Seeing the woman next to Emperor Da Zhu Wu put away the treasures one by one, Hao Yourong was a little anxious.

The name Blood Soul Sword sounds quite tacky, but it is a real spiritual treasure.

Although the grade is not as good as the Yin-Yang Fish Pendant, it has been repaired intact, and the characteristics of this spiritual treasure are very helpful to the trialists.

But now they don’t want it, what should I do?

"This guy is too eye-poor!"

Hao You stared at the scene in front of him with a angrily desire to rush through the teleportation channel and pinch the guy's neck and ask what he was thinking!

Hao Yourong is a spirit of weapon born again after being severely injured in the Hao Shen Tower. If you want to know how long it exists, you have lived for countless thousands of years, but most of this time was spent alone.

That temper is actually no different from a young girl who is not very familiar with the world.

At this time, she was angry. In the ancestor's hall, the statue of the ancestor suddenly became golden, and a burst of pressure rolled in.

The great Emperor Zhu Wu, Fan Qingshen and others were fine. The disciples with a shallow cultivation were shocked by the pressure and their whole bodies were trembling. They knelt on the ground, and they lost their strength to raise their heads. Some disciples who had not entered the Immortal Sect even bleeded in their seven orifices and fell down.

"The ancestor appears?"

Fan Qingshen was packing up the treasures on the ground. Every time he picked up one, he would bow his head respectfully and pray. Seeing that the magic weapons were about to be packed, the pressure suddenly came, and his face changed drastically and he almost fainted on the ground.

Judging from this pressure, the ancestor was obviously angry.

But what happened with so many treasures in front of you?

This ancestor worship was really unexpected, very strange

"What the hell?"

Emperor Da Zhu was also quite surprised. He looked down and saw that under the golden light, a trace of blood flashed through his eyes.

When Fan Qing Shen packed up his magic weapon, he subconsciously came from the spiritual power fluctuations sensed by his spiritual consciousness, and the knife was naturally pulled to the end.

However, even a piece of stubborn iron was a treasure given by the ancestor. She was about to pick it up before, but the pressure came.

"It seems to be warning her not to take this knife?"

Emperor Da Zhu suddenly felt a move in his heart, looked up at the statue, and suddenly stood up and walked forward.

Fan Qingshen was a little lost at this time, so he had no time to stop him? He watched him walk over without any concern and bent down to pick up the last knife.

"This is too disrespectful to the ancestors, it's over."

Fan Qingshen's face was pale. He had just lamented a few times, and suddenly, the golden light in front of him instantly disappeared, and the pressure disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened before.

"It really comes to this little knife. It seems that the spirit of this weapon has some concerns. You can't take the initiative to remind me, but you can only hint? Is there anything special about this little knife?"

Emperor Da Zhu Wu looked at the knife several times with the hand, but he didn't see any reason.

The knife is made of neither gold nor iron, and it is light and fluttering in the hand, just like plastic.

If anything is unusual, it is hot, just like holding a burning coal ball. However, with the current physical strength of Emperor Wu of Dazhu, this temperature is really nothing.

"This is not a spiritual treasure, right?"

Suddenly, his heart moved and almost tried to recognize his master with his essence and blood. However, after all, there were so many people around him, so he still held it in his arms.

Only spiritual treasures have such visions, because spiritual treasures have spirits, and under its control, they can naturally converge their breath.

There are also fairy treasures above the spiritual treasures, but the level of Da Zhu Wuhuang didn't dare to think about it for the time being. The entire Haoshen Tower is probably only at this level.

For a moment, he felt his heartbeat accelerated a little, and his hands were trembling.

This is a spiritual treasure, and if it is really as I guessed, it is still a complete spiritual treasure.

When the Yin-Yang Fish Pendant is complete, it should be the first-class spiritual treasure, but now that the spirit of the weapon is destroyed, it can no longer completely restrain its breath, and it will still emit some spiritual power fluctuations from time to time.

Although it is much more obscure than ordinary magic weapons, you can still find it by careful observation.

But this knife was completely restrained. At least from the outside, no matter how strong his spiritual sense was, there was no clue at all.

Emperor Zhu Wu took a deep breath, turned around, smiled at Fan Qingshen who was already stunned, and said, "Elder Qingshen, this magic weapon is destined to be with me, how about giving it to me?"

Before Fan Qingshen could speak, Fan Xiaobei, who was standing beside him, woke up from the shock and nodded hurriedly: "Brother Xiao Qian, this ancestor sacrifice was originally promised to be hosted by you, and the treasures should naturally belong to you. What you want, just take them, why be polite?"

The young sect leader of his family clearly turned his elbow out. What else can Fan Qingshen do?

Fortunately, Fan Xiaonan did not come this time. Otherwise, with the little girl's temperament, she would probably dare to snatch all the treasures she had put away from her hands and give them to her brother Xiao Qian.

Emperor Zhu Wu laughed, bowed slightly to the two of them, and said, "Then I would like to thank the young master and the elder Qingshen. Well, I hope there will be a time to meet in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stepped back, and in just a few steps, he had stepped into the vortex.

"Brother Xiao Qian"

He was moving too fast. When Fan Xiaobei reacted, he shouted softly. Emperor Zhu Wu had disappeared without a trace. She was stunned and became despaired.

Before, she had vaguely expected it.

But when Emperor Zhu Wu left, there was still a faint crack in her heart, as if something had broken.

