In the shop, Ye Tian chatted with the old man for a while, mostly listening to the old cicadas bragging about their glorious achievements and introducing the usage and precautions of cicada shells.

Ye Tian had long heard of these two things.

He just fiddled with the baby he had just obtained, and then answered the conversation one after another.

Finally, Ye Tian felt that it was almost done, so he picked up the thing and shouted: "Old cicada, I'm leaving."

After saying that, he ran out like a monkey.

When Ye Tian walked out of the shop, Lao Chan suddenly shouted: "Stupid brat, don't die!"

Ye Tian didn't turn his head, raised his right hand over his head, and then clenched his fists heavily.

After that, he walked out of the grocery store.

Stopped, Ye Tian turned around and looked at the grocery store carefully.

He seemed to be trying to engrave this shop and this person firmly in his mind.

Afterwards, Ye Tiantou returned to his residence without looking back, and then couldn't wait to test the effect of the cicada shell.

No wonder the monk chased the Beast King without letting go.

In the room, Ye Tian looked at himself in the mirror who even changed his breath, and was amazed.

Now he has become a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression and sharp eyes, which is completely different from before, and his height has increased a lot.

This is the magical effect of cicada shells, which is comparable to the painted skins in the Stories from a Chinese Studio.

This thing even has a strong defense.

He sighed more and more about the mystery and magic of this world.

For monks, killing monsters can not only obtain a large amount of resources and quickly improve their strength, but sometimes they can also gain some incredible gains.

For example, killing some extremely rare beast kings can obtain various precious materials.

Treasures made of these materials, such as fish bones and cicada shells, can also enhance the strength of monks and be of considerable price.

It is precisely because both public and private are very beneficial that legion monks will become an enduring industry.

It is no exaggeration to have a top-level force like the Jinfeng Legion who supports half of the city in one year.

Ye Tian carefully took off his cicada shed.

The identity of the vest depends on this thing, and the old cicada has the ability to make cicada sheds.

This material is nothing to say, it is the late-stage beast king of the Heavenly Lord.

Only powerful magical powers and treasures of the same level can be seen through, which is absolutely reliable.

Looking at the cicada shed on his hand, Ye Tian was so obedient that he got the advantage and thought to himself: "Things are really good things, just this name is average. The old cicada's craftsmanship is nothing to say, and the level of naming is... "

I got the "godly equipment" and prepared to start the war.

In the suburbs of Guangyuan City, the Wu family’s secret cultivation room, at 3 pm.

In the practice room, Wu Daode, a young monk from Heaven, was concentrating on practicing swords.

The sword light is dazzling, like thunder and lightning.

This sword technique is invincible among the Heavenly Venerable monks.

Wu Daodehua, who had a complacent face, looked good, but his evil and arrogant eyes destroyed his temperament.

Then, a tall middle-aged man appeared in the room out of thin air.

Wu Daode's body shook, his sword shook, and he said in surprise: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

He didn't even know when this person appeared in his room.

Is the visitor a human or a ghost?

The sudden appearance of middle-aged man has a good temperament, and his eyes are like a cold pond.

At this moment, the middle-aged man said in a low voice:

“I am nameless, nameless.

I'm here for one thing.

Your spiritual mine is making money every day, but the miners under your command are missing continuously, and those who are missing are young witches who have moved from other places.

The mothers who had lost their children cried every day, and their eyes were almost gone.

They said you deceived those helpless people to sign a slave contract and force them to work day and night in bad and unsecured mines. Is this a matter of this?"

Wu Daode felt the breath of the middle-aged man with his heart, and then smiled and said:

"Yes! This is the case, is there any problem?

They all signed contracts. Since they wanted to make money, how could they not pay a little price?

You, a cultivator who has just been promoted to the middle stage of the Heavenly Venerable, is a waste with a weak inspiration, and dare to point fingers at the Wu family in the imperial capital?

This is all fate. Those trash witches can only blame them for their bad life! And your life is also - death!"

After the words came to an end, Wu Daode waved his hand and slashed out with a sword.

This sword was as fast as lightning, and it was the unique Nanji sword technique of the Wu family.

With one sword slashed out, Wu Daode felt the pleasure of the familiar sword slashing across his body.

Then, he saw the very arrogant middle-aged man fall down straight.

The sword directly cut open the other party's neck, and blood poured out like money.

"Drunk with one sword, hahaha!" Wu Daode laughed wildly, "Idiot, my Wu family's Antarctic sword technique is invincible!"

Suddenly, he felt a sweet and salty throat.

With a "Wow!", Wu Daode inexplicably vomited blood and his body flew out.

Wu Daode, who was still energetic the moment before, fell to the ground like a broken sack the next moment.

After falling to the ground, he couldn't even stand up, and he lost a drop of spiritual energy and strength.

Who am I? Am I there? Am I injured?

Who beat me, whom I beat?

Wu Daode was completely confused.

At this moment, a voice that made him extremely scared came to his ears: "Little question mark, do you have a lot of things now?"

Wu Daode, who was pale, looked up with his body trembling, and then immediately widened his eyes.

That way it looks like seeing a ghost.

In fact, it's similar to seeing a ghost.

The middle-aged man Wuming, who had just been covered in blood, was standing there intact, and said in a teasing tone: "It seems that your invincible sword technique can't save you."

"You...I..." Wu Daode, who was dizzy, looked confused: "Do you have natural supernatural powers? This is impossible. I clearly saw that you were dead, so it could not be fake."

Wuming smiled disdainfully and said coldly: "That's just a phantom that transcends time."

“What you see is just what you are doing.

You just said that this is fate, and it is true that fate is a ruthless writer. Each of us is clearly arranged by this bitch.

Since this is the case, then transcend fate. Transcend fate and rewrite the truth. This is my supernatural power.

In the face of my supernatural powers, all your struggles and so-called destiny are futile and destined to be vain."

"It is impossible to have such invincible magical powers! It's too ridiculous!" Wu Daode said angrily: "How could you have such unreasonable magical powers? Why?"

"Just because I am your father!" Wuming snapped his fingers, and a piece of white paper suddenly appeared on his hand.

Then, the nameless general threw the contract in front of Wu Daode: "Sign!"

"This contract..." Wu Daode, who was spitting blood in his mouth, looked up with difficulty.

The contract party A column says dad, and the contract party B column is empty.

In addition, there is only one line of big words on the entire contract: "The right to interpret this contract belongs to Party A's father."

Wuming sneered: "Do you think it's unfair? It's too late! Why don't you say it when you get a slave contract?"

After saying that, he forcibly grabbed Wu Daode's hand, covered with blood and pressed the handprint on the column B.

Looking at the bloody contract, Wuming nodded with satisfaction: "The money and goods are all done, and the old man is not deceived."

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and he threw out a copper coin without even looking.

Looking at the copper plate rolling to the ground, Wu Daode had a premonition of his miserable fate.

That's more terrible than death.

He shed two lines of clear tears helplessly.

Wu Daode said desperately: "You...who are you?"

"My?" Wuming smiled slightly: "I am the savior of the wicked, and my boss, your gospel, and your ancestor."

"What will happen to me?" Wu Daode gasped for difficulty.

Wuming smiled slightly: "Guess!"

"You..." Wu Daode spat out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes closed and fainted.

Then under the control of an indescribable force, his whole body turned into a pure white scroll.

The picture scroll was suspended in the air, releasing a faint white light.

"Void Map!" A low shout appeared around him, and an extremely mysterious magic seal picture seal appeared.
To be continued...