Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 68 67. The Big Trouble of Little Pomegranate (Continued)

  The words are divided into two ends, and turn to Jiang Xia's side.

  In the small desert town, in Roger’s room, Jiang Xia was sitting in danger, holding a pen in his hand, writing and drawing on a piece of parchment that was obviously torn from some kind of book.

  Before him, the vivid stone sculpture transformed by the pomegranate still maintains the funny running posture.

   There is still a trace of fear that cannot be wiped off on the ugly face.

   Jiang Xia is trying to save it.

   "You took a little spirit in the Qi-training realm into the wasteland? Why do you torture it so much? Do you hate it so much?"

The beautiful handwriting of Mr. Crow appeared on the parchment in front of Jiang Xia's eyes.

  The malicious mockery made Jiang Xia curl her lips.

  He wrote:

  "I am a common man, how do I know that pomegranate will become like this after being brought over?

  These spirits are also too weak. The wolf demon was brought over. I don't see that its combat effectiveness has dropped much. It is still a body of copper skin and iron bones. "

  This line of words was written down, the handwriting disappeared quickly, and the handwriting belonging to Mr. Crow appeared.

  "Can monsters and spirits be the same thing? The former is the first to have the shape, and then the chance to give birth to the magic. In its essence, it is no different from the human monk.

  But weird, but weirdness can take shape.

  Its essence is the concrete representation of all things in nature, wind, fire, water, soil, mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars. They are bred by spiritual energy, and they cannot be supported by spiritual energy for a moment.

  You take it to the wasteland.

  There is no aura, for the spirits, it is no less than a fish out of the water, people have no air, and it is not much worse than Lingchi's torture. "

   is like an explanation from the predecessor to the younger generation, Mr. Crow said in detail:

  "As for combat effectiveness.

  Don’t have any misunderstandings. They are not weak at all. Under the same realm, no matter it is a monster monk, they dare not provoke the spirits of powerful races.

  They are very few in number, they are born with natural health, Zhong Ling gathers, and they have their own natal supernatural powers when they are born. It is said that they are unknown to kill.

  If the spirit can grow into a fairy, the Holy Spirit, its every move is enough to change the world, and even directly affect the rules of the operation of a world.

  I have been to some worlds and heard some rumors.

  It is said that the nature of the sun, moon and stars, day and night that we see is also related to spirits.

  And the spirits are very united and very vengeful.

  Every world is the same.

  If this pomegranate hill monster died because of you, once the incident is revealed, you will be unable to move in the Suffering Wood Realm. Even if you hug the thighs of the Immortal League, you will definitely not be able to protect you.

  After all, the spirits of the Suffering Wood Realm also have a holy spirit under their shelter. "

  Jiang Xia pulled the corner of her mouth, then glanced at the pomegranate again, and wrote:

   "That's why I asked you Mr. Crow for advice.

  How to rescue the pomegranate, and, is there any way to let it willingly and keep a secret for me without hurting it. "

   "There is a way."

  Mr. Crow’s answer quickly emerged.

  But before Jiang Xia smiled, another sentence appeared on the parchment.

   "But, it's not free. Or, you can use the license I promised earlier to change this method."

   Jiang Xia put down her pen and took a sip of cigar.

  A few seconds later, he picked up his pen and wrote:

  "Humanity is very valuable and cannot be used here. If I ask you for help, how much is the price?"

Mr. Crow was also unambiguous, and words appeared immediately.

  "Hundred pieces of spiritual stones, thousands of immortal coins."

   exclusion.

  I’m really welcome.

  But Jiang Xia didn’t care about this. He frowned and asked:

  "What do you want these to do? As a star explorer, these things are not rare to you, right?"

   "Naturally be a souvenir, take it back and show it to the family."

  Mr. Crow naturally replied:

   "I've moved about a third of the Suffering Wood Realm, and there is nothing to make people's eyes shine here, it's a typical immortal cultivation civilization.

  However, the special organization form of Xianmeng made me very interested.

  There is also the fairy money from Tongtianfang, which can be regarded as a special product of your sorrow wood realm. Naturally, you have to get some. When you go back to my hometown, you can brag to the people in your hometown. "

   "Okay, I'll start preparing when I go back."