Involuntarily, she moved slowly towards the vortex. Fan Qingshen was also shocked, but his mind was still there, so he quickly pulled her back and shouted: "Xiaobei! That is the Eye of the Ancestor! How can you break in a mess? Do you want to kill the tens of thousands of sects in the entire sect!"

Fan Xiaobeizhu burst into tears, and her whole body lost her anger. She looked ahead with her eyes blankly and murmured: "He really left, really, where did he go? Will something happen?"

Fan Qingshen sighed, held her in his arms, and comforted her: "Elder Huang's origin is mysterious, and it is very likely that he was favored by the ancestor, so there will be no trouble.

But we can't break through this ancestor's eye. You have not seen the historical materials. Even the real people who escape from the world have gone but never returned.

It would be fine if the real person was alone, but the other few times, did the intruder not bring great disaster to his own sect?"

Fan Xiaobei looked at the vortex with tears in his eyes and nodded silently.

If she was just alone, she might really follow her in. Even if she died, what would she be afraid of?

However, after all, she is the young leader of the Fanyin Sect, so how could she act willfully?

But if a good man is gone, will he meet again in this life?

Next to a big river with rolling waves, all the reeds piled up on the shore like white snow. The breeze blows up the tidbits and dances all over the sky.

In broad daylight, there were dull snoring sounds coming from the mud by the river.

There, the whole piece of reeds was neatly crushed to the ground, and a group of ragged men lay on the sky, paving the earth and the reed leaves as mats, revealing their shriveled belly.

Occasionally, reeds sway and penetrate into their nostrils. They will stretch out their thick fingers and dig them up a few times, then sneeze loudly, and still sleep soundly.

A seven or eight-year-old girl, holding a roasted sweet potato, was walking slowly along the river while gnawing.

The sweet potato was only the size of an ordinary person's thumbs. It fell into the stomach in three mouthfuls, and its stomach was still empty. She pulled out a few tender reed roots from the reed marsh next to her, washed it casually with the river water, and started gnawing it like chewing sugarcane.

He heard the snoring from afar. The girl was stunned, pouted and ran over, put her hands on her hips, and started to scream angrily.

"Bad! Third uncle, fourth uncle, you are sleeping lazy again! Where are the fish! Where are the fish you caught! Emu and the others have set fires, just wait for you to go back with your hairtail!"

The childish voice was crisp, and a group of pelicans in the reed marsh were startled, making hoarse screams, and scattered in a hurry.

This group of pelicans is extremely fat, each with a wings spread about two meters. When they fly, they look like white clouds, but they are too big and look a little clumsy.

They must first leave the reed marsh, and then flap their wings quickly after reaching the river surface, and continuously paddle in the water with their feet before they can gradually accelerate and slowly fly into the sky after they leave the water surface.

The girl opened her mouth wide and looked blankly, her face turned blue and white, and finally turned red and screamed.

"Babe! Pelicans, so many stupid Pelicans are sleeping beside you! You guys are just letting go in vain?"

"Hani, why are you here? Is it because the clan wants to have a meal?"

The strongest man was finally woken up by her, but he was too lazy to open his eyes. He just lay down, stretched out his hand and scratched his belly, and asked while yawning.

"Babe, you know how to eat fish. I see how you explain to Eminem to the reed roots you picked! Also, there are so many pelicans next to you, haven't you seen them?"

"Tell me, right, where is the fish?"

Thinking of his wife, the man shivered and finally woke up completely. He hurriedly got up and slapped a man next to him on the belly of the man next to him.

"Asan, what about fish? Didn't you arrange for you to fish? Who told you to sleep here?"

His hands were very strong, and with a snap, a red palm print appeared on his belly.

A San screamed, rushed from the ground, rubbed his eyes, and asked in a daze: "Where is fish, fish, A Si, fish? Hey, you are here, are you going to have a meal?"

"What else do you know besides eating?"

Nizi rolled her eyes helplessly: "Uncle San, there is no fish or reed root, what can I eat? Do you guys drink white water? You guys have been out for a few hours. Did you just sleep for a night and do nothing?"

"Did you do it, we've got it off the Internet. A Si, A Si, you guys go to close the Internet. Hey, why are you sleeping too? Where are you digging the reed roots?"

A few strong men next to him climbed up lazily and crawled into the reed marsh. Not long after, an exclamation came from him: "Water, A Si, the net you just downloaded, is it here?"

Nizi looked like an adult, held her forehead with her hands, and even lost her strength to roll her eyes.

Her father's eyes rolled and explained, "Well, my dad and you uncles found a big fish by the river. It's so big. We haven't had a meal for a few days. I can't stand it, and I let it drag the net away with it."

He gestured a few times to describe how big the fish was. Then he squatted down and reached out to hug Nizi in his arms, looking at her sincerely: "Nizi, you will tell you honestly, is it true? Otherwise, my dad will not be able to go to the mountains to catch kingfishers for Nizi tomorrow."

Nizi blinked her eyes and nodded vigorously: "Is it true that I was dragged away by the big fish? I will tell Emu. But Dad, do you think Emu will believe it?"

"I can't believe it, at most, at most I'll do more work these days."

The man muttered with a frown, and hurriedly pulled out a few bundles of tender reed roots with a group of people.

Although they knew they didn’t have much to eat when they returned to the village, even if there was a bowl of hot water, as long as it came out of the pot, it was delicious!
To be continued...