Underworld Rebirth: Boss, you are dead!

Chapter 358 These days, everything is available!

In this Shenming Mountain, there is a faint trail leading directly to the peaks.

Hong Shixian looked up at Shenming Mountain and sighed:
"What a strong soul energy!"

The soul energy in Fengdu's realm is stronger than that of Mingchu Academy, and this Shenming Mountain is a "grave" without an owner's artifact. With these artifacts, even without the blessing of any magic circle, it is enough to make this Shenming Mountain , Become a holy place for soul cultivation.

Yang Xiu: "It seems that we have to walk along this road."

Hong Shixian: "Let's go, let's go, magic weapon, it depends on fate, I don't know what I can get."

Yang Xiu: "You are an immortal divine body, maybe there is a super high-grade artifact that can fall in love with you!"

"That's right!"

Hong Shixian eagerly said: "Although your soul-integrated Taoist body is rare, I am the only one in the entire Six Realms of the Immortal God Body! I am the only one! Me! The only one! Why don't you have a magic weapon to use?"

Yang Xiu: "Good guy, I'm cheering you on, is this how you repay me?"

Hong Shixian: "Hey, which one of us is with whom, brother, come, get two bottles of 820-year-old daughter red..."

"My daughter is red. It's still 820 years. I still have two bottles of orchid fragrance here. You can deal with it."

"Well, it's better to have something than nothing."

After Hong Shixian took a sip of wine leisurely, he saw Yang Xiu take out a pot of drunk life and dream death from his Qiankun bag.

Hong Shixian's eyes widened: "Brother! You are not a human being, why do you drink better than mine?"

Yang Xiu: "Your white girl still thinks of this and that? Go, otherwise the sun will be setting soon. By the way, where are these magic weapons? Why haven't I seen any of them."

The six realms are full of wonders, and even magic weapons are various.

Normal, what kind of swords, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, abnormal,...

It would be nice to see some bottles, bracelets and the like. Yang Xiu is really afraid that if he encounters a magic weapon in his trouser belt, once he takes it out, his trousers will loosen?
This is so out of style.

However, it's not true that Yang Xiu and Hong Shixian didn't encounter the magic weapon.

Along the way, there are some low-grade artifacts, either buried in the soil, placed on stone slabs, or hung on trees.

But low-grade artifacts are obviously not the goal of Yang Xiu and Hong Shixian.

The two can only go up all the way.

Not long after, Hong Shixian stood in front of a big tree.

The tree looks strange.

The trunk is crooked like a snake, but the branches are extremely straight, and the leaves on it are luxuriant.

Yang Xiu didn't perceive any strange fluctuations from the big tree.

"What? Is there a show?"

Hong Shixian stroked his chin and thought: "It's interesting, let me see what it is!"

Hong Shixian seemed to know how to make this magic weapon manifest, he pulled out a trace of his original soul, and threw it on the tree trunk.

The canopy of the big tree trembled and rustled, and began to shrink rapidly, revealing its real body soon.

Hong Shixian excitedly said: "What a strong fluctuation! This is a good thing!"

Yang Xiu was also looking forward to it, but when he took a closer look, he almost burst out laughing.

What was displayed in front of Hong Shixian and Yang Xiu was a simple looking...

crutch!

Really a crutch!
Hong Shixian wanted to cry but had no tears: "Is this look reasonable?"

"What's unreasonable? Isn't it a mahogany walking stick that is passed down from generation to generation to be the oldest birthday star in the Antarctic in the fairy world?"

Hong Shixian shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, this thing, if I have a life of [-] to [-] years old, maybe I can use it."

"Hmph, I don't know what's good or bad, the old man took the initiative to release the wave when he saw that his lower body was pregnant with the Immortal Body!"

A small man the size of a palm emerged from the top of the crutch.

This little man also looked like a stooped old man.

This is the spirit of this crutch.

The spiritual intelligence of this weapon spirit is relatively high, but this crutch is a middle-grade artifact, which does not meet Hong Shixian's goal requirements.

Hong Shixian: "Old man, you should wait here for the next destined person, we are not suitable."

"Hmph! Ignorant child, how do you know the ability of my leader, Da Taoguai?"

Yang Xiu found that the spirit of the crutch was always leaving him intentionally or unintentionally, or in other words, leaving the flagon in his hand.

"Hey, old man, we are not deeply involved in the world, and we don't understand the depths of the world, so I ask the old man to atone for our sins, atone for our sins!"

Yang Xiu immediately took out a pot of drunkenness from the Qiankun bag.

"Hey, you're good, you're good, you have achieved the body of soul accumulation at a young age, and the future is limitless, limitless, but it doesn't match the old man's five elements and eight trigrams, otherwise, I wouldn't be looking for this fairy body! "

Hong Shixian rolled up his sleeves: "Hey, I have a bad temper..."

Yang Xiu gave Hong Shixian a look, and respectfully poured the drunken dream in his hand onto the crutches.

The wine disappeared as soon as it touched the crutches, and the old man Qi Ling's face gradually turned red.

“It tastes good! It tastes good!”

Yang Xiu said while pouring the wine: "Don't blame the old man, we cultivators in the underworld pay attention to fate, the dragon head and the big peach crutch, the name sounds like a magic weapon with great ability, but my brothers really know little about crutches. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to use your supernatural powers well, and if it falls into our hands, I'm afraid you will still be humiliated."

"Your words, little old man, I love to hear! Love to hear!"

Yang Xiu: "Hey, but to meet is to be destined. Old man, I still have two pots of wine here. If you don't talk to us, is there any other existence on this Shenming Mountain that can barely compete with you?" ?”

Some people eat soft but not hard, and their weapons are about the same.

After all, it is a middle-grade artifact. Although the old man Qi Ling is not low in intelligence, he is not good at playing tricks. Now that he drank Yang Xiu's wine, he wanted to drink more, so he followed Yang Xiu's words and took it.

"Speaking of this Shenming Mountain, it's really... Strange! Strange! When I came here 8000 years ago, little old man, I thought that if I didn't claim to be the king here, I would have some status anyway. You know, I don’t even dare to go halfway up the mountain, halfway up the mountain, all of them are extremely famous high-grade artifacts, because I didn’t find a suitable owner, it’s a pity, a pity.”

The old man Qi Ling saw that Yang Xiu brought out two more jugs of wine, and said excitedly:
"Both of you must be genius descendants of the underworld with lofty aspirations. I don't advise you, little old man. Go up halfway up the mountain. Be careful. Some magic weapons are not as talkative as the little old man. Some of them are even bloodthirsty. Sadism, seeing you, maybe I will kill you immediately, and use your souls to nourish the magic weapon."

Hong Shixian: "Can it still be like this?"

The old man Qi Ling proudly said: "What do you think our Qi Ling is? Except for the master, other cultivators are nothing in our eyes! Only being loyal to the Lord is the meaning of our magic weapon and Qi Ling!"

(End of this chapter)