Plundering the Heavens

"Being into the starry sky requires too much preparation, but one of the most important things is that the little heavenly king has already!"

In the shrine of the gods, Fang Xun found the old slave who named Zhaohe. This old man was already waiting for him to come. He was seen in the shrine, and he did not speak much. He would take a jade around him. Jane took it, read it carefully, and whispered.

"I have it?"

Fang Xing took a look and looked serious: "Do you mean my courage and courage?"

The old man of Showa looked at him and said: "It is a small world, that is, a shrine, the Lord God has given you!"

Fang Xing made it very speechless, but it was so thick and thick, and only waved his hand: "Then you sell less, and hurry to say the rest!"

The Showa old slave calmed his face and did not have a half-face expression. He continued: "On the road, there is nothingness, endless danger, especially now that you are just a fairy, and you are entering the boundless star field that is very dangerous for the true fairy. There are many crises in the crisis. If there is no small world body, it can be said that it is difficult to move. Therefore, it is said that this small world is the first priority, it is like a sect of a monk. With a boat, the second important thing is huge. The water supplies, although you have now achieved the body of the immortal, has long been to the realm of the fireworks, the aura can survive, but in the boundless star, still mind, prepare more supplies Good..."

"The water...and the wine..."

Fang nodded: "...requires preparation!"

"Further, you need to prepare a lot of spirits, the more the better, there is no limit!"

"Spirit...OK!"

The square line is a little bit awkward. Nowadays, he has not used spirits for a long time. After all, he is now making great progress. He has already achieved the body of the celestial beings, and between the vomiting and vomiting, the meal is full of radiance, and the mana naturally comes. If you are fine, then you really don't know how much you need to learn, but it's a big deal. Since this old slave has made a special trip, then you will listen to it!

"In addition to the above things, there are still a few things that must be prepared, that is, all kinds of spirits, all kinds of symbols, offensive and defensive changes, healing and detoxification, slinging, all kinds of effects, all the total It is better to prepare as much as possible. There are too many variables in the starry sky. Even if you don't need it, you will never get it when you need it. You should understand this truth?"

"Understood, you continue to say!"

The two said that one record, it took a full half-day effort, and the Showa old slave said that the general matter was transparent. According to him, this is still a rough explanation. Fang Xingjiao, has been urging, has saved a large chapter, and after finishing these things, he has also pointed out from the treasury that the Lord has given a thousand cents of gold to the side and a starry object. When he came out to him, it was a good thing. When he took this fairy gold, his expression was extremely serious.

"What is the use of this thing?"

Fang Xing also frowned slightly, and took over the thousand cents.

Earlier, he had already received two hundred and two cents of gold from the two kings of God, but he did not know what to do.

"When you enter the starry sky, put this gold in the shrine, knowing the beauty!"

At the last minute, the Showa old slaves sold their customs and refused to speak out.

"Don't dare to put a big garlic in front of Xiaoye..."

The party was very annoyed, and took a sip at the door of the shrine, and took things away.

Now that time is tight, he has no time to delay. The Lord God did not give him everything. He gave him some things that were not, but important things, but some were able to collect them in Tianyuan. The materials that I arrived at only mentioned a little, let him prepare for himself, and now it’s been five days since I left the nine-headed worm. He is also worried about it, one step a night, the dragon girl. The danger is even greater, so it is necessary to race against time!

After leaving the Fengchan Mountain, Fang Xing walked away from the clouds and took a deep breath from the empty space.

A decision that made him quite excited was done!

"It's time to prepare the supplies!"

Observing the target secretly, I have chosen a Xianshan Taoist temple under the control of the gods in a short time. It is also a heritage, with hundreds of disciples practicing. In today’s dying practice, this is already a big party. The party is also welcome, and when the mind is moving, it will come down in a mighty manner, screaming at the fierce wind, and stepping on the highest peak of this system!

"No, what happened?"

"There are strong enemies coming..."

"Who is this, dare to swear at my Shinto?"

"God, is the adult of the gods coming again?"

This side of the system is the effect of the court, under the control of the court of the traditional practice, where I have seen these postures, a moment of horror, the mountain has a few rich atmosphere, like to shoot, but a sense of the square The three breaths of the robbery that came out of the line suddenly caught the sound, and even the meaning of a little appeared was gone. Instead, a pair of people were afraid of finding their way, and they were full of chaos for a long time. The long-haired Taoist squadron rushed into the air, and took a long dagger. The trembling asked: "I don't know where the predecessors are sacred? If I have a sinful place in the Shinto shrine, please do not blame the seniors. ......"

