After summoning the ghost head, one person and one ghost stared at each other.

"Ghost old man, why don't you bite me?"

“...... , nerves!"

"Just take a bite, okay?"

"Perverted, don't you kid want Lao Tzu to help you draw out that rag black cloth?" Lao Tzu won't do it!" Seeing that Xiao Mian still refused to give up, the ghost head sighed and persuaded each other in a good way: "Actually, I already knew that that rag had such an anti-heaven effect, do you know why I haven't told you all the time?"

"What do you mean?"

"After devouring the soul of the Yuan Yuan'er, I did remember a lot of things, but I still kept a secret about the origin of the black cloth and myself, but one thing I can be sure of: that black cloth is definitely not an ordinary artifact! I can tell you this, in my time, there was indeed a thing that had this similar compound anti-heaven effect, do you know what it was? It was the 'Yin Yang Creation Ding' located in the ninth place on the Lingbao List, and every time it was born, it could set off a bloody storm!"

Xiao Mian was shocked when he heard this, but he still listened carefully to the words of the ghost.

"Fusion of physical properties, the energy required for this anti-heaven effect can also be called anti-heaven, that rag fell into a deep sleep because of the exhaustion of spiritual energy, after inadvertently fusing the bundle of fire cloth last time, its spiritual energy that it finally recovered was almost exhausted, which is also the fundamental reason why it has been sleeping for a long time in the past few years!"

"I see! If this so-called 10,000-year-old animal skin is not worth a few spirit stones, it is not as much as the spirit stones that have been fed to it over the years!

"I said, you kid, when did you become full of spirit stones? This is not just a matter of spirit stones! Take this fused fire cloth as an example, even the old man with the jade hoe is a little uncertain, which shows that its value is immeasurable. This is still a product that you have created unintentionally, if you have the intention to do it, it is not difficult to create a more perfect product than this piece of fire cloth, and if it is seen by others at that time, what will be the consequences?"

"The old ghost is reasonable! It seems that for the time being, we can only be poor eggs!"

"The key is your personal strength! If you are expected to be at the top in the future, who will dare to rob your Uncle Xiao's things? It would be good if you didn't rob others!"

"Guess by the ghost: What is the origin of that rag?"

“...... It's hard to say!"

Xiao Mian didn't really fall into the pile of spirit stones and couldn't extricate himself, after communicating with the ghost, Xiao Mian dispelled the idea of directly waking up the black cloth. Now seeing that the ghost head didn't know anything about his sworn enemy, Xiao Mian left it behind.

It's just that after the first few spirit stone bombardments, Xiao Mian couldn't calm down for a while, and all the shadows of spirit stones flew around in his mind.

With a wry smile, Xiao Mian's heart suddenly moved, and after pondering for a while, he stood up and walked towards the small courtyard of the Jade Hoe Ancestor for the third time.

"Why are you here again?" Even the Jade Hoe Ancestor couldn't help frowning secretly when he saw Xiao Mian, and said in his heart that this kid is also very calm on weekdays, why does he always run to himself today? Xiao Mian didn't care, and asked a question that made the Jade Hoe Ancestor frown even tighter: "Ancestor, do you have any spirit stones?"

“...... , did you kid get knocked out by the spirit stone?"

"Ancestor, let me ask you seriously! What spare idle spirit stones do you have in the hands of the peasant streamer?" Speaking of this, seeing the jade hoe ancestor with an angry face and a mouth about to scold, Xiao Mian hurriedly continued: "Ancestor, listen to what I say! You always fight with the killing god, it can be said that you lose both, I think the killing god will not revoke the hunt and kill order for the kid because of this, right? The kid only got involved in this lawsuit to save Ding Kaishan, you won't see death and not save it, right? Now the kid has a clever plan, which can make the killing god anxious!"

“...... , with spirit stones?"

"The Ancestor is really clever!"

"Less nonsense!

"Since the Killer God wants to unify the Killer Alliance, merge it into one school, and vainly try to ascend to the throne of the Nine Major Schools, it is expected that he will not be willing to smash his own golden signboard, right......? Humph......"

"Hmph...... What does the ancestor think?"

"Yes, I really want it! Say, how many spirit stones do I want?"

"Then the more the merrier! You should also know that this kind of offending thing is always not good for the junior to come out alone, right? Money can make the ghost grind, and the younger generation always has to find some people whose heads were smashed by spirit stones to come forward, so that they can fish in troubled waters, right?"

