Chapter 738

In Su Jiujiu's abdomen, there is a cold soul sitting in a golden palace. There is cold and Hongmeng everywhere. It's very misty and unreal. But when the eyes of the God opened and closed, there was a terrible beam of light flowing, releasing a terrible wave. Especially when Meng Xuan looks at him, he gives Meng Xuan a thrill.

"For a long time, what happened to the spirit in your abdomen?" Meng Xuan's face was serious.

Su Jiujiu said blankly: "I don't know, this is the Andromeda star soul you pulled over at the beginning."

Meng Xuan in the heart a Deng, did oneself draw over an ancient soul?

"Let me see. Don't move." Meng Xuan's divine thoughts completely penetrated into her abdomen. As soon as they entered, they could hear a great sound of heaven. The God was only the size of a slap, and his appearance was the same as Su Jiujiu's. But his face was cold, and he looked at Meng Xuan without expression.

"Who are you?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Su Jiujiu." The spirit spoke slowly.

Meng Xuan is about to take her out, suddenly found that she actually and Su Jiujiu yuan Shen fusion together. In other words, this spirit is Su Jiujiu himself.

Is Su Jiujiu the reincarnation of an ancient figure?

"Mr. Meng, it's OK. After the fairy star soul appeared, I felt that my cultivation had greatly improved. I could control her." Su Jiujiu said.

For a moment, Meng Xuan didn't understand what was going on, so he had to withdraw: "once there is an abnormal situation, you must tell me."

Su Jiujiu nodded.

"How is your cultivation of Hunyuan Prajna?" Meng Xuan looked at Xiao Huangji and asked with a smile.

"I thought you forgot me." Xiao Huang's lips curled with disdain.

Meng Xuan said with a playful smile: "how can I, if I forget you, how could I rush to the peak of punishment and suffer the pain of piercing the heart and bring you down?"

When Xiao Huangji heard the speech, he thought of the scenes in those years, and his heart softened.

Just then, the king of Wutong came up and said, "have time to send me back to Wutong Mountain."

"Good." Meng Xuan nodded, Wutong fairy king could not die. If she died, the source of her vegetation would be dispersed. At that time, ye yuan will intercept the power and turn into the supreme demon, which Meng Xuan doesn't want to see.

The next day, the king of Tibet came back with a wisp of blood hanging on his mouth. It didn't look smooth.

"What's the matter?" Meng Xuan asked.

"The third core area is not simple. It almost died there. There was a terrible figure there. They thought he was dead. I didn't expect that he was a madman who broke his spirit into 36 stars. As soon as I broke in there and prepared to kill the old Buddha, the thirty-six stars came alive and formed an ancient character again. " Said the king of Tibet.

"A big education must have its own inside information." Meng Xuan said.

Then the king of Tibet looked strange: "the outside world has been in chaos."

"What's the situation?"

"I don't know where three lunatics came from. They blew open the homing dragon's nest and looted it all."

"Crouching troughs, white whorers are so fierce? Are the people and the dragon all idiots? There is no big God in town? " As soon as Meng Xuan heard it, he knew it was a white whore, a public loser, and a native chicken. Only these three are bold and fearless.

"There are sixteen great gods sitting in the old nest. When the fairy King attacked here, they made a move. It is reasonable to say that it is easy for the sixteen gods to take care of the treasure house, but the three madmen used disgusting means. I don't know where to summon a group of dragon finches. " Said the king of Tibet.

"Dragon Bird?" Meng Xuan was stunned.

"Yes, this flat haired animal has no other advantages, that is, it can eat and pull. Their... Stools ignore any defense and can corrode blood. When the sixteen great gods joined hands to capture the three, a large dragon sparrow flew by, pulled down pieces of bird excrement, and punctured the great God's head. " Said the king of Tibet.

Meng Xuan and Hong's mouth twitch.

"I'll see." Meng Xuan said.

After a while, he came to the treasure Pavilion and saw a scene that made his face extremely stiff.

Before I got close, I felt the smell coming. It used to be a mountain range, but now it has been blown away, leaving only empty shells, nothing left, completely looted.

The key problem is that many dragon masters are ready to check the clues. As soon as they approach, they squat on the ground and vomit.

"Lying in the trough, too cruel..." Meng Xuan said with emotion, he even saw the ninth husband, stepped on a pile of bird excrement, bent over beside crazy retching, spitting out the bitter water.

The bird excrement on the ground is almost piled up into a mountain, a piece of white flowers.

When Meng Xuan just returned to the hell desert, he saw three sneaky figures come to the hell desert.

"Did you three do it?" Meng Xuan asked.

The white whorer, with a solemn face, pretended to be confused and asked, "what are we, the three of us are good people. What are we doing?"

"Don't play games with me. Have you three robbed the treasure house of the dragon people?" Meng Xuan looks like a public loser. The dead dwarf is like a fish in water now. If he used to fight alone and make small trouble, now he has found the organization completely.

"I just went to see it." He laughs like a loser.

The white whore squatted down, grabbed a handful of yellow sand, and then looked at the king of Tibet: "bald donkey, you have good things in this Taoist temple."

The king of Tibet was so angry that he said, "how dare you try my idea?"

Hong winked at Meng Xuan. Meng Xuan suddenly understood and waved to the teapot: "come here, let me see what's good. One hundred crystal stones."

When the teapot heard this, he breathed quickly, and his eyes glowed green: "really, you can't go back if you agree."

"As long as the things we like are all 100 crystal stones, the price is fair, and the old and the young are not deceived." Meng Xuan said solemnly.

The king of Tibet was stunned and didn't understand what it meant.

The goblin tooted: "these three guys tied me up and sold me to Sheng Baotang with 100 crystal stones... It's really annoying. Is it worth 100 crystal stones?"

"Amitabha... I've lived for countless years. It's the first time that I've met someone like you. I don't want to deal with you. My brain circuit is abnormal." The king of Tibet sighed. If someone sold the goblin with tens of millions of crystal stones, a large number of people would rush to buy it, and a hundred crystal stones would be sold

How can there be such a wonderful flower in this world? It's really speechless.