Sword Spirit Immortal Respects Demon History [Transmigration Book]

An hour later, in another palace.

Sitting in the upper seat, Mo Jiuyuan looked expressionlessly at the three people who were sitting on either side of him and shot a gun, "After destroying my Purple Nether Palace and study, you also destroyed my bathing pool, and even ate it." The treasures of heaven and earth that I have planted for hundreds of years."

Mo Junming raised his hand in protest, "It's only been 90 years since you broke the seal, how can you find the time to plant such natural treasures that take hundreds or thousands of years to mature?"

That's right, after eating so many natural and earthly treasures with enough magic breath, a certain tiger's realm has completely stabilized at the first level of the devil emperor, and the breath doesn't fluctuate up and down, and it can finally take shape happily!

It's just that the tail on his buttocks didn't retract, and it coiled around from his waist to his thighs, which looked very strange.

Mo Jiuyuan glanced at the tail coiled around his waist, and said confidently: "I am the devil emperor, and everything in the devil palace belongs to this emperor!"

Chong Yan squinted at him, "Those beautiful maids, Demon Guards, naturally belong to you too?"

Mo Jiuyuan proudly raised his chin, subconsciously wanting to say "yes", but suddenly realized at the last moment, his lips moved for a long time, and he said dryly: "That's for working to guard the Demon Palace! That's all!"

Chong Yan nodded, "Those natural materials and earthly treasures are naturally used for eating. We came from the fairy world, and you didn't bring out a decent thing to treat them. Let's take these as compensation."

Mo Jiuyuan slapped the table with his palm, and said angrily: "But you smashed three of my palaces, three! Repairing one palace requires 100 million high-grade magic stones, and three, without 300 million, it can't be repaired!"

Chong Yan didn't raise his eyes, and said slowly: "To be correct, it's one. The bath was destroyed by your sword. It has nothing to do with us. There is always a price to pay for peeping. You just need to ask your sword for compensation, Zi Ming. The palace is only damaged on the inside, but the outside is intact, barely half a seat. As for the study, although my cat did it first, as the saying goes, there will be no opera performers without those who watch the opera. The actual damage is due to the two of you. Only fights, my cat takes half of the palace, then it will be the whole, stupid meow, how many high-grade immortal stones do you have?"

Mo Junming raised his head and held his chest up, very confident: "One million and one, and the other one is a gift."

Chong Yan tapped on the table in front of him, nodded, "Very good, if you can afford to support yourself, you are a good cat."

A certain cat raised its head proudly, but was soon overwhelmed by his next sentence, its expression collapsed, "Then, the fairy stones have been given away, what do you want to raise me?"

Mo Junming: "..."

Zhong Yan silently looked sideways at him, his long and narrow eyes were calm and gloomy than the calmest stagnant water, "You have to tell me that a certain cat that just wooed me was so poor that it even Can't you even buy some stone milk for maintaining the sword body for your Taoist companion...?"

Mo Junming: "..."

He saved up all the 2 yuan of high-grade spirit stones in the Department of Criminal Justice that year, including the "red envelopes" given by the elders of the White Tiger Clan. I heard from the mortal world that if two people get together, I can’t continue to live with the elders, I have to go out and buy a house to live by myself. After the cat teaser, I will naturally stay away from Wuhui, the "elder" plus the master. I must go out and buy a floating island by myself, and the fairy stones he saved will be able to It came in handy!

However, man is not as good as God, all his savings have been used to compensate for the collapsed palace, how can he buy floating islands in the future...

The most important thing now is - he doesn't even have the fairy stone to buy stone milk for the teaser to maintain the sword body...

I'm a cat with no money.

He thought sadly.

Cat Teaser won't reject him, will he?

Zhongyan watched him unable to hold back a word for a while, his eyes were bloodshot with anxiety, and finally came to a heavy conclusion - this cat really has no money.

Oh, and by the way, he wasn't very rich either.

Although the treasury of the fairy world is full of all kinds of magical treasures, natural materials and earthly treasures, but that belongs to the fairy world, whose is the fairy world?There is no return!Even if it is his sword, there is no reason to occupy all his property. All these years he has relied on the things in the storage space when he first returned to this body. No matter how precious and valuable those things are, after these 90 years The profligacy of only getting out but not getting in is almost over.

As for what he was squandering on?

Once a month, use the most precious thousand-year-old stone milk to maintain the sword body to ensure that the sword body will always be so shiny and sharp. If it falls down, not only will its strength decline, but it may be that his skin will be dull when he transforms into form , the hair is dry and scorched, and there will be serious problems with the energy of the whole person. At that time, the whole fairy world will gather in front of him and shout in surprise:

"Xianzun, what's wrong with you?"

"But Mo Jiuyuan hurt you again?"

"Couldn't Mu Yan's genius doctor be able to cure you? Is it because your source is exhausted and you're going to die?"

Thinking of the chaos caused by forgetting to maintain the sword body in the first month, he silently decided to maintain the sword body even if he lost his fortune.

When Wuhui was around, he didn't have to worry about any property issues. What would a sword without shape need?Wuhui will take care of the sword body, and Wuhui will satisfy him with anything he needs, and he never feels that he needs anything, which directly leads to him being the magic weapon of his life by Wuhui's side for nearly 1 years. Nothing of my own.

