After time travel, I got rich by catching ghosts and selling talismans

Although 90.00% of the spiritual power in Cen Yuan's body was sealed by powerful seals, the weak spiritual power that escaped was enough to make him stronger than most warlocks.

During the last trip to Mount Taihua, if it wasn't for the fact that some traitors betrayed halfway and consumed Cen Yuan's spiritual power, and Cen Yuan had to take into account the safety of Master Shikong and others in the battle with those Fusang Onmyoji later on, he would I don't say that I can beat the group of onmyojis to the ground by myself, but I will definitely not come to the point of relying on Wu Xuan's help.

Even because of the strong dragon energy contained in his body, when he really wants to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, it may be smoother than Wu Xuan.

After all, the real dragon is a spiritual creature born from the essence of heaven and earth, and it is naturally superior to humans and monsters.

I just don't know how such a dragon, who is probably the only real dragon left in the world, could be sealed with dragon balls and spiritual power, leaving only one or two thousandths of his strength.

If Cen Yuan in his heyday...

Wu Xuan blinked, and flicked the bronze bracelet lightly with his lowered eyes.

With his current Mahayana cultivation base, I'm afraid he can barely fight to a tie.

But now that Cen Yuan hasn't recovered his cultivation, he's just a weak dragon...

I can only work and cook for him quietly and pitifully.

Grandmaster Wuxuan cruelly played with the light blue aura that secretly devoured the golden light of his merits, with a ruthless smile on his lips.

Cen Yuan's back felt cold, and he raised his hand to wipe away the yin energy from the corpse in front of him, then stood up with a slight frown, and turned his head to look over.

Seeing this, Wu Xuan raised his hand to wave to him again.

Rong Pei, who was identifying the remaining head-down technique on the corpse, paused, and the thin layer of mana condensed in her hand immediately began to fluctuate because of her momentary absence.

Master Miaozhen behind her frowned, but came over with a bit of distraction, and chanted Buddhist verses, the soft spiritual power of Buddhist words flowed through, and quickly stabilized her mind and the mana in her hands .

Rong Pei immediately concentrated his mind on his hands, controlled the thin magic power in his hands, sighed into the corpse in front of him, and said with a light sigh of relief: "It's Peng Jujiang."

She raised her head inadvertently, and saw Cen Yuan's tall and stern figure walking towards the handsome man who was standing under a tree not far away, looking casually without making a move.

"Little Pei." Just as she was thinking, Master Miaozhen's soft and mellow voice sounded in her ears, "There is still a dead body beside me."

"Well, good." Rong Pei replied softly.

Seeing this, Miaozhen frowned slightly, but could only sigh helplessly.

Wu Xuan looked at Cen Yuan who came over after disposing of the corpse, tilted his head, took out a handkerchief, frowned and said, "Wipe your hands."

Director Cen Yuan is kind and kind.

Although his hands didn't touch those corpses at all.

Wu Xuan watched him stuff his handkerchief into his coat pocket very naturally, his brows slightly moved.

Fellow Daoist Cen is really thrifty.

But if Fellow Daoist Cen likes it, he is so cute and generous, of course he won't care about it.

Wu Xuan quietly gave his newcomer a compliment in his heart, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It's really just a little bit, it still looks very aloof and Tsinghua.

Cen Yuan's eyes paused slightly on the slight curvature of his lips, and then he said calmly, "Friend Wu Dao."

Wu Xuan: "?"

Cen Yuan fell silent again.

Wu Xuan didn't urge him, and flicked the bronze bracelet on his wrist, and grabbed the aura that had gradually turned pale gold wrapped around it on his fingertips, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

He rubbed the wisp of aura over and over again, shaking tremblingly, and rubbed it against his fingertips flatteringly, while stealthily absorbing the faint aura scattered in the air without hesitation.

Wu Xuan was about to be amused by its ghostly appearance.

Although Cen Yuan is a weak dragon now, he has the inheritance of the dragon clan—although he was almost sealed together, his knowledge is still much higher than that of ordinary warlocks. He recognized Wu Xuan's fingertips at a glance. The wisp of aura exuding a faint dragon aura.

Well, it's still very familiar.

He hesitated to speak, Master Wuxuan smiled lightly, pinched the wisp of aura that had been stolen, and then let go and sent it back to Cen Yuan's hand: "Take it."

The wisp of spiritual energy stopped in Cen Yuan's palm, Cen Yuan looked at Wu Xuan with a slightly deep gaze, and called out, "Friend Wu Dao."

Naturally, he also felt the golden light of merit from this aura.

Wu Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him: "Huh?"

Cen Yuan: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xuan stretched out his hand impatiently, and took out the small cakes and snacks in his pocket, and put the other hand directly on his shoulder, leaning his upper body lightly. In the past, he asked, "Friend Daoist Cen, I have a question for you."

Cen Yuan paused slightly, his brows and eyes were cold: "Friend Wu Dao, please ask."

