Some people believe him at first sight, and Wuhua is such a person. Yang Jiu has a good impression of him at first sight and thinks he is a person who can be trusted. However, when he put the Linglong Jade Coffin in front of the Wonderful Monk and saw his calm expression, he was still surprised.

"You must not be moved? You are really a rare person in the world." Yang Jiu said in surprise.

"Why am I moved? This thing is a treasure in the eyes of all people in the world, but it is not very useful in the eyes of the little monk. I don't need to use it to compete for the world. It can neither increase my happiness by one point, but will bring endless troubles to people. Why am I moved by this thing?" Wuhua asked back.

The thoughtlessness and thoughtlessness he practiced has been achieved. He can achieve a state of calmness and unmovedness when facing anything.

"Have you heard of Piaomiao Peak?" Wuhua asked suddenly.

"Of course I have heard of it, but I haven't seen it. When I have time one day, I will go and see it, and hunt and so on." Yang Jiu said.

"Piaomiao Peak is in the Tianshan Mountains of Tianzhou, surrounded by clouds and mist. Many years ago, Piaomiao Peak was a large mountain with full of spiritual energy. Many years ago, my senior brother Wuxiang and I were practicing on the mountain, but Wuxiang was greedy for fun, eating, drinking, gamble and do everything. We like to go to the mountains and lakes of Yunhuang to see the scenery. You should know that these nine provinces actually only account for a very small part of Yunhuang Continent." Wuhua said.

"Yes, I understand." Yang Jiu said.

"So, I am practicing alone on Piaomiao Peak. Gradually, I realized that Piaomiao Peak is actually spiritual. My divine thoughts and the spiritual thoughts of the mountain are integrated, and my cultivation is increased at a speed of thousands of miles a day. After practicing this way for many years, suddenly one day, the tall Piaomiao Peak collapsed. I opened my eyes and found that the entire mountain had collapsed and the spiritual energy of the mountain disappeared, as if the mountain had died, but... the peak was still there, floating in the air." Wuhua said.

"This mountain has been refined by you!" Yang Jiuda was shocked.

"Yes, Piaomiao Peak originally had a huge spiritual vein. The entire spiritual vein was all spiritual jade. I don't know how many of it was refined by me. I refined it into a spiritual holy body and refined a green jade lotus in the mountain. Senior Brother Wuxiang searched for the spiritual vein in Yunhuang. Unexpectedly, the spiritual vein was on Piaomiao Peak. He came back and said, Wuhua, I worked hard to escape, even betrayed my appearance. I have been a beggar who has been stealing chickens and dogs, a duck, a emperor, and a touch of some jade girls in the nine major sects... In order to find out where there is the spiritual vein, you are okay, you do nothing at home, and you have destroyed the foundation of the master's sect. Now there is only a floating mountain bag left, you can do it!" Wuhua's face showed a shallow smile.

"No wonder, the entire jade mountain has been refined by you. This Tianji Jade Coffin is not very useful to you. I am more at ease to keep it here. You can't run away every day with the coffin on your back!" Yang Jiu said.

"Haha, since you don't worry, why did you arrange the little girl by my side?" Wuhua said with a smile.

Hongxiu waved the white bone whip in front of the tent, and the whip drew circles one after another, circles one after another, and large and small circles.

"I always think that it is better to leave this to men to do the fight and killing." Yang Jiudao asked again, "Monkey Miao, your thoughtlessness and thought fruit has truly been cultivated to the state of not being moved by all things?"

"Of course!" Wuhua said.

"That's good, then I'll be relieved." Yang Jiu said.

Although he had practiced the state of selflessness and forgetfulness, seeing Yang Jiu take out one martial saint body after another from the Tianji Ring, wielding the evil moon knife to cramp and peel off the skin and bones, Wuhua was still shocked and changed his face. He hurriedly avoided it from afar, thinking: "This person, you really dare to do anything!"

...

He is worthy of being a figure who has become a spiritual body. He is released from the Wuxiang Wunian Qinglian Realm, merged with the surrounding mountains, and concealed the military camp seamlessly. However, despite this, Yang Jiu's refining and transforming the bones of the Martial Saint was too loud, which still alarmed many people.

