Chapter 404

An Sudong, regardless of suspicion, runs his spiritual power towards the book, and the book bursts into a dazzling yellow light!

"This NIMA is a magic weapon. It's a magic weapon for searching things, but it doesn't recognize the Lord."

An Sudong turned the book at will. The book was full of light spots, and the marks were all positions. He tried it and received it directly.

This book dribbles around in the elixir field. When he tries to recruit it again, he finds that he doesn't listen to himself. It seems that he can't come out in the elixir field. The key point is that his spiritual power has been absorbed by this book. Only a few seconds later, his spiritual power has been drawn 10%. An Sudong is scared!

When the old book changed, Lena stood aside. She was not shocked by the scene. The book turned into streamer and entered an Sudong's body. She completely believed that an Sudong was not an ordinary person.

"Su Dong, is this a magic weapon?"

Zhang suling knows more about the world of cultivating immortals than Hong yingyue.

"Yes, and it's a magic weapon, and there's no one who recognizes the Lord. But now that I'm the Lord, I'm going to drain the spiritual power. Now I'm only half of the spiritual power left in my body. I'm afraid I'll be drained by it. Now let it come out, and I won't come out. I've never seen such a rubbish magic weapon."

An Su Dong spread his hand and expressed his helpless mood.

"Well! Who do you think is rubbish? I think you are rubbish. Originally I thought you have profound spiritual power, but you are also a fairy child's constitution. Otherwise, you are also a fairy child's system. I didn't expect you to be an ordinary body. It's rubbish! "

It was the voice of an old man, but there was no old man at the scene. After a careful feeling, an Sudong said that the voice came from his body, and he was a little scared.

"What are you..."

An Sudong has heard that some magic weapons are created by the spirit of the instrument. After the spirit of the instrument is opened, it can communicate with people.

"How to talk, boy, I'm your elder, I'm not a thing!"

An Sudong almost didn't laugh when he heard this. This unknown thing is very funny.

"Oh, you are a magic weapon and a thing."

"Boy, don't amuse me. This was originally a book I wrote in my spare time. Later, when my life was exhausted, I used a secret method to refine this book into a magic weapon to raise my soul and put my soul in it to survive. I thought I was going to die out, but unexpectedly I met you."

The old man has some feelings. He hasn't spoken for tens of thousands of years.

"Er... Why did the elder choose me?"

As soon as an Su Dong became cautious, it seemed that he was an old monster, hiding in his body. If he was a demon, would he be ok.

"There's no way. You've been the first friar I've met for tens of thousands of years. My magic weapon has no power, and I can't absorb spiritual power. No more spiritual power can come in. I really want to disappear from this world. I can only recognize you as the master!"

An Sudong could hear from the old man's voice that he was helpless and had some vicissitudes. The old man didn't know how many years he had lived.

"What was your cultivation before you were old?"

Listening to the old man's tone, it seems that he has lived for tens of thousands of years. Can't the realm of cultivation be against heaven.

"Little old man is a casual person."

The tone of the old man's voice is proud of the world, with a kind of rebellious temperament.

"Excuse me, what is the realm of scattered people? Who is higher and who is lower than the period of transforming God?"

An Sudong really doesn't understand. He really doesn't know what realm the Sanren is.

"Joke, do you see my signature on the book? I'm an individual. Do you know what an individual is? You can call it Banxian. After the Mahayana period, it's an individual. After nine times of thunder, it's an immortal!"

What an Su Dong heard was a burst of chatter. It seems that this man is really amazing. He is actually a Sanxian.

"Since it is a Sanxian, how can there be a limit of life? Isn't it infinite life?"

An Sudong was puzzled. He once thought that as long as he entered the spirit world, he could live with heaven and earth.

"After all, Sanxian is not a real immortal. It can only attract the cultivation of immortal power between heaven and earth. It still has the limit of life."

The old man was a little disappointed when he said this.

"Let's talk about some serious things. I want to know what's good for me and what's bad for me if you are always in my body“

After knowing the old man's previous state, an Sudong felt empty. Originally, he planned to expel this magic weapon with his spiritual power. It seems that he didn't have to do this plan. He can only meet him frankly.

"There's no harm for you, only good. I can't leave you in the future unless you cultivate to be an immortal, or I'll share life and death with you. But I'll draw your spiritual power regularly to restore my spiritual power. There's nothing else. When your life and death are in danger, I can help you, but it will consume a lot of my soul power, If there is too much loss, it will disappear forever. And don't think about me helping you in the near future. I'm very weak now. "

After hearing this, an Sudong was happy and worried. He was glad that he had a helper and a master. He was worried that the old man would draw his own spiritual power. If he suddenly came here like this when he was fighting, he would be really miserable.

"How often do you extract my psychic power? Is it active or passive? In case I fight my enemy, if you do this, I will die."

When an said that he was worried, the old man was happy.

"Ha ha, I'm active in all this. I won't draw so much at one time in the future. I just woke up this time. When I woke up, I quickly stopped. Fortunately, you have good intelligence, otherwise I will draw you to do it."

The old man said jokingly, and an Sudong frowned.

"Daren Qing, I just walked from the gate of hell. If I really die, what will happen to you?"

An Sudong is more curious about this.

"As I said just now, after my success in truly recognizing the Lord, we will live and die together. As long as you die, I will die. Don't you feel that there is something more in your soul, that is the soul brand."

When the old man finished, an Sudong felt it for a while and found that there was something more. There was a line connected with this magic weapon. It seemed that the old man didn't cheat himself.

"What's the matter, Su Dong? Is there any danger here?" Mu Ling smoke asks a way.

An Su Dong frowned and stood still all the time. When they were talking, he even made a sign not to make a sound.

"It's no big deal. Let's go back and talk about it. I'll take this book because it's special. Take this bottle of pills as a reward. You can come back and tell your grandfather that no matter what the disease is, as long as you have to breathe, you will definitely recover. I'll leave you a phone call and I'll let you know when I go back to China."

After a brief explanation to liana, an Sudong went back and was ready to take part in the world warlord competition the next day.

"An Sudong, the game will start at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. You'll go early then."

Commander Wang naturally did not worry that an Sudong would not be able to catch up. He only had to remind him in advance for fear that he would forget.