He thought for a while, and then said: "If possible, I promise to answer every question."

Wu Xuan lowered his body, and his smooth long hair slid down from his shoulders, arousing a brilliant brilliance under the sun: "Would you like to share some of the golden light of your merits with me?"

That's right, Cen Yuan always comes to steal my spiritual energy, so he wants to come back in a fair manner!

Grandmaster Wu Xuan was very righteous.

The cold breath lingered in his ears, Cen Yuan's ears moved, and the earlobes were quietly stained with a touch of pink.

Wu Xuan raised his head slightly, looked at him with bright eyes, and said fiercely, "Will you give it?!"

Director Cen Yuan was quite steady, and he didn't lose his footing at all. After thinking deeply for a second, he agreed bluntly, "Okay."

As his words fell, the thick layer of virtuous golden light on his body suddenly rippled for a while, and then a dense golden light the size of a palm separated out and fell into Wu Xuan's hand.

Wu Xuan: "!!!"

Fellow Daoist Cen is really... generous.

The virtuous golden light circled back and forth in Wu Xuan's hand, and then found the bronze bracelet on Wu Xuan's wrist, and slipped into it with a "snap".

Very self-conscious, can be called a model of meritorious deeds!

Cen Yuan looked at Wu Xuan's beautiful eyebrows, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Is that enough?"

It was as if he continued to push the golden light of merit to him if he said it was not enough!

Master Wuxuan probed his spiritual sense, and felt the golden light of merit that was returned a hundred times by Cen Yuan hovering in the bracelet, and said with a complicated mood: "...that's enough."

The pink color on the tip of Director Cen Yuan's ears gradually faded, he coughed calmly and calmly, and said in a deep voice: "If it's not enough, just ask me for more."

Wu Xuan: "..."

After a while, a smile flashed between his brows and eyes, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "Okay."

"Since Fellow Daoist Cen said so, then this deity will not be polite."

This was the first time he called himself "the deity" in front of Cen Yuan. The moment he opened his mouth, it seemed that a vast sea of ​​stars surged along with him. Yuan, the rest of the people, such as Yuan Baobao and Rong Pei, all looked as if they didn't realize it.

Cen Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he almost fell backwards under the pressure of Wu Xuan's breath.

However, after all, he has walked in the world for more than a thousand years. Even though he has a powerful seal in his body, his will is extremely strong. He lowered his head and looked at Wu Xuan.

Wu Xuan withdrew his breath, stood up straight, and threw the wisps of virtuous spiritual energy that he had synthesized just now on Cen Yuan: "You have just broken through, so you should store this spiritual energy first, and continue to refine it when the realm is stable."

Cen Yuan held the spiritual energy, and showed a faint smile, and his indifferent voice seemed to soften a little: "Okay."

"I remember."

"You don't ask?" He was so calm, but Wu Xuan became a little curious, raised his eyebrows, and asked.

Cen Yuan stood quietly at the side, his eyes as deep and indifferent as obsidian lightly fell on Wu Xuan's body.He nodded and replied, "Actually, I'm a little curious."

The seal on his body is not a secret, and the few above and the old people in the bureau also vaguely know his physical condition——

Although it sounds a bit unpleasant to say, Cen Yuan has a seal in his body, which is actually something that makes the higher-ups feel at ease.

After all, it is a society ruled by law now. Although the power of metaphysics is strong, humans without metaphysical talent always occupy the majority.They can develop science through wisdom, but they cannot control the mysterious and ethereal metaphysics.

A powerful warlock, even if he does not use his own power to do evil, is still dangerous.

And a sealed head of the affairs bureau who is strong but not so strong is undoubtedly more reassuring than a head of the affairs bureau who has no shackles and is incomparably powerful.

But as a real monk, who would like to have a time bomb buried in his body and be imprisoned by it for the rest of his life?

Cen Yuan's inheritance was almost sealed together with his cultivation. He didn't remember the past, but only remembered the past few hundred years.

But he always felt that those things he had forgotten were very important.

Very important.

And the last time... Although he was in the state of breaking through after being injured, he actually had a perception of what happened in the outside world. The spiritual energy that Wu Xuan sent to his body gave him the feeling that it came from the source The same, but with the aura of golden light of merit, after entering his body, it actually rubbed a little gap in the impregnable seal.

As the seal was broken, the sealed aura flowed out, and even his inherited memory seemed to recover a little bit.

Only a little.

The fuzzy silhouette carries the breath of the dusty spring wind and snow for a long time.

Cen Yuan lost his mind slightly, Wu Xuan took his gaze away from him, and said lightly: "Actually, I'm also curious."

I really want to know what the prototype of Cen Yuan's little beauty is!

You can also get a wave of merit and golden light as a handling fee by the way!

Not a loss.

Rub hands.

Cen Yuan felt cold behind his back: "...Huh?"

The author has something to say: Brother Xuan: Okay, you actually secretly had a white moonlight without telling me!

Bureau Cen: I'm not, I haven't...

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