Chapter 344 Let the God of Wealth lose his power

Lu Ziqing promised Yue Shiyu: "No. I guarantee it for Senior Sister Xie!"

If Xie Wushuang is really the figure he once saw in the East China Sea Palace, then to Xie Wushuang, all the property and magic weapons of all people combined are just a drop in the bucket. And just her little red box,

The capacity is completely different from others. For example, if the Qiankun bag you got is a thirty-square bag rewarded by Novice Village, then Xie Wushuang's small box is at least a treasure house level of more than one thousand squares. Everyone has it.

Her space magic weapon was almost emptied, and Zhou Jingqi threw all the five-color stones in, which was equivalent to a small mountain, and this small box was not full. The value of her small red box alone was already a rare treasure.

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Xie Wushuang glanced at Haishen, who was concentrating on picking up corpses. Haishen continued to accumulate wealth and became huge. At this time, he was almost two feet tall. His body was no longer getting taller, but the wealth on his body became stronger and golden appeared.

Yellow arrogance.

Xie Wushuang said: "Time is running out. Let's do a final check. Anything that you will regret or feel distressed about if you lose it must be thrown in. On your hands, on your head, important rings, hairpins, weapons, even if it is very special

You can’t keep any shoes you like. There is no regret medicine.”

Everyone checked again and found it was gone.

Yue Shiyu asked: "Can you remember whose they belong to? Can I get them back later?"

Xie Wushuang said: "Well, I can't."

As he spoke, he chopped the small red box into pieces with a sword.

Everyone suddenly screamed in unison: "Ah——!"

The big vulture’s hair is standing on end. It really loves those books!

The little red box disappeared, it disappeared!

He didn't have time to wonder why Xie Wushuang could disappear in the divine realm of Horror God, and why he could break through the influence of the Mirage Demonic Mist and talk to himself. The Horror God's voice was like thunder, piercing through the Mirage Demonic Mist,

In the confusion, he said: "Haha, you seem to be different from ordinary mortals."

But as the fingers of the terrifying god left, everyone fell to the ground, their souls returned to their positions, gasping for air, and no actual harm was done.

Lu Ziqing immediately released the demonic mist, first using the demonic power of killing evil spirits to create some water vapor, and then turned it into a mirage demonic mist, hiding everyone in the demonic mist.

Xie Wushuang said: "Cut off your desires and have no desires or desires."

The God of Horror pinched Lu Ziqing and admired it: "You are very valuable! Just the idea of ​​​​numerizing damage is very interesting. I feel that it contains huge commercial value!"

Lu Ziqing and others were all dumbfounded. She, she, she really donated money and ran away?

Li Waner whispered: "Senior Sister Xie is not this kind of person."

Everyone's minds are blank, nothing, nothing!

Xie Wushuang's figure also disappeared in an instant when everyone was horrified, disappearing in a flash.

Lu Ziqing was shocked. This was not the routine of the God of Horror. This was his own! It was the habitual thinking deep in his soul that was revealed by the God of Horror. Just like the artifact of the Xiannong Vein, it would reflect the soul.

inertial thinking.

The blade of the sword had no effect on the body of the horror god, and could not break through the body-protecting aura of the horror god. Lu Ziqing tried hard for a long time, and a red damage number floated on the body of the horror god: "-1".
Chapter completed!