   Jiang Xia wrote:

   "Tell me how to do it now."

  Mr. Crow didn't answer immediately this time. Jiang Xia waited for about five or six seconds before seeing the writing on the parchment, but this time, it was blood red.

   is like blood flowing on the parchment, full of uncertainty.

  Only one sentence.

  "This is the first transaction between you and me as star wanderers. Shouldn't you go wrong?"

  This is like a question.

   is like a warning again.

  Jiang Xia was not afraid, he curled his lips, like a prank, and drew a big smile on the parchment as an answer.

  "Stop joking, remember what I said next."

  Mr. Crow's handwriting appeared again.

  Not many words appeared this time, only a few hundred words.

  But the form is very formal, and there are many rare words. Fortunately, Jiang Xia has the memory of Jiang Shusheng in his mind, otherwise he would really not understand some of the words.

   And this passage is like those paraphrases used to sacrifice to the heavens. Just read it out, it has an ancient sense of ritual.

  "You read it first, and then let the pomegranate repeat it."

  Mr. Crow told:

   "No word can be wrong."

"That's it?"

   Jiang Xia felt very funny, he wrote:

   "Just read it twice and let it keep a secret for me willingly? Isn't it? How do I feel that you are lying to me?"

   "You know what it is."

  This kind of questioning made Mr. Crow very dissatisfied. He replied:

  "This is similar to Fengzheng. You don’t understand this. I don’t even bother to explain it. You just understand it as an oath.

  All monks know that they can talk nonsense at ordinary times, but if they involve oaths and the like, they must be cautious. You, ordinary people, don’t understand the meaning of these words at all.

  The pomegranate is a silly monster who just came out of the mountain, and I don’t even understand it.

  The so-called ignorant is fearless.

   is talking about the situation of the two of you.

  What I give you is the best way to solve your current problems.

  Don’t have to say more, hurry up and save it.

  With the strength of the pomegranate, if you don’t use it, it will really turn into a stone statue, and there will be no more survival. "

  After speaking, a period appeared on the parchment.

   means that Mr. Crow does not intend to say too much. Except for the hundred-character sentence, all the writing on the surface dissipated in this instant, making the parchment darker.

   There were even some cracks and folds on it.

represents.

  Use it again, it may lose its effect.

   Jiang Xia rubbed his chin, thinking of Mr. Crow's strength, and making a deal, probably not taking this opportunity to tease him.

   even if you don’t believe it.

  But at this time, apart from the unidentified Mr. Crow, there is no one who is proficient in spiritual practice around him to discuss.

After hesitating for a few breaths, Jiang Xia picked up the immortal money and placed it around the stone statue of Garnet. When he let go, the pomegranate trapped in the statue seemed to feel the last possibility of survival.

  With a few crisp sounds, the aura in the fairy money was drawn out a little bit.

  Like smoke, most of it dissipated in this world without aura as soon as it appeared, and the remaining half was swallowed into the stone statue.

  "Click"

   There was a muffled sound, and a stone shattered on the head of the stone statue. The pomegranate blinked, and the light of ghosts and ghosts reappeared in the red eyes.

The expression on   's face also regained.

  But only the head recovers, and the body is still a stone statue.

   is obviously due to lack of aura.

   "What the **** did you do!"

  It can be seen that the pomegranate is also very scared. It has round red eyes, staring at Jiang Xia, with unspeakable anger and a touch of fear that cannot be hidden in its eyes.

  In the blink of an eye, the world changes, the two worlds move, this is only true and powerful.

  A mere mortal in Jiangxia can actually do it. It only takes a moment to replace the world, which really scares the pomegranate enough.

  What's more, it is still in the state of a stone statue.

  This is the state that the old mountain monsters will only have when their birthday is near.

   turned into a stone statue, for the mountain monster family, it is equivalent to death.

  Pomegranate is a young mountain monster. His long life has just begun, and I have not seen the world of Huahua.

  How can it not be afraid?

  Faced with the fear of pomegranate, Jiang Xia smiled, slowly picked up the large-caliber pistol from her hand, and placed it in front of her eyes.

