Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"That would be wonderful."

Sun Xiaokong jumped out from the pile of Heavenly and Mortal Treasures with a bang, and turned around excitedly.

"It's still my mother-in-law's grandeur. It's been a long time since the Master gave me a few copies of Cultivation Technique."

This made Huo San, who had been observing secretly, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

What does it mean to have only given a few Cultivation Techniques?

That is the top Cultivation Technique, it was improved by daddy, even that monkey back then is not as strong as yours.

And the Cultivation Technique given by the Master has special functions waiting for you to develop.

Zhou Linger looked at the two piles in front of her.

It was really the first time for her to see so many treasures and Heavenly and Mortal Treasures, which probably could be compared with the treasury of her own Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is estimated that Sun Xiaokong's sister-in-law and sister-in-law have already turned over this lost battle scene that has few resources.

"Ling'er, do you have a Qiankun bag?"

Zhou Linger replied subconsciously.

"have."

Then he untied the own Qiankun bag from his waist and handed it over.

"Then let me use it."

Sun Xiaokong grabbed it unceremoniously, and winked at Zhou Linger mysteriously by the way.

After working for about half an hour, Sun Xiaokong put the two big piles of different categories into it, sweating profusely.

Then he handed it to Zhou Linger with a smile.

"Okay, I'll give it back to you now!"

"what?"

Zhou Linger was a little confused, but she didn't reach out to pick it up.

She felt that her brain was not enough.

Just now Sun Xiaokong borrowed his own Qiankun bag, hurriedly put the two piles of treasures into it, and then returned it to himself, what kind of operation is this.

Zhou Ling'er looked up again at Sun Xiaokong's bright and firm eyes, still hesitating.

It was Meng Lao who was next to him who was the first to reflect it.

"Your Highness, this is a gift from the future son-in-law, please accept it."

This unexpected change of words almost caught everyone's backs.

Zhou Linger's face was flushed, and she kept fiddled with the corners of Own's clothes with both hands.

"Old Meng, what are you talking about?"

Meng Lao didn't pay attention to his own princess's twitching appearance, but directly reached out to take the Qiankun bag from Sun Xiaokong's hand.

"My son-in-law, Your Royal Highness has a delicate body, so let me do all the dirty work for you."

Good guy, don't you even want the word "future"?

It's true that the older a person is, the thicker his skin will be.

It is estimated that Meng Lao's face is almost as good as the turn of the city wall of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

A group of veteran practitioners from Tianjianzong, Xuantian Sect, Tiandaomen, and Tianspirit Lord dynasty swallowed greedily, while secretly lamenting the injustice of Heavenly Dao.

Why is his young master not a woman?

Bringing such a large bag of treasures home will probably bring a lot of light.

Although most of the grades are not high, they cannot hold up to a large number.

And it seems that there are a few of them that even they are a little bit excited.

Xuantian Sect and Bai Elder are more direct.

He first looked Jiang Ming up and down, and then said with a strange smile:

"Junior Nephew Jiang, I think you have a good figure. Otherwise, if the uncle gives you a knife, you will go up and exchange some treasures?"

Jiang Ming looked at the Elder of the senior class with contempt, goosebumps all over his body.

"Nephew Jiang, how about..."

"roll!"

Then a white figure flew out...

"By the way, Master, there is another treasure here."

Hu Li seemed to have thought of something, then flipped his hand, and a black Human Cauldron appeared in front of everyone.

"This is just snatched from Molongzi. It looks like it's called Black Devil. It should be a treasure."

As soon as the Black Devil bird appeared, the temperature of the surrounding environment seemed to immediately drop by a few points.

It was a very cold feeling.

At this moment, a gloomy and hoarse voice came from above the sky.

"Of course this is a treasure, this is my natal treasure..."

As soon as the sound came out, almost everyone present shuddered.

Even the faces of the heavenly killers in the Temple of Killing God became solemn.

Because even they didn't feel that there was a person hidden in this place at all.

That can only show that the strength of the incoming person is at least a Realm above Sansan Heavenly Tribulation or even higher.

"who is it!"

"Get out, aunt!"

Shui Hanyue raised her fist and said softly.

"It's no skill to hide and scare people. Believe it or not, my aunt also beat your neck off."

"Hehe, the little girl's tone is not small, and she is not afraid of the wind flashing her tongue."

Somewhere in the sky, the space began to become distorted, and water-like ripples appeared.

Then, an old figure with black air all over his body came out of it.

This person is thin and haggard, as if a layer of human skin is pasted on the bone frame.

"I didn't expect so many masters to come this time. It's really beyond my expectation."

"I originally thought that with the reduction of space resources, the number of cultivators will gradually decrease, but now it seems that I am really worrying too much, hahaha..."

The gloomy laughter made everyone below feel creepy.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

Among the sky-level killers in the Temple of Killing Gods, the elegant-looking young man holding a folding fan asked aloud.

"Who am I?"

"I said you wouldn't know each other, I'm afraid you've been in this space for tens of thousands of years..."

"However, I vaguely remember a name, Black Devil."

When he said this, the thin figure seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"impossible!"

"It's only been a thousand years since the Battle of the Lost Realm opened. How could there be people from ten thousand years ago!"

Among the crowd below, doubts emerged one after another.

But the skinny old man who called himself Black Devil didn't care.

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it. Anyway, you will eventually become the nutrients I absorb."

As he said that, the expression on Black Devil's face became more ferocious.

Then with a move, the Black Devil in Hu Li's palm uncontrollably turned into a streamer and soared into the sky.

In just a few breaths, it had swelled to a terrifying size enough to cover the sun.

Roads of black brilliance also began to flow on the ground.

"Not good! This guy seems to be activating some formation."

"Let's fight together, we can't let him succeed!"

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Spiritual Qi attacks shot up into the sky.

But it dissipated completely when it was still some distance away from the huge Black Devil, turning into wisps of Spiritual Qi and being absorbed by the strange formation.

Black Devil grinned strangely.

"If there were so many masters in the outside world, even with the Soul Eater Array and the Black Devil Singer in hand, I would definitely turn around and leave, but now I am losing the battle."

"The strength you can display is less than 30%, but my Cultivation Base can be boosted!"

"Now I will show you the true strength of my old Black Devil!"