Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 19 [Welcome to No.18 Hell]

"Cough cough cough cough... Where is this place, let me out!"

As we all know, the inside of the vacuum cleaner is full of dust.

With that concentration, if the Tathagata Buddha is put in it, it is estimated that it will be difficult to enter concentration.

The Yellow-Browed King felt that at that moment, he seemed to have come to the seventeenth floor of hell.

The reason for the seventeenth floor is because...

All the gods and monsters, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky know that the underworld controlled by the King of Hades is actually only seventeen levels of hell.

As for the No.18 floor, where is hell?
They don't know either.

However, the truth is:

Welcome to No.18 Hell: Human World!
The Yellow-Browed King felt that his nose, ears, eyes, stomach, and even blood vessels were all dust.

Not to mention difficulty in breathing, blood circulation is also difficult.

Mana also seemed to be malfunctioning.

Hearing this sudden voice, Lu Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, where did this voice come from, why did it sound so familiar.

Lu Xiaoqianxun turned his attention to the vacuum cleaner trash can on the ground.

"Lu Xiaoqian, you can go in now."

"Okay, thank you!" Lu Xiaoqian didn't have time to check the trash can, and immediately went in for the interview with his own documents.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to take a look at the vacuum cleaner trash can.

"Cough cough cough cough... Let me out! Let me out!"

【drop! 】

[I received a distress signal from King Huangmei, do you want to go to the emergency? 】

Ren Qianqiu, who was picking out clothes, had not had time to pack them when she suddenly heard the sound of the system.

Look happy.

For him, this is not a call for help.

It was the signal of two artifacts, the race bag and the golden cymbal, beckoning to him.

It was too late to pack the clothes, and immediately walked to a place where no one was there.

"Go to the emergency!"

The so-called emergency means that there should be no delay. A little delay in time means giving up the task.

In the next second, Ren Qianqiu appeared in a building out of thin air.

On the wall of the hall, there is a gold-encrusted signboard:

Fan Group.

"Cough cough cough cough... Let me out!"

Ren Qianqiu followed the voice and looked at the vacuum cleaner trash can.

Can't help but want to laugh a little.

A dignified demon king was actually sucked into the trash can.

Also no one.

He stepped forward and opened the vacuum cleaner trash can.

A puff of blue smoke flashed, and the king with yellow eyebrows escaped successfully.

Clutching his stomach, he coughed hard.

"Cough cough cough cough, I'm suffocated to death!"

Suddenly, he saw Ren Qianqiu.

Exclaimed: "Mrs. Pressing Hole!"

Hearing this address, Ren Qianqiu's face immediately darkened.

Due to time constraints, Ren Qianqiu didn't have time to change clothes.

So, he is still wearing Xiao Chuchu's girl's pajamas.

Seeing her dark face, the Yellow-browed King stepped back six steps in fright, trying to stay as far away from her as possible.

This woman is so scary!

It's better not to provoke her until he regains his peak strength.

"King Huangmei, I saved you, shouldn't you show it?"

"Oh, it turned out that you saved me, thank you so much, thank you, thank you for your kindness, we will cancel the matter of you hurting me before, and when I get the silly girl, you will come back to Xiaoxitian with me Enjoy!"

Ren Qianqiu was so angry that his liver ached.

Just don't bother talking nonsense with him.

Put your five fingers together and slap your palm forward. In an instant, your palm becomes a claw.

He grabbed the Yellow-Browed King by the neck and lifted him up.

The Yellow-Browed King suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ren Qianqiu in horror.

At this moment, he lost control of his body.

It was as if being held down by a boundless and terrifying force, unable to move at all.

【drop! 】

【Searching for the treasure on the client...】

[Two treasures found: race bag (artifact), mace (ninth-grade spiritual weapon)]

[Please choose one of them as a reward! 】

[Reminder: The client's resistance is invalid! 】

"Choose an ethnic bag!"

【drop! 】

[The race bag changed hands, the formula for using the artifact is automatically replaced, and the system is forcibly stripping it off...]

[Congratulations to the host, successfully obtained the race bag! 】

A palm-sized bag flew out from the Yellow Eyebrowed King and fell into Ren Qianqiu's hands.

At the same time, Xitian.

Maitreya Buddha who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

At that moment just now, he suddenly discovered that a primordial force that seemed to come from the depths of the prehistoric universe forcibly severed his connection with the race bag.

Maitreya Buddha is the master of the Yellow Eyebrow King.

The Yellow-browed King stole Maitreya's human race bag and the lower realm of the golden cymbal, which was actually arranged by him.

The purpose, of course, is to create one of the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties for Tang Seng.

But just now, he lost contact with the race bag in an instant.

"Amitabha……"

Fan Group Building.

"Give me back my race bag, give me back my race bag!"

The Yellow-browed King is not stupid, but in just a moment, he has already realized that the human race bag has changed hands at this moment and is out of his control.

After getting the treasure, the control over King Huangmei was released.

The Yellow-browed King, who had regained his freedom, immediately began to silently recite the mantra of the race bag in his heart.

But found...

No movement!
The race bag was really robbed.

"Madam Yadong, why did you snatch my race bag and return it to me!"

Ren Qianqiu glanced at him, and put the race bag into his pocket.

Then he said in a flat tone: "This is not robbery, this is the reward you should have after you asked me for help and I rescued you."

The Yellow-browed King pointed to the trash can on the ground, and said, "This... this... Anyway, it won't work, you give me back the human seed bag!"

After all, he summoned his mace in an instant, and was about to snatch the race bag back.

"Ok?"

Ren Qianqiu's eyes were slightly cold.

Sideways, right hand forward.

The Nine Heavens Devouring God Spear appeared in his hand, pointing directly at the Yellow-Browed King.

Seeing the blood-red spear with the blood dragon wrapped around it, the Yellow-Browed King stepped back ten steps in an instant.

I couldn't help swallowing saliva in my throat.

This damned little lady does not have a high realm, but she has such a domineering and powerful weapon in her hand. She is no match for him now.

Better to retreat.

After he recovers from his injuries, he will have a duel with her and get back his race bag.

"Madam Yadong, you wait for me!"

After that, he turned around and ran into the interview room.

Ren Qianqiu also took the Nine Heavens Devouring God Spear into his body to warm it up.

In the dantian, within the golden elixir, there is a miniature version of the Nine Heavens Devouring Divine Spear.

On the back of his hand, there is an inscription of Nine Heavens Devouring God Spear.

In the palm of the hand is the blood dragon winding inscription.

Next, it's time to find Lu Xiaoqian for the silly girl!

He glanced at the manager's assistant and sweeping aunt next to him.

The two of them stared at him dumbfounded.

Ren Qianqiu tossed her hair chicly, and said calmly: "Make a movie, make a movie, don't blame, don't blame!"

[I'm about to get a silly girl, please help me with some recommendation tickets, please please...]

(End of this chapter)