Ding Xue was restored to a blood cauldron. Yang Jiu used the spirit of the spirit as fire to refine thirty-six blood demon arrows and thirty-six blood demon pills. He threw the evil moon knife in and tempered it, almost refined the sword into another blood-transforming demon sword. Finally, he threw the black dragon suit on his body into and refine it, and refined a set of armor with evil spirits.

"Hehe, Monk Miao, you have the Piaomiao Peak Spirit Vein, I don't have it, and I don't plan to go to the world to find those things. Don't there be so many martial saints in the world, and there are so many powerful souls? Just grab them and refine them, and you will have everything?"

When he appeared in front of Wuhua in armor and holding the Evil Moon Sword, the muscles on Wuhua's face jumped, "Oh my God, you Hell Shura!"

"How about it? Do you dare to try my knife?"

The sword light covered Wuhua's head like a horse, and the sword energy dispersed, and a blood dragon was vaguely seen flying in it.

"Puff!" The Evil Moon Knife fell on Wuhua's white palm, and spider silk cracks appeared on his palm. Then white air surged out from the cracks, and the wound healed immediately. Five drops of white and bright blood oozed out from Wuhua's fingers. He grabbed his jade palm gently and grabbed the blade. Five drops of blood oozed into the Evil Moon Knife, and the knife immediately turned from blood red to snow-white.

"Good sword!" Yang Jiu took the sword away and instantly put it into the Tianji Ring. "Miao Seng Wuhua, it's really wonderful. Even the hostility in his blood has been completely refined. How many levels of thunder tribulation have you overcome?"

Wuhua had a bitter face, "I knew you wanted to make an idea of ​​me, but I still wanted my blood."

"Of course!" Yang Jiu was confident, "I finally refined such a cool armor. It was shocking to wear it! Now that I have the blood of a martial arts master, I have to have a bowl of immortal blood!"

Yang Jiu took out a crystal clear jade bowl.

"You're simply killing me!" Wuhua's fingers slashed, and a hole was cracked in his palm. He saw his muscles crystal white and there was no blood. The white and bright blood flowed out. About half a bowl of it. He put away his palm, and the wound healed in a short while.

"This blood is better than any spiritual medicine in the world, thank you!" Yang Jiu was very happy and shouted again: "Six gods, come out!"

"Swish swish swish swish..." The six souls of the natal beings flew out in their bodies, and Wuhua's face changed again and again when he saw it.

"You enslave other people's souls and are so sinful. How can you suppress this resentment in the future?" Wuhua's surprises this day exceeded the sum of the past five hundred years!

"Hmph, I'm in my heart, I can calm down anything!" Yang Jiu said, picked up the jade bowl and drank all the blood in one mouthful, leaving no drop left!

Then he took off his armor, stretched out his right palm, pressed his ring finger and little finger with his thumb, stretched out his middle finger and index finger, and formed a sword finger. The left fingernail gently stroked the two fingers and cut two holes. He concentrated his mind and calmed down, and saw a bright red blood qi burst out from his fingers. In the bright red light, there were golden lights. The blood qi condensed like a small gun, and it quickly wrote on the armor.

Each character is written in gold and silver, and is upright, written on the armor and seeps into the armor. The armor refined in the black dragon suit is extremely tough, and even the Martial Saint is difficult to pierce through it with one shot. He condenses blood energy into a gun, and writes it on it, so the difficulty can be imagined.

Every stroke condenses his spiritual will, and a splendor of light spewed out from the top of his head. At this moment, his spiritual will seemed to be integrated with the sky. The book says: "The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the others are called Haoran, and the vastness is the darkness!"

With each stroke, the evil spirit on the armor will be reduced by a minute. After the final "Peihu Sai Cangming" is finished, the evil spirit will be collected.

The originally dark black dragon suit is now like frost and snow!

"Now, use this knife in your hand and a gun in your palm to meet the heroes of the world!" Yang Jiu took out the Evil Moon Sword and the second-of-the-mill gun brought from Lanzhou.

The gun body is originally a thousand-year-old wood, and the gun head is originally an iron in the world. It is made by myself and tempered by myself. Now it is all white, better than frost and snow.

The sword is called Xieyue, and the gun is called Feixue.
Chapter completed!