God of Rebirth Investment

Blackbeard became more and more restless, his old face flushed red, and several spirit scripts subconsciously appeared around him, but he stared at Chang Dong, and did not dare to type them out.

However, he didn't hit it, but Chang Dong stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Immediately, the black beard's face turned pale.

With a wave of his hand, Chang Dong threw his black beard out of the window like he was upside down: "If you dare to trespass again, it's not just a cigarette butt."

Blackbeard's whole person, no, it should be said that his entire spirit body fell out of the yard in a daze.

It took a while before he regained control over his body. He had just recovered, and before he had time to feel emotional, a car drove up, forcing him to lose his supernatural powers.

The old black beard stood up with a flushed face. He looked at the high-walled courtyard next to him, feeling resentful and frightened. He wanted to say a few words on the occasion, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

After a long while, I had to go away resentfully.

Chang Dong stood at the window, looked at the black beard going away, curled his lips.

About half an hour later, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the copper door.

The servant came to report that it was a visit from a man who claimed to be a director of the Xuanjiao Association.

Chang Dong raised his eyebrows and met this person in the living room on the first floor.

When the figure of that person appeared at the long entrance, Chang Dong stood up with a smile on his face, looking sensible.

It's just that when the visitor saw Chang Dong's behavior, his old face immediately darkened, and his heart became even more disturbed.

The visitor's name was Rong Xueyi, one of the directors of the Xuanjiao Association, and the head of the Dajing Institute. When he saw Chang Dong's smiling gesture, his expression froze.

Especially when he saw Chang Dong looking at his chin fiercely, his expression was even more embarrassing.

This Rong Xueyi was none other than the black beard who was just thrown out of the window by Chang Dong.

It's just that when he returned to his physical body, his chin was as clean as a virgin, it was the first time Chang Dong had seen such a discrepancy between the outside and the inside.

"May I ask, sir, who did you study under?" Rong Xueyi humbly asked while the servant was still there.

Chang Dong smiled, waved at the servant, and said, "Sit down and talk."

Rong Xueyi gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. uses the name of the game to invite fellow Taoists from all over the world. I hope you will forgive me for trespassing on Mr.'s mansion because of the excitement of hunting."

"Tsk, you Xuanjiao people speak so politely?" Chang Dong asked.

"Ah? No, I'm just..." Rong Xueyi blushed, not knowing what to say.

"Sit down and chat!" Chang Dong spoke for the second time.

Rong Xueyi didn't dare to scribble any more ink, and sat cautiously beside him, the fragrant tea on the table curled up like silk, just like his state of mind, stretching and erratic.

It was really the one in front of him, too abnormal, too unexpected.

Seeing that he is obviously an ordinary person, with no trace of cultivation in his body, but he can be imprisoned immobilized by just raising his hand, such means are simply unimaginable.

"Come here for the sea of ​​sacrifice?" Chang Dong asked.

"Ah, yes."

"You are late."

"Ah? Already picked up the soul?"

"Ah."

When Rong Xueyi heard this, he suddenly lost his mind.

Like Cao Fu, he is a monk.

The difference is that Cao Fu cultivated the Talisman School, but he cultivated the Incense Fire School, also known as the Outer God School.

Although the incense school pays attention to incense, whether the spirit body is strong or not is the basis for how much incense is mobilized, so it also attaches great importance to the spirit body.

Now hearing that the soul of the sacrifice has been picked, it is naturally difficult to accept.

After a while, Rong Xueyi forced himself to say: "Is the soul of the priest still in your hands?"

"part of it."

Rong Xueyi trembled all over: "Really?"

"Fake." Chang Dong said in a bad tone.

Rong Xueyi saw the joke in Chang Dong's tone, and his expression didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he said after a while: "Can you give me a moment?"

The moment here is naturally a unit of psionic energy.

Chang Dong still has [-]% of the sacrificial soul left in his hands, and there are about thirteen quarters left.

"Okay, get something in exchange."

"what do you want?"

"inherited!"

Rong Xueyi's face suddenly trembled.

442 Real estate agency sales?

In the first ten days of February, Chang Yuanyuan's side had just had their winter vacation, and Chang Dong's side took her back to Linjiang to prepare for the Spring Festival.

Accompanied by a puppet cat, it has a big face and a round head, which is really cute.

Along the way, almost all of them were dominated by Chang Yuanyuan's knees, and they were very spoiled.

Chang Dong closed his eyes and fell asleep, as if he was worrying about the company affairs, but in fact his mind was full of thoughts on how to wake up the sea of ​​sacrifices.

According to Sang Junwu, the reason why Sea of ​​Sacrifice died was because his soul was picked, and this soul was forged by the countless memory fireflies of Fragment Galaxy.

To wake up the sea of ​​sacrifices, the first step, the most important and the most difficult step, is to wake up these fragmented galaxies.

There are two ways here:

One, Li Daitao is stiff.Using a special spirit talisman to activate memory fireflies, just like the hundreds of memory fireflies that Chang Dong lit up when he collected the sea of ​​sacrifices.

The disadvantage of this method is that it requires a large number of talismans, just look at the hundreds of thousands of talismans in the fragmented galaxy.

Carving seal scripts consumes spiritual energy, even if the consumption is not much, it is not something Chang Dong can afford to seal seal carving.

It can be said that even if he was drained dry, he would not be able to carve [-] spirit scriptures.