I sold the system to the saints in the prehistoric times and I lost money.

Qiankun looked calm, thinking that he had seen everything clearly.

There must be something heaven-defying in the pocket jar, but he doesn't have any expectations because this is not a chaotic world.

Looking at the golden pocket jars filling the sky, the terrifying golden light was mixed with the terrifying Taoist rhyme. Even he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

If possible, he would really like to treasure the pocket jar.

There are 2,000 pocket jars, and the rhyme is as thick as a thumb when condensed together. While sighing at Lin Chen's wealth, he also gained a familiar understanding of the power of Hunyuan Dao Cultivator.

Pangu had never achieved this terrifying method.

For the sake of promotion, let alone small measures, even if they were allowed to serve violent female creatures in Chaos for tens of thousands of epochs, tens of thousands of epochs would be too long, and their waists would not be able to bear it.

One era is enough, and they have to execute it cheerfully.

Time is the least valuable thing for their naturally long Chaos Demon Gods.

"Let's open them one by one, so that we can learn more about the Tao Yun."

He was ready to imitate the old loach and burst all the pocket jars together, but seeing this terrifying Dao Yun, Qiankun still resisted showing off.

Although it was fun and a sense of accomplishment to explode together, it also lost the opportunity to understand the Tao Yun. His Qiankun was not stupid.

Then a strange scene appeared. Qiankun stood there quietly holding a pocket jar in both hands.

He closed his eyes, as if in trance, and made no other movements.

"What is this old Biden doing? Is he also stupid?"

"It must be hard for them to live in chaos, right? Look at what they look like without seeing the world."

"Who says it's not the case? They keep saying we are indigenous every day."

"I've never even seen a pocket can. Every one of them is either crazy or stupid."

Among the prehistoric saints present, who has not been caught and tortured by the three people in front of him when traveling in Chaos? Now that they are on their own territory, they finally have the opportunity to ridicule, how can they let it go?

It's just that they have to maintain the image of being superior in front of others, but the two Westerners don't have too many scruples. They don't want to be shy.

When it comes to ridicule, there is no room for it, and you can do it as you please.

Of course, it's just a chat, and it's usually suppressed by a look from the other party.

He shrank his neck back, but after a while, he would jump out again.

"Why can't you realize it?"

"Damn it, what kind of method is this?"

"It's obviously right in front of us, but it feels like there's a long river of time between us."

After a long time, Qiankun was disappointed. The Tao Yun on the pocket jar in front of him could be seen but not touched.

Not to mention feeling it, I couldn't even touch it. I put it in front of my eyes without believing it, and my eyes widened, but I still couldn't feel it.

With a helpless sigh, he slammed the pocket jar to the ground.

I saw a gray beam of light rising into the sky, without any aura or terrifying pressure.

"Haha, katana!"

The two Westerners were about to jump out and ridicule them, but when they met Qiankun's sharp eyes, the corners of their mouths twitched and they suppressed their sarcastic words.

"Haha, Momojiji, you won't be able to ship the goods like this."

Haotian laughed wildly in his heart, holding the pocket jar, looking left and right, didn't this give the opportunity enough time to escape, can you ship the goods like this?

"In the past, I would never have agreed with Haotian's words, but today I discovered that Haotian's experience in opening cans seems to make some sense."

Tongtian squinted his eyes, and while converting the magic power in his body, he also silently watched Qiankun open the can.

It has to be said that these people were not happy at all when opening cans, and they were so annoyed that he couldn't help but want to rush up and smash the cans.

"Old Biden, you will know what a non-chief is later. How dare you threaten me? You don't even look at where this place is. Do you think this is a world of chaos?"

Feeling the terrifying gaze, Zhunti shrank his neck, stood behind Jieyin, muttering, squatting on the ground, drawing circles and cursing the three of them.

"A rusty katana?"

Taking out the light group from the light pillar, I didn't expect that the first thing was this garbage.

