him surrender.
Lang Jing was in great pain all over his body, his orifices were bleeding, and all his internal organs were injured. His soul was burned by the fire, and he was in pain, but he still said nothing.
The onlookers did not expect that the people from the Heavenly King's Mansion and the Abyss Clan were so vicious. They couldn't bear to watch anymore and all lowered their heads.
Just when a murder was about to happen in public, a figure suddenly flashed from the crowd of onlookers to the inside, interrupting the birdman's oppression, "Who dares to cause trouble?"
Everyone was stunned, wondering who dared to offend Prince Li Tian's Mansion and the Abyss Clan.
The latecomer glared at the Jade Bird Man and said, "What are you doing? Do you want to kill him? Did he provoke you?"
"Oh, who is this? You look so awesome. It must be some god who used a blind trick to cover up his appearance and went out in disguise. Tsk, tsk, tsk, disrespect, disrespect." The birdman said in a strange way, "My god, even though this Taoist priest has not recruited
I didn’t mess with me, but what if I kill him? He’s just a human race, so I can kill him at will.
Is it a big deal to just eat? I remember there was a place called Baoxiang Kingdom. A certain god went there and made a big fuss. Not only did he kill many people, but he also ate a lot, and he was not punished at all.
Isn’t it right? Shouldn’t the official be reinstated and continue to be his own free-spirited god? It’s just a human race~ Just kill him if you want~”
"You!" Hearing the harsh "sarcasm", the latecomer gritted his teeth in hatred, but he did not dare to teach the crow, because he knew very well that he could not defeat the birdman. However, he could not ignore this matter today, and he turned around to help Lang Jing
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It was a good thing that someone was helping him, but I never thought that the Taoist priest would roll on the spot and avoid him. "You don't need to help me. Don't touch me." Lang Jing, whose soul was still burning, did not thank the person who helped him, but said, "
That gentleman is right. Some great gods have done more than him, but there is no punishment at all in the end?"
"You!" The latecomer became even more angry, staring at Lang Jing with murderous intent in his eyes. He didn't have a very good temper. He was always at the top of the Three Realms and was in charge of the power of life and death. He didn't care about the lives of ordinary people at all.
, kill if he wants, eat if he wants. Unless there is a special reason, he will not care about this little Taoist priest.
Things seemed to have reached a deadlock at this point. How could the majestic God in Heaven lower his face and help the man for the second time. Lang Jing was rolling in pain in mid-air, struggling to survive. The birdman looked at the newcomers provocatively, but would not relieve the Taoist priest.
of spells.
A few breaths later, seeing that Lang Jing was about to be burned to death, a woman rushed into the crowd crying, hugged the Taoist priest, and begged the bird man loudly: "I am an immortal, please be merciful and let my brother go. Yes."
Please tell me what you want, and my husband will definitely satisfy you!"