Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 675 Old Monster
There was a sound of thunder above the nine heavens, and the heavenly majesty was brilliant.

However, after the three thunder calamities, the flags and drums suddenly died down, which made people somewhat puzzled.

The sword spirit kept sighing that it has been a long time since its birth, and it is the first time that it has seen the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation canceled halfway.

"To be honest, is there some dirty deal between you and Tiandao?"

Well, the tone sounds a little sour in it.

"Fuck you, the old boy is getting more and more dishonest now."

Fan Denglong's face darkened and said cursingly.

"Could it be that pair of eyes?"

As for what the deity of the Dao of Heaven is, none of the great powers in the Heavenly Court is very clear, let alone Fan Denglong, a little rookie cultivating immortals.

"It would be a little scary if it were really a pair of eyes,"

I trembled, after all, I still felt a little uncomfortable thinking about it, and it really echoed the old saying, people are doing what the sky is watching.

"What's scary?"

The sword spirit started yelling again, the different treatment made it very tasty.

"You know a hammer,"

Fan Denglong also scolded, "At first I wanted to try the heat of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, but I had to be prepared for the day when I was about to cross the Tribulation and ascend. If I turn off the fire, I won't get anything."

After successfully surviving the thunder disaster, there are a series of benefits behind it.

With the seal of the real dragon in his hand, Fan Denglong felt that he should be able to carry it through.

"Hey, you can get cheap and act good. If you put it more than 2000 years ago, a person like you must have died."

Sword Spirit said sinisterly, "People who feel uncomfortable if they don't pretend to beep all day, the thunder and rain are all because of you bastard."

"The skill of speaking is getting more and more slippery now,"

Fan Denglong rolled his eyes, wondering where this old boy learned so many mantras.

"Let's go quickly, the movement is so loud, maybe we will attract some old monsters."

Sword Spirit didn't want to talk nonsense with Fan Denglong, so he took off directly, but the speed was not very fast.

"No, I'll give you the liquid, don't pretend to be dead."

Continually resisting three nine-day thunder tribulations, although the sword spirit consumed a lot of spiritual energy, it was not to the point of shaky, that is, it wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Not bad, very good."

With the spiritual energy in his hand, the sword spirit sped away from the sea and returned to the sky above Ji Liying.

"Now this world is really becoming more and more incomprehensible. The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation is so weak, how many ghosts are crying and fainting in the toilet."

Along the way, the sword spirit was chattering.

The corner of Fan Denglong's mouth twitched, "Ninety-nine out of ten people who failed to cross the catastrophe have lost their souls, and the rest are flourishing in other worlds."

The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation has weakened, which is good news for Fan Denglong.

"By the way, just now you said that Lin is an old monster. If this spreads to her ears, will you bend her even if she is seriously injured?"

"This sword spirit is not talking about that little girl Lin,"

Sword Spirit snorted coldly, can that kind of little angel who is at most a thousand years old be called an old monster?

So what has it become for more than 2000 years?

"Aren't there four-winged angels, are there other gods coming down to earth?"

"I don't have a common language with you, a cute newcomer. Let me tell you a word, read more, listen more and talk less."

Is this a contemptuous tone?

Now it's Yujian flying, and Fan Denglong doesn't want to argue with a sword spirit.

Finding a place in a dense forest, putting away the Liquan sword, Fan Denglong quickly returned to Coopenhagen with his light skills.

On the other side of the small hotel, a sudden explosion caused Li Xianghe's body to be covered in blood.When I entered the room to see Fan Denglong, he happened to fly out. At this time, the owner of the store below was also awakened. Li Xianghe jumped out of the window, started the car and fled directly.

During this period, Li Xianghe also called his boss Fan Denglong, but it was a pity that there was no answer for the time being.

Li Xianghe drove around in the city, his face was still slightly rosy as usual, he didn't look like a seriously injured person.

It wasn't until the sky was struck by thunder and lightning that he was startled suddenly, and said, "How is it possible that there are still monks who survive the tribulation in the mortal world where the aura is so thin?"

To tell the sky in one word, the former Li Xianghe couldn't do it.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when Fan Denglong called, that Li Xianghe's face suddenly turned gray, and he appeared weak in an instant.

"boss,"

Weakly picked up the phone.

"Are you seriously injured? Come meet at the road sign on the northern outskirts of the city."

"A little skin trauma, it's fine."

Li Xianghe replied, "I've been wandering around the city for a long time, please wait for me there for a while."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Denglong asked to himself, "What level does Yuqi flight need to reach?"

Ten drops of psychic liquid were spent tonight. According to the previous calculation, this is the loss of a small [-]. With this [-] to fly, I have traveled all over the world several times.

The exorbitant price of Yu Jian's flight is really unbearable, and it can't be seen by too many people, and it's not so shocking to pretend to beep.

"At your current speed, wait another seven or eighty years to see if you can do it."

Jian Ling snorted coldly, "Boy, tonight I helped you with three thunder calamities, don't be ignorant."

"Young master, I am a talent from heaven,"

Fan Denglong snorted a little unconvinced.

"It's not as good as two little guys,"

Fan Denglong, the persevering striker of Sword Spirit.

"What the hell, do you guys like to dispel my enthusiasm so much?"

Fan Denglong almost twisted his mouth in anger. It used to be He Yuexian, but now it was replaced by Sword Spirit.

"If you don't hit it, you won't be a weapon. You can resist it, can't you?"

Sword Spirit said cheerfully, with Fan Denglong's face that bullets can hardly penetrate, the so-called blow is just a drizzle.

While the two were arguing to pass the time, in a medieval-style castle located in the cold north of Gili, under the dim light, an old man wearing a black cloak and withered body was sitting on a tall chair.

Kneeling down was a man also wearing a black cloak, fearful and respectful.

"No one was found?"

The old man who had been silent for a long time spoke, his voice was old, and there was a decayed breath.

"Old Ancestor, I took people to search the nearby sea area, and found nothing at all."

The man at the bottom lowered his head and replied.

"If you can't find anyone, what are you doing back here?"

The old man stretched out his hand, which was covered with only a layer of skin and bones, and directly grabbed the neck of the next man, "This little thing can't be done well, what do you need?"

"Old Ancestor, please forgive me, Old Ancestor,"

The man died before he finished begging for mercy, because his neck had already been wrung off by the old man.

"What a waste,"

The old man kicked the corpse away, "You lost such a good opportunity, it's a damn sin."

On the chair behind him, there is a carved bat, and the gemstones in the eyes emit a bloody light.

(End of this chapter)