The Golden Clothes of the Heavens Beginning with Douluo

Chapter 141 Remnant Picture Ice Emperor
As Bai Ge and Xiao Yan gradually approached the city, there were more and more people around them.

Unlike the previous cities close to the hinterland of the Jia Ma Empire, most of the men here were bare-chested and dark-skinned.

On the other hand, the women who occasionally pass by have a somewhat sexy bronze color.

The women here are not as reserved and shy as the women in the interior of the empire. A tight-fitting leather jacket just covers the breasts and a little bit of the area below, while the slender waist and flat belly are Boldly exposed.

The slender and straight thighs are also only wrapped by some short leather skirts or shorts. While walking, the waist like a water snake twists and turns, giving it a very hot style.

Oh, compared to the brothers and sisters of Mingjiao, they are still worse.

After all, most of the sisters are as white as snow, and "one white covers all ugliness" is not a joke.

Looking up at the huge khaki-colored city wall that could already see the specific outline, I saw two huge light red characters carved on the city wall above the city gate.

Looking from a distance, there is a faint sense of bloody slaughter.

Bai Ge swept his eyes slightly, then turned to face Xiao Yan, let's go, "Little Yanzi".

"Desert City..."

After reading a sentence softly, Xiao Yan smiled and walked slowly towards the gate of the city.

At the gate of the city, more than a dozen soldiers in armor were holding spears, shouting and ordering passers-by entering the city to pay the city entrance tax.

Looking at these soldiers who were fully armed regardless of the heat, Xiao Yan was a little bit taken aback. How could the defense here be stricter than that of a large city like Black Rock City?
Perhaps because of the hot weather, the soldiers guarding here were a little irritable, and there were unceremonious shouts and curses, constantly urging the passers-by at the city gate.

Walking towards the gate of the city, Bai Ge and Xiao Yan didn't pay attention to the shouts and curses from those soldiers.

After all, the two of them are now certified pharmacists of the Jia Ma Empire, and their status is distinguished.

The entrance fee obviously has nothing to do with them.

To enter the desert, water and a map are necessary.

So Xiao Yan and Bai Ge came to a map shop called "Ancient Map" after looking for someone to ask.
It is also what the person Bai Ge and Xiao Yan asked said, the best map shop in Mocheng.

Walking slowly into the store, the interior of the store is not too spacious, the faint light of the two moonstones illuminates the store quite brightly.

Not many people came to buy the map, they looked deserted.

Behind the counter, an old man was carefully making a map with his head down.

With white hair all over his head, he is obviously not young anymore.

However, the withered palm holding the drawing black pen is still strong and strong.

After looking at the map for a while, Xiao Yan saw that the old man didn't intend to end yet, so he pursed his lips, and walked slowly again to a simple wooden frame in the corner of the shop.

This wooden frame is obviously quite old, and it is covered with holes that have been eroded.

On top of it, some yellowed maps were randomly piled up. Judging from the broken traces on the surface of these maps, they seemed to be failures in making the maps.

The palm of his hand casually flipped through these yellowed maps, and a faint musty smell suddenly came to his face, he frowned slightly, Xiao Yan picked up a stack of failed works, his palm trembled slightly, one piece was only the size of a palm The dilapidated picture suddenly fell from the stack of failed works.

Bai Ge at the side hastily stretched out his hand to copy, and put the palm-sized broken picture into his palm.

The second remnant picture of the Jinglian demon fire.

Bai Ge, who has read the original book, of course knows that the value of this picture of the net lotus demon fire is only the remnant soul of the net lotus demon saint hidden in it.

As for the __cpLocation of the Jinglian demon fire, all the major ancient Doudi families actually know about it.

Therefore, Bai Ge did not keep the remnant picture of the Jinglian Yaohuo in his hand, but directly gave it to Xiao Yan.

After all, it is impossible for Baige to allow the Jinglian Demon Saint Ghost to take possession of him.

Bai Ge spread the fragmented map in the palm of his hand, looked at Hai Bodong behind the counter, and said softly: "Mr., I don't know if you still have this kind of map fragment here?"

Having read the original Baige, of course, you know that Remnant Map was actually divided into two by Hai Bodong.

It was also because of this remnant picture that he had won in the Great Tagore Desert that he was sealed away by Queen Medusa for decades.

But of course, Bai Ge wouldn't say this directly, he definitely wanted to ask.

Hearing Bai Ge's question, the old man finally raised his head slowly, his gaze swept across the broken map in Bai Ge's book, but an inexplicable meaning flashed across his cloudy old eyes.

"Have you... seen fragments of this kind of map before?"

His eyes swept over the robe on Baige's body, which represented the identity of a pharmacist, and there was a little surprise in the old man's voice.

"Well, I've seen it." Bai Ge said in a deep voice, "But you don't have to think too much, the secret in this residual picture is a strange fire.

For you who practice ice-type fighting qi, it is tantamount to a deadly poison, meaningless. "

Brother Bai Ge replied frankly.

The principle he believes in is: "In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is worthless."

And Bai Ge's methods of doing things are often irresistible conspiracy.

Just like Lan Ran, the big boss Lan, even if you know that there is a pit in front of you, you have to jump into it willingly.

"Trade Remnant Map to me, and I will help you break the seal and regain the strength of Dou Huang."

Bai Ge went straight to the point, directly throwing out the conditions.

"Little brat, you just want to get this remnant picture away from me with empty words, red mouth and white teeth, you are too good at thinking!"

Hai Bodong sneered at Bai Ge.

Douqi Continent is not Baige's previous life. Here, it is a matter of course that the strong are respected.

Hai Bodong is not stupid, he just heard the word different fire and wanted to get more benefits.

With ice fighting spirit, his only end would be to be burnt to ashes if he encounters a strange fire.

Bai Ge didn't talk nonsense, he raised his hand and held it empty, and the invisible force of space pressed Hai Bodong firmly to the ground.

"Don't say that you are only at the fighting spirit level now, even if you regain your former strength and return to the Douhuang, you will still be no different from an ant in front of me.

It's not good to be too greedy, old sir. "

Bai Ge's left hand was behind his back, and the blue-purple wind, thunder and Cangyan flames in his right hand danced like elves at his fingertips.

"We alchemists have always adhered to the principles of harmony and wealth, and fair trade.

But that doesn't mean you can take us for a ride.

You don't have to think about hiding the whereabouts of the other half of the map from me.

Although the soul-searching secret method is a side door, it is not a rare thing for me.

You should know that even if you break the seal and return to Douhuang, you may not be able to restore your original peak strength.

So, how about I increase the price and add a purple pill that can help you restore your original strength? "

　Don't say anything about butterflies, that's just random animation.

　　With fighting power at the level of a fighting emperor, how could the snake people give up so easily? It's just nonsense.

　　And even though the original book was written in one stroke, it is also very clear that Haibo Dongcai and Medusa had a big fight in the Tagore Desert just for this remnant picture, and they were finally sealed.

　　In the world of the strong, the more masters the better, of course, no one would do such a stupid thing of cutting off one's own arm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)