Chapter 1208

Zhang Lan listened to Wang Mang's words. Although she was a little disappointed, she nodded her head to show her understanding.

she looked up at Wang Mang and said, "brother Mang, go to deal with the business first. I'll tell you to have dinner when your ban is broken!"

Wang Mang nodded quickly. He could not help but feel relieved. He patted Zhang Lan on the shoulder and gave a kind smile. "Let's do this first, Zhang Lan. I'll eat when I deal with the porcelain can!"

After Wang Mang finished, he turned and walked into a slightly cramped low house. Zhang Lan encouraged himself and walked back to the kitchen to put the food back in the pot.

In that low house, Wang Mang took out the porcelain pot from the insect mustard ring and put it on the stone table,

his palm gently stroked the smooth wall of the porcelain pot, his eyes narrowed and his heart palpitating. He could clearly feel that there was a powerful insect life in the exquisite porcelain pot!

It's just that the state of the breath of life is very strange. It's not so rebellious as imagined. On the contrary, it's a little low convergence, as if the life in the porcelain jar is an egg that hasn't hatched!

Wang Mang gently stroked the wall of the jar and slowly moved it to the top of the jar. With a "buzz", a highly defensive dark purple light curtain suddenly hit Wang Mang's palm,

"Yi ~ Yi!" The corrosive power of the dark purple light penetrated his skin, and the scarlet flesh and blood appeared ferocious when exposed to the air!

The expression on Wang Mang's face didn't change at all, and he was as calm as ever. He looked at his palm corroded by the light, and his eyes revealed a trace of playfulness.

"the power of prohibition is not so strong, it's definitely a product of the Tibetan Dragon stele! And the price is absolutely expensive, otherwise there would not be such a powerful energy! "

What will be in the porcelain jar that can be protected by this kind of prohibition? What a curiosity! Wang Mang stroked the outer wall of the porcelain jar again, but he didn't touch the prohibition for the time being.

he took out Cheng Xing's storage ring, and the golden worm pattern on the palm of his left hand was bright in an instant. The power energy was carrying a strong mental force, and it was like a tide towards the space of the storage ring!

Cheng Xing has long been dead, and it's not difficult to erase the mark left in his Cangwu ring. What's more, Wang Mang's power and mental power can be regarded as the existence of terror.

the bloody mark only lasted for a few minutes, and was successfully broken by Wang mang. In a moment, the Cangwu ring that lost its mark cracked several cracks in the "Zheng"!

Wang Mang holds the storage ring, as if the essence of the spiritual power rolled up again. The storage ring, which is not high-grade, collapsed in an instant, and countless miscellaneous things fell on the ground with a bang!

Among them, several dark brown pottery pots were broken, and groups of stinking insects covered the whole ground!

Wang Mang frowned slightly. The thousands of strange insects were like firecrackers. "Bang! Bang! Bang! " One by one, the thick green plasma was splashed everywhere by a slightly black air wall. When all the strange insects on the ground died and burst, Wang Mang squatted down to look at the things that fell out of Cheng Xing's storage ring!

Wang Mang picked up the scroll with a little doubt in his eyes. He put the scroll on his nose and sniffed it. A familiar smell came to his mind!