"There is no place to offend me..."

Fang Xingxiao, who squatted in the air, looked at the film below with great interest.

"That... the predecessors came, I don't know what to do?"

The long-haired man was frightened, and he really couldn’t lift much in the face of the robbery.

"Small lord, I am the first little priest in the court. You can hear the truth." You have heard of me?"

I listened to the door and reported it to the door. Then I looked at the face of the smile. The long-haired man suddenly shook. His face looked like a ghost. He directly worshipped the ground and shivered. He came for ordinary practitioners. It is said that this devil is really the first nightmare, especially for the practitioners under the court, fearing that it is not the king of God and the god, he is afraid...

"Tongtian Xiaoshengjun is coming to visit, that... there is a long way to meet, I don't know what it is... advice?"

"Oh, I am a big man in the court. You are the people of the court. Then you said that it should be..."

Fang Xing smiled, carefully pondered the words, then two fingers, whispered: "Give me some taxes?"

"Tax payment?"

The long-haired man was directly stunned, and he only reacted for a long while: "Should be supposed to, how much do you want to know?"

"This taste is really different!"

Fang Xing felt a sigh of relief, and then straightened up: "Millions of pounds of meat, 10 lakes, a good wine 10,000 altars, one hundred and eighty categories of Ling Dan, a variety of categories to a hundred, Yuan Yingxiu The spirit of refining comes with 100,000 yuan. In addition, there are various kinds of symbols to make a hundred and eighty pounds... Hey, if there are beautiful fairies, there are a few. If you have nothing to do, you can pass the time..."

"Hey... why don't you grab it?"

Rao is the long-haired man who is afraid of being afraid of death, and he has done a lot of bleeding to send away the preparations for this blasphemy. But when he listens to the request of the party, he still can’t help but scream. The appearance is clearly scared and lost reason!

Not only him, but even the few breaths that have just been hidden, have once again surfaced, and even quite hostile.

It is really too far from the square!

That meat is tens of kilograms, and the ten lakes are still over, even if it is a good wine, a thousand squares, can bear...

But in the back, what is one hundred and eighty kinds of Ling zero, one hundred and one hundred, and the spirit of refining the monks of the Yuan Ying realm is 100,000. This is simply nonsense. They are also a small temple. The forces have been counted in the current practice of dying, but they are the first-class sects, but even if they sell their entire audience, they will not be able to sell this price...

They are under the rule of the court, according to the truth, they are required to pay taxes. However, although the party is a small priest, it does not have its own territory. Strictly speaking, he is really worthless. Second, he is not qualified to collect this tax. The sentence is not good. He went to the Shinto Hospital to collect taxes. In fact, it was an autumn wind. He made such an unreasonable request, and the long-habited people collapsed directly...

It was a mourning for the long-habited Daoist, but the party looked at him with a look of eccentricity, a natural appearance.

"I was robbing..."

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As the dean of the Shinto shrine spurted a spurt of old blood on the mountain, another catastrophe began after the descendant of the Protoss in the Tianyuan cultivating world. It is also the devil’s head that is now difficult to distinguish between good and evil in the eyes of the world. Starting from the northern part of Shenzhou, a unified road in the road grabbed the past, and the name was taxed. In fact, it was robbery. If it was not given, it would either collapse the mountain gate or hard grab the treasure house. No matter what kind of panacea, the magic weapon, the unification is sweeping away, there is nothing left!

These Taoism, the natural heart is not willing to reluctantly, but in front of the absolute strength and status of the party, who dares to resist?

It stands to reason that they are under the control of the gods, and naturally they should be protected by the protoss, but unfortunately even the three great kings do not dare to provoke him. It seems that the gods have imposed strict orders on these three gods, and they are strictly forbidden at this time. Raise the party...

All kinds of complaints and sorrowful documents were handed over to the Fengchan Mountain Gods Palace as snow flakes. Even the Showa old slave who temporarily replaced the gods here to deal with various issues had a headache and had to disturb the Lord once again. I want her to help out with an idea, but the Lord God only listened for a moment and then silenced for a while, then it was a "squeaky" laugh, and the answer was clear: "Forget it, let him go." It is this little guy, and the last big gift for the monk of Tianyuan is good..." (To be continued.)