With a slight exertion, the rusty katana turned into dots of starlight and disappeared before his eyes.

Even though I knew I wouldn't ship the goods, I still felt a little disappointed after being verified by myself.

There was no accident, and the luck in my heart completely turned into nothingness.

"Hey, forget it, it seems the ending is doomed."

Another pocket jar was smashed down, and Qiankun's expression didn't change much as he saw the same beam of light again.

"Rusty katana!"

"Rusty katana!"

"Rusty katana!"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

In the blink of an eye, there were a total of 1,500 golden pocket jars and samurai swords of the same color, without any repetition.

Everyone had thick smiles on their faces, looking at Qian Kun whose expression remained unchanged in disbelief.

"Fellow Daoist Qiankun, what are your thoughts at this time?"

"How did you manage to make all rusty katana swords?"

Zhunti finally couldn't help it anymore, patted his big belly, walked up to Qiankun extremely arrogantly, and looked at him up and down.

His eyes were like a scanner, scanning up and down, as if trying to see through it.

"snort!"

Qiankun snorted coldly, he had already thought of this result.

Seeing the other party's provocative gesture, he wished he could kill this ant with a single tripod.

Let him know what it means that gods and demons cannot be insulted, but he controlled it forcefully.

This is not the ancient world, and his space laws are not practical here, because Hongjun and Lin Chen do not allow him to use force, so he can only snort coldly and disdainfully.

"Tsk, bad guy, a non-chief is a non-chief."

"You still claim to be the darling of Chaos?"

Hearing Zhunti, this ant's words, Qiankun was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

His Qiankun was saved by Yangmei Ancestor in the war between demons and gods. Among the chaos demons, he was at the bottom of the pile.

After these years of continuous hard work, he finally recovered his cultivation. He has always called himself the beloved of Chaos and avoided the catastrophe of Chaos. How could he let this ant insult him again and again?

With a sharp light in his eyes, he put down the pocket jar in his hand and took out the Qiankun Ding.

"Have you lived enough? Believe it or not, even that old loach Hongjun won't be able to save you if I push the cauldron down!"

It really disgusts the world. It's okay to be an ant, but you jump out from time to time to attack people. This is your fault.

Locked in by this huge murderous aura, the arrogant Zhunti finally reacted, and his whole body was agitated.

Shrinking his neck, he looked at Dao Ancestor, who was meditating with his eyes closed under the big willow tree, and Lin Chen, who was drinking tea silently.

At this time, Zhunti felt bad all over, and hurriedly hid behind Jie Yin, like a little chicken, not daring to show his face at all.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, there is no need to be angry. We don't care about the ants. Open the can! Open the can!"

Seeing Zhunti's defeat, Haotian was extremely satisfied and jumped out to smooth things over. He even took out a Chaos Spirit Fruit and handed it over.

"We don't know the ants, so we secretly conveyed the message, 'This is the Good Fortune Mall. Private actions are not allowed. Just teach them a lesson."

Feeling the power of chaos emanating from Haotian, he took a deep look at Haotian and accepted the wild strawberries with a smile.

"Haha, thank you Haotian. I didn't expect that your cultivation level has already reached the second level of Hunyuan. If you have the opportunity to come to Chaos, I will take you around."

Qiankun was also shocked, almost being overstimulated by Zhunti.

This is the Creation Mall. He smiled at Haotian and accepted the other party's kindness.

"Zhunti! You fool, don't you want to live in the wilderness anymore?"

Haotian turned around, and an angry voice directly hit Zhunti's mind.

"You slander the demon god like this, do you want to die?"

Zhunti heard the words and was about to refute, but a huge pressure came from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body was frightened.

It is true that they hate the gods and demons of Chaos, but they ignore that Hongjun is the biggest god and demon. Doesn't this mean they also slander Hongjun?

This is fucking seeking death. Stop cultivating bliss and cultivate the path to death.