"Okay! The old man was bleeding profusely, just to see the deflated expression of the killing god, the old man's vote was decided!" Xiao Mian's eyes lit up, just looking at the shape of the storage bag, he knew that the capacity of the storage bag was definitely not small. After taking the storage bag, he immediately opened it, and his eyes glanced inside, Xiao Mian was stunned at first, then shocked, and then happy, and then shouted: "Killer Alliance, hum......"

"Hum ......"

For a while, there was only the humming of an old man and a young man in the huge room. At the same time, the God of Killing Gods, who was hundreds of miles away, became upset for no reason.

"Humph!"

After opening his eyes, the killing god did not get up, but took off the wrist guard of his right hand, revealing a white jade-like arm, but at this time there was a trace of purple marks on the arm.

This purple mark is the scar caused by the small thunder that fell from the sky that day and struck the killing god, when the killing god was using all his strength to make his killer weapon kill the world, and he didn't have much energy to defend at all, so he had to directly resist with his right hand. Thanks to the old man of the Ten Thousand Sects Temple, this move was intended to be vigilant, and the purple thunder seemed to be powerful, but in fact, the power was not great, so that the right arm of the killing god was intact.

But even so, it was enough to make the killing god hold a grudge.

No one had ever been able to leave any scars on his perfect body, not even the old monster in the Temple of Ten Thousand Sects!

Someday - someday!

While swearing secretly, the Killing God put the bracers back on, covering up the purple marks that he regarded as a lifelong shame. At this moment, Shadow Kill quietly appeared beside the God of Killing, bowed and saluted, and whispered softly in the God of Kill's ear.

"Oh, that old man of the jade hoe contacted Zhen Wushuang of the Array Sect Stream?"

"Yes! Although I don't know what the idea of these two old guys is, according to the speculation of his subordinates, I'm afraid that the old man of the jade hoe has something to rely on Zhen Wushuang!"

"Shadow Kill! Your head is really not in vain, not only can you eat and drink, but you can also talk nonsense! If anyone takes the initiative to contact Zhen Wushuang's miser who sees the money, he should have asked for him, right? Use your brains well! Think about it: What can Zhen Wushuang do to help Jade Hoe Lao'er?" Although it was sarcastic, and the voice of the God Killer was also coquettish, it made Shadow Kill sweat, and said in a cautious whisper: "Formation? Jade Hoe Lao'er wants Zhen Wushuang to help him arrange some formations, right?"

"Nice!

"Could it be the defensive formation of the Farmer's Stream Station?"

"The peasant stream exists in name only, and it almost falls apart, and now in addition to the small courtyard of the jade hoe Lao'er, where is there still a residence of the peasant family? As for the jade hoe Lao'er, do ordinary people dare to cause trouble? Defensive formation? Let Zhen Wushuang rip off the bamboo pole in vain?"

"This ...... Forgive your subordinates for being stupid!"

"I don't know! Otherwise, I would have killed you a long time ago!"

The fluttering words made Shadow Kill break out in a cold sweat, he knew very well that his master, every word, seemed to be a joke but was not a joke!

"Send someone down and closely monitor the Jade Hoe Lao'er's every move, whether it is the spiritual materials purchased, or the spiritual grass peddling, no matter who has come to see him, or who he has seen, and this auction, pay close attention to the movements of the peasant disciples!"

"Yes!"

"Go down, don't bother me if it's not important!"

"Yes!"

After complying with the promise, the figure of the shadow killer gradually dissipated.

The God of Killing stretched out his hand and stroked the green silk between his forehead, revealing a suffocating face. Seeing the killing god wave casually, a white blade appeared in his left hand, and the shadow was photographed, the killing god's eyes were blurred, his expression was soft, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"It's really natural and beautiful, it's hard to give up...... , Jade hoe old man, even with an old guy like you whose neck is about to sink into the ground, you dare to fight with me!" Saying this, the killing god suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like knives, as if he had penetrated the top floor of the secret room, through countless strata, and shot straight at the Wanzong Temple that existed in the illusion of killing gods, shooting at the old guy who had never seen the killing god before, staring for a long time, the killing god sneered: "Old guys, it's time for you to move...... Humph!"

A cold snort, full of coquettish tenderness, but extremely murderous.