Reborn from Another World to Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 93.Who is crooked?

The atmosphere in the warehouse was a little awkward, and the elf shouted Hada!He went up and kicked Mo Zhitong hard in the face with his pink and fleshy little feet, and said angrily:
"You are so uncivilized! Why are you scolding me! Don't think that I am from another world and you don't know that you are scolding me! Your father taught me!"

Mo Zhitong was inexplicably slapped in the face and couldn't react.

Then he said amusedly:
"Don't get me wrong, I said my spell is to get out."

The elf retracted his little feet and disliked the sweat on Mo Zitong's face. He rubbed his little feet together and curled his lips and said unhappily:

"You are really just like your out-of-the-ordinary father, a joking optimist, and a foul-mouthed and out-of-shape, that's all right, all right, you hurry up and fight, I'll come back to you if there's anything else. Time is running out now No time to gossip about trifles."

"So where is my father now? Are he and my mother safe? How are they?"

The elf scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a long time but didn't say anything. At the last moment, he disappeared immediately.

Mo Zitong originally wanted to ask a few more questions about his father, but when he saw the elf disappeared and everyone was still working hard outside, he had no other thoughts.

After her hands and feet recovered, she saw a black magic circle on her left hand. Anyway, try this magic circle first!
Mo Zitong held the shovel in the warehouse and said softly...

"Fuck off."

The shovel disappeared instantly!
The elf's words flashed in her ears.

"Congratulations on your first successful sacrifice! Your storage backpack has been decided before. I took a look and the one I gave you is similar to this form, except mine is more beautiful, so I simply expanded the grid for you. , you now have 200 grids. As for the things you get from sacrifices, if you have to fight today, I will make an exception for you to sacrifice unlimitedly. From now on, you can only sacrifice up to two things every day, corresponding to the supplies given to you. One is the thing you need most in your subconscious, and the other is the good thing specially sacrificed to you. The power of this thunder is still enough, you can use it by throwing it! You hurry up and fight! We will talk about other things later! After all, Now that second-rate system is following you, I can’t always show up!”

Mo Zitong began to sacrifice all the usable things in the warehouse in the form of getting out!
Some can be exchanged for Hong Tianlei, and some can't be exchanged for some black iron stone mothers.

Anyway, regardless of whether she was losing money or not, she finally exchanged a dozen Thunderbolts!
The Thunderbolt is like a small glass ball, the texture is the same as the glass balls I played with when I was a child, only the color is taupe, not very beautiful.

Mo Zitong took a few in his hand, and stored the rest in the storage bag.

When she came to the outskirts of the warehouse, she sprinkled the realgar powder along the mountain top,

Looking at the place where Huang Pizi climbed up, he secretly dropped two thunderbolts, and the sound of bangs stunned everyone.

Qingfeng Guanquan regarded it as Huang Pizi's method, so he didn't care.

Huang Pizi was shocked and killed nearly a hundred of them in an instant.

When Mo Zitong saw that this thing was a bit powerful and easier to use than her ability, she grabbed the yellow-skinned corpses with her left hand and sacrificed them, and used the thunderbolt with her right hand.

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck off!"

"Get out of here!"

There were more and more Thunderbolts in her backpack, and she became more and more excited, as if every pore was stretched. This was the exhilaration of a fierce war!

She cursed in her heart...

Oh shit.

This is the wool from the sheep.

Let you dare to come here to show off your might, and sacrifice you all today!I will die for my wife!
She also threw some thunderbolts down the mountain, and was wary of what would come up from below.

The situation was originally a [-]-[-] split, but with the blessing of Mo Zitong's thunderous throw, Qingfengguan had the upper hand.

After all the Huang Pizi on the mountain were killed, Huang Santai ended the fight with the old abbot.

The two lights and shadows separated and settled in an instant.

"Old man! What the hell is this kid! He's like a barrel of explosives, hurting countless of my descendants!"

Mo Zitong saw that Mrs. Huang was coming to ask questions, so she quickly hid behind the third uncle, and sneaked her left hand into the pile of Huang Pizi's corpses, muttering:

"Get out, get out, get out!"

The cold-faced Guan Gong and the third uncle were already ready to die, and their expressions were tough and tragic.

Then he heard Mo Zitong nagging there, turned around and asked in a low voice with concern:

"Qingfengguan can't utter obscene language, you, a junior, can't do that."

Mo Zitong paused for a moment, knowing that he had lost his composure just now, he smiled at the three uncles and said:
"I'm sorry. I'm a little excited... I pay attention, I pay attention, I won't talk about it next time."

Then he began to recite silently, and he was relieved to see the number of Huang Pizi's corpses decreased and the number of Hong Tianlei increased.

Thankfully, silent recitation is feasible, otherwise, if this matter can be overcome, her original good image will be gone!

After accumulating forty thunderbolts in his hands, Mo Zitong heaved a sigh of relief and stood up straight.

That's almost enough. Let's blast whoever comes!
At this moment, Grandma Huang's kind face was still on her face, but murderous aura suddenly appeared around her, and her tone of voice was extremely vicious...

"This little Taoist temple of yours actually has such lightning skills! I underestimated you! But wait for the snakes to come over! You are still finished! Why don't you surrender! How about I let you live, old lady?"

When Mo Zitong heard about the snake hole, she remembered that there was still a bag of realgar powder at hand, so she quickly picked up the realgar powder and ran to the side to distribute it.

Physical defense, magic attack, and thunder, if she doesn't kill them all, she won't be named Mo!
But no matter how she called the Mastiff Spirit system in her heart, the Mastiff Spirit never appeared again, which made her a little worried.

"You little doll, can you be a bit like everyone else, the abbot is standing there, what are you doing here!"

Grandma Huang Santa couldn't bear to see Mo Zhitong working there, and she was so angry that her teeth itched.

Just now, it was because this girl exploded like a keg of explosives that her descendants lost so much!
...and now it's busy again.

Mo Zhitong sprinkled realgar powder down the mountain and threw Hong Tianlei and said:
"Hey, you don't care what I do, I'm just a pawn and an artillery piece. You fight yours, I'll do my job. How can I, a junior like you, remember you? You're busy, you're busy …Do not bother me."

After finishing speaking, he threw another thunderbolt down.

This time she didn't throw it secretly, the meaning of Huang Santai's milk was already obvious just now, and it seemed too wretched for her to hide it.

The sound of thunder and thunder shook the sky, as if thunder and lightning were thundering in the sky.

Taking advantage of the confrontation between the two sides, Mo Zitong got into the pile of Huang Pizi's corpses again, and began to sacrifice the pile of corpses to another world.

She didn't know what this other world was for, nor where it was.

It is even more unclear what is going on in the world of Mastiff Ling and Ari.

But at this moment, I can help Qingfengguan get through this catastrophe, and let everyone get through this catastrophe...

No matter what other world or upper world it is, it is a good world!
(End of this chapter)