The empty sword field except for the Bodhi tree is the best proof.

Is there any Immortal Venerable poorer than himself in this world?

When Wuhui wakes up next time, he has to ask him how much salary he gives himself for a year. He is so poor that he is almost out of luck. The remaining fairy stones are enough for him to use for ten years. I hope that Wuhui's injury will be completely healed by then. .

He thought a little depressingly: As the head of the criminal justice department, that meow has a salary of [-] top-grade spirit stones a year, and he has no monthly rules to get it as an immortal. He guards such a big treasury, but the things are not his own. I have to work hard to maintain the sword body every month...

Really really dying of poverty!

The seat of honor, Mo Jiuyuan, stared at the two of them for quite a while, and finally confirmed one thing:

This sword argued with him for a long time, and it turned out that it was because... there was no fairy stone to pay for it.

He couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, a little speechless.

Who would believe it, the majestic No. [-] sword in the Three Realms is so poor that he has no fairy stones to support him, and even the No. Shi Er's courtship failed... It is estimated that others will think he is lying.

In such a difficult situation, to be caught by this sword and stab Wuhui to Wuhui, saying that he doesn't even want to give his own son Tianyan sword, and wants him to compensate for the loss of his palace...

He shuddered, forget it, he would rather suffer a little loss than let Wuhui hear about it, he has not forgotten that he is still a former Taoist partner who is still considering getting back together, if something goes wrong, just Can be an ex forever.

It's always okay to be careful, there are only ten years left, if there is no reply, you should be completely fine, just wait a little longer.

He coughed and said sternly: "The damage to the Purple Nether Palace is also my mistake. If I could arrange for him to enter meditation in time, such things would not have happened. I also provoked him in the study, and this matter is over. Let’s not mention it, but…”

He suddenly increased his voice, "If you damage any palace in the future, you will be responsible for all the damage!"

Chong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Then thank you Devil Emperor."

Immediately, he silently pinched a decision in his sleeve, and sent a message to Feng Zi, the head of the Phoenix patriarch who was in charge of etiquette in the immortal world, with his spiritual thoughts: "Prepare five of the largest flat peaches for me and give them to the Devil Emperor. You don’t need to prepare a copy.”

Others gave it to the steps, so it can't be taken for granted. The weight of these five flat peaches is enough to worth the loss of their natural treasures and a palace.

Is there such a sad fairy in the world?Cleaning up the mess for the cats I raised, and "appropriating public property" everywhere, I was speechless.

After Mo Jiuyuan settled the matter of the palace, he finally had the time to pay attention to other things. He looked at him curiously, and couldn't help but said, "Why do I feel that not only your appearance has changed, but also your aura has changed a lot. Such a murderous aura is also very powerful. Just saw it 3 years ago, what happened?"

Zhongyan stretched out a finger and nodded between his eyebrows, his tone was cold, "The person who got in the way left, and he recovered some memory, and remembered something from the past."

Mo Jiuyuan turned his head in embarrassment.

His attitude towards Tianyanjian was not very good before, because Wuhui always cared about Tianyanjian, which made him feel neglected. After his master had been rescued without return, he had already taken a lot of light on it, so thinking about it now, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He coughed, and asked without words: "Can you still change back to the form of no return?"

He didn't forget that Wuhui hadn't fully returned yet, and the fairy world still needed Tianyan Sword to continue to stabilize the situation.

Chong Yan nodded lazily: "Of course."

Suddenly he narrowed his eyes, and watched Di Ming, who was sitting opposite him, took out a sapphire bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, poured out a little transparent clear liquid in his hand, put the bottle on the table in front of him with the other hand, and put The clear liquid was evenly spread on the hands, and instantly the rough hands became shiny and smooth, which looked no different from the hands of a newborn baby.

This clear and mellow taste... 3000-year-old stone milk...

Chong Yan's eyes are a little straight...

In order to wait for the next ten years without returning, he can no longer afford to use stone milk that is more than 1000 years old. Recently, he has used it for about 500 years, and he can barely keep the luster of the sword. Can't do it anymore.

3000 years, he hasn't used it for a long time...

This Mo Jiuyuan is really good to his sword, Shi Ru is so willing to give it to him, he has not had a master to maintain the sword body for 3 years...

While Mo Junming saw him staring blankly at the opposite side, he couldn't help it immediately, stood up, grabbed his hand, and walked out, angrily said: "I'll buy you stone milk for teasing cat sticks, I'm still waiting for you now!" There are 100 million high-grade immortal stones, enough to buy you three bottles of 5000-year-old stone milk!"

Chong Yan added faintly from behind: "It will be gone in three months, and you won't even have a single fairy stone left."

Mo Junming's body froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at a certain tiger in the seat, "How many high-grade magic stones do I get for a year as the devil emperor?"

Mo Jiuyuan coughed, "The entire treasury is yours. On the premise of ensuring the normal transfer of the Demon Realm, you can use as much as you want, even 1000 million a year!"

Mo Junming's eyes lit up - he could afford to raise a funny cat!

Chong Yan looked up at the sky silently——I am indeed the poorest and saddest Immortal Venerable!