  He deliberately lengthened the pitch, like the villain, saying to Pomegranate:

   "Pomegranate, you make it hard for me to make it.

  You see, we got along well before, but now, you know my biggest secret. You are from Taofuyuan again, which really makes me entangled. "

   While talking, he moved the revolver's hammer backwards, glanced at pomegranate maliciously, and said:

   "I'm sorry, my friend, I can't let you go back, and can't let you tell this to other people."

"do not!"

   Pomegranate screamed, instinctively trying to escape.

  But it can only move its head now. Seeing Jiang Xia turn the muzzle around, he can only shout with a sound like rubbing a stone:

  "This monster will not talk nonsense. You believe in this monster. This monster is an honest and good monster. The spirits in Yandang Pond all call this monster ‘good honest and reliable pomegranate’.

  What this monster promised will definitely not violate its promise.

   Jiangxia!

  You also gave this monster something, and this monster also helped you.

  We are friends. "

  It yelled and Jiang Xia seemed to hesitate. The muzzle that was originally aimed at Pomegranate’s eyes, moved away a bit, Jiang Xia stared at it and said:

  "Are you really willing to keep secrets for me?"

   "Well, um, this monster is willing!"

  Pomegranate nodded vigorously, trying hard to make a reliable look, but her ugly face would make her smile awkwardly.

  How to see how bad it is.

   "But I don't believe you."

   Jiang Xia shook her head, then pointed her muzzle at the pomegranate, and said:

  "You are the supervisor of Taofuyuan, and you keep saying that you must be loyal to the Xianmeng. I know that you are serious and dare not put your wealth and life on your words.

  Forget it, pomegranate, sorry. "

   After finishing speaking, he was about to pull the trigger, pomegranate let out a scream, closed his eyes, and his cheeks were shaking. Seeing this scene, Jiang Xia knew that the fire was almost over.

  Pomegranate closed her eyes and waited for the bullet to hit.

  But there was no movement for a long time, it quietly opened its eyes, only to see Jiang Xia holding the gun, her face very tangled, and her fingers constantly rubbing the trigger.

  The little monster was so lucky that he immediately guessed that Jiang Xia could not make up his mind.

  In my heart that should have been disgusted with Jiang Xia, at this moment, I felt that Jiang Xia still had some affection for it.

  There is still a little touch in my heart.

  If the two sides switch positions.

  If it was Pomegranate who did a big mistake that could endanger his life, Jiang Xia would find out that Pomegranate would definitely find a no one’s corner and bury Jiang Xia directly.

   "Forget it, I can't do it, you are right, we are friends, we shouldn't be so cold-blooded between friends.

  You swear. "

   Jiang Xia finally sighed, put down the gun, and said to Pomegranate:

  "I heard that monks have a heart-devil swear, and you should have them too. You swear that you will treat me as a friend and you will never betray me in this life.

  I will take you back. "

"OK."

  Pomegranate was overjoyed, and she immediately smiled happily, and was about to say something casually, to fool Jiang Xia, a mortal who didn't know how to practice, but saw Jiang Xia pick up a piece of parchment and put it in front of her.

   "I have found a friend who knows how to practice spiritual practice and will help you draw it up."

  Jiang Xia stared at the pomegranate, and then looked at the paragraph on the parchment. He said:

   "I will read it first, and you will read it after me, is it okay?"

  Pomegranate's heart is tight.

   Seeing Jiang Xia’s expression, it knew that it had been used by this guy, but it couldn’t say nothing at the moment. If it didn’t swear, it would prove that it had a ghost in its heart.

   Jiang Xia is still holding a pistol in his hand.

  In the past, this bullet did not threaten it. The natural stone skin of the mountain monster is still very powerful, but now, most of his body is turned into a stone statue.

   Even if the bullet is useless.

  Jiang Xia also has ways to rectify herself.

  The firearms he used could injure a demon general. At this moment, in this ghostly place far away from the emperor, it is not difficult to murder an unlucky innocent mountain monster.

  Under Jiang Xia's gaze, Pomegranate had a bitter face, and she could only show an ugly dry smile.

   "Okay, you put the gun down first, if you have something to say, this is the weird idea."

  (End of this chapter)