Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara looks down at all living beings, its colorful face is mottled under the light of the wall lamp, the rosette under the body is floating with spotty warm-colored light spots, thousands of sticks of incense are inserted in the censer in front of him, and the smoke handle is like a thick fog. The petals in front of the rosette are a little blackened, as if covered with a layer of pot ash.

"Where is your sincerity?" the voice asked.

"Sincerity?" The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, stood up in a daze, rushed to a pilgrim offering incense, grabbed the incense with her full hand, inserted it into the incense burner, and said tremblingly:

"I can offer incense, every day, morning and evening."

"I can do it too!" The male cultivator knelt on the ground and crawled to the front, knowing that he was one step behind the female cultivator, so he kowtowed repeatedly, "I am better than her, I will do whatever you want me to do!"

The voice said slowly: "There are many people enshrining this deity. This deity doesn't need such useless things. Come up with something practical."

"Actually..." The female cultivator froze in place.

The male cultivator rolled his eyes, pushed the female cultivator away, and said with red eyes: "I, I can offer this hand too, as long as I don't want my life!"

The female cultivator staggered two steps and fell to the ground. She looked at the male cultivator in disbelief, her throat was astringent.

"Are you crazy……"

"I'm not crazy, it's you who's crazy!" The male cultivator snapped and pointed at her with his intact finger, his neck was red and swollen with anger, and ferocious veins appeared on it.

"Aren't you going to rob me?! Overestimate your capabilities! When I ascend, I will be the first to kill you bitch!"

Wang Bo was quietly watching the development of the matter, and when he heard the word Feisheng, his eyes darkened.

Another ascension?

"Fulfill your wish, and you will have the strength to become an immortal."

As soon as the voice fell, a strong golden light erupted from the male cultivator's body, his eyes were bright, and he felt the strong spiritual power flowing freely in his body.

"Hahahahahaha, I'm a fake pill! I've got a golden pill!...Ah!"

The excited words finally ended with a scream.

The male cultivator's neck was broken, his eye sockets were about to burst, and he stared at the person who broke his neck.

Wang Bo slowly loosened his fingers one by one, took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers, stared at the person who fell on the ground, his eyelids lifted, and said coldly: "Two people are enough for Feisheng, you are not qualified. "

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the female cultivator and smiled coldly: "My good junior sister, are you going to ascend as well?"

The female cultivator let out a cry, her body trembling like a shudder.

"Answer me, ah, do you also want to ascend?" With a flash of his figure, Wang Bo grabbed the nun's neck and raised it, "Do you want to ascend one by one?"

"No...no...cough cough cough...don't want to..." The female cultivator was almost out of breath, and her survival instinct made her squeeze out these few words.

"Don't want to? I think you really want to." Wang Bo tightened his hands and increased his strength, "It's not good to lie."

"Let go...I...crazy..."

The female cultivator was aware of his thoughts and struggled frantically, but Mayfly could not be compared with Haoyue. The next moment, her body bulged and was thrown by Wang Bo onto the red case where the tribute was placed.

The red case was broken in half, and the tribute on it rolled to the ground together with the silver plate, which was extremely tragic.

The right hand of the female cultivator was broken, and the blood stained the silver plate. She was holding on to the ground, and just struggling to get up, Wang Bo lifted her foot and pressed her firmly to the ground.

Wang Bo smiled and said, "It's your honor to die at the hands of a strong man."

"What do you wish for?" the voice sounded in despair.

The female cultivator's face was covered with blood. She grabbed the melon and fruit in her hand and opened her mouth.

I want Wang Bo to die without a whole body, and his soul will fly away!

"me!"

The female cultivator's body was crushed to the extreme by Wang Bo's coercion, it bulged into a ball, exploded, and blood mist sprayed Wang Bo all over.

"Master..." Feng Changan pulled Yun Xu's clothes and hid back, "I'm so scared."

Yun Xu patted him on the shoulder symbolically, squinting at the broken red cases and overturned melons and fruits, the emotions in his eyes were surging, making it difficult to see clearly.

Wang Bo got rid of potential hazards, straightened his back, and walked in front of the two: "What are you looking at? What's so interesting, don't forget the purpose of this time is to kill demons one by one."

"What do you wish for?" The voice sounded again without warning.

"What do you wish for?"

When asked the third time, Wang Bo said: "Why, you don't have a wish?" Although he said you verbally, he looked at Feng Chang'an.

"No..." The young man muttered two words and hid behind his master.

Wang Bo smiled meaningfully: "It's good to have no wishes."

Seeing this, Yun Xu asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting." Wang Bo denied it, and turned to go to the pawnshop. "Go up there and see what ghosts and ghosts are there. After all, I will become a fairy soon, and I will save some good fortune for myself."