Lord of the Low Version System

Ten days passed quickly, and another month passed in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Liu forgot how many demon fruits he had sent out. At least the monkeys here all ate the fruits and became spirits. There were also other demons everywhere, all thanks to Xiao Liu's favor.

If Tianji could be seen, he would definitely find that Xiao Liu is entangled with millions of causal connections. It is like a sun, radiating strong brilliance in all directions.

Turning wild beasts into monsters is undoubtedly an act of merit. Although it may not seem worth mentioning individually, it can add up to a lot and turn it into merit.

At least the golden body of merit on Xiao Liu's body is richer and more shining. Originally, one foot was already the limit, but now it has grown to three fingers thick.

Faint spots began to appear on the extremely rich merit gold, like faint starlight, lingering around the body.

At this time, a monkey returned empty-handed.

Obviously, everything with a slight yellow tinge around it had been cleared away. Although I had been busy for a day, I didn't get anything.

After becoming spirits, the monkeys opened up their spiritual wisdom, and naturally they would no longer bring fallen leaves in exchange for fruits.

Even if there is such a shameless guy, he will be beaten up and punished severely by other goblins.

Xiaoliu still threw a piece of fruit over, followed by the monkeys and other fairies behind who got nothing.

Your efforts are not without value. At least you let me know that there is nothing I am looking for here.

Hearing this, the goblins were all anxious.

The boss is going to run away.

Everyone is already used to eating this delicious fruit. Those things before were all tasteless. How will we live after the boss leaves?

Dig three feet into the ground!

No, dig three feet into the ground!

Even if we dig out the mountains and clear out the rivers, we still have to find that thing.

So, the goblins all started to move, working on hilltop after hilltop.

I work from sunrise to sunset every day. Although I occasionally dig up some yellow things, most of the time I find nothing.

Xiaoliu always practices what he preaches.

The fairy who has harvested will be given two fruits, and the fairy who has not harvested will also be given one.

On this day, the goblins rushed over with chirping sounds.

From afar, I heard shouts of Found it and There it is.

Xiaoliu cheered up and immediately rushed forward on the cloud.

As a result, what I saw was a group of goblins who were in a state of embarrassment, with bloody heads and bruises, and there were more or less burn marks on their bodies.

What's going on? What happened?

The somewhat ferocious monsters around here have all been eliminated by Nezha and Long Yang, so there can be no more dangerous creatures.

Was it dug out of the ground?

Many died.

A shiny thing.

Two people……

Hearing this, Xiaoliu's heart tightened, someone actually got it first, damn it!

After throwing down piles of fruits and a gourd of healing elixirs, Xiaoliu flew out on a cloud.

At the same time, he sent a message to Nezha and Long Yang - come on, do it!

Hahaha... There are a lot of monsters here, and they are all of low strength. They are like chopping vegetables and melons.

From afar, Xiaoliu saw the fire all over the mountains and heard an extremely arrogant laugh.

It's him!

Xiao Liu took one look and understood the identity of the other party - Nezha.

Of course, it's not Nezha from my own family, but the naughty kid from Chen Tangguan.

Xiaoliu has also seen the list of gods.

Although the list of gods cannot be fully believed, the general context is still there. At this time, Nezha should be resurrected by his master to read the notes. Even if not, he should be practicing magical powers behind closed doors. How could he be wandering outside.

Next to Nezha stood a man with arms and waist. He had a handsome appearance, a masculine temperament, and a tall figure, which was in sharp contrast to the short and dark Nezha.

Master Nezha...senior brother...isn't this bad?

Although they are monsters, killing them all without any concern is harmful to the peace of the world.

If you want to kill, just kill, one shot will kill you, but why do you set fire to the mountain, and use the mountain fire to create a big circle, and continue to reduce the scope of the fire, and refine the monsters in it to death.

Nezha laughed loudly and was rolled in the air by Hun Tianling. His little feet were kicking back and forth, and he was beating the ground with his little fists.

Junior brother Yang Jian, our master often said - those who are hairy, horned, and wet-born, such despicable creatures should be killed one by one on sight.

The strength of these monsters in front of you is humble, but how do you know that they will not become big monsters in the future, and how do you know that the little monsters you overcame today will not slaughter villages and cities in the future?

Besides, Uncle Master said that you have an opportunity during this trip called a three-headed dragon. You have no enmity or enmity with that three-headed dragon, and you don't know whether it is good or evil. Do you want to kill it if it is different?

Yang Jian's face turned red and he didn't know how to answer.

Last month, he was just a mortal in Guanjiangkou. He witnessed the tragic death of his family and the burning of his house.

Inexplicably, he was accepted as a disciple by an immortal and was taken to the mountains to practice. However, he was driven down the mountain to practice within a few days of practice.

Until now, Yang Jian is still confused.

When leaving, the master explained many things, including cultivation methods and other vague prophecies. Although he did not understand them, he wrote them down one by one and pondered them carefully along the way.

When Nezha heard that he had a chance to be a three-headed dragon, he immediately patted his chest and said that he was familiar with the dragon tribe, and headed east to the East China Sea.

After more than a month on the road, Yang Jian had a deep understanding of the character of little senior brother Nezha.

How should I put it? They are no different from those evil men in the village who steal chickens and dogs.

It's just that the evil young men are afraid of their father's stick or their mother's tears.

Little senior brother Nezha is not afraid of anything.

Although all evil boys are hateful, their ability to do evil is limited, but Nezha is different. This is an evil star who peels off dragon skin and cramps dragon muscles at a young age.

Yang Jian has only practiced for a month and a half, but he has a special physique, rapid progress, and is suitable for the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills. His strength is already comparable to that of Nezha, or even a step above him.

It's just that little senior brother Nezha has many magic weapons. If he uses magic weapons, he has no chance of winning.

Therefore, Yang Jian gave up the idea of ​​dissuasion.

If he fails to dissuade him, he will be punished by his younger brother, without even a place to reason.

He turned to look at the group of monsters surrounded by fire.

I saw huge goblins spontaneously surrounding the perimeter, using their bodies to block the shrinking of the fire circle.

It's a pity that this is not an ordinary flame, but a fire-pointed spear sprayed out. Even a big demon with thousands of years of experience will be destroyed in body and spirit, let alone these little demons.

However, the goblins did not waver, and spontaneously pushed the cubs to the middle, then turned around and came to the edge of the fire ring, frantically digging earth and rocks, burying the flames with sand, gravel and even their own bodies.

Chirp, hum, yo...

Various screams came from the fire, and the scene of his father being killed by heavenly soldiers and generals appeared in front of Yang Jian's eyes, and the family house was reduced to nothing in the fire.

At that time, he was a mortal with no power to resist. The only thing he could do was to cover his sister's mouth and run away desperately.

Now that he has practiced spiritual practice, he can pull up mountains and rivers, but the person who set the fire was Nezha, his junior fellow apprentice.

Alas, I just hope that the death of these goblins can satisfy my senior brother and stop killing randomly.

At this time, a golden light lit up on the horizon, and then an overwhelming strong wind hit him head and face.