N-A-A Chapter 113
Chapter 113
"My fucking mother is going to go further away from the avenue, snap, and I was interrupted by you like this."
"The underground is so big, why did you get to me?"
"Don't you know there's someone underground?"
The wretched old man asked repeatedly, and he could see that he was very angry.
"Eh... Senior, your breath is so well hidden, how would I know..."
Jiang Mu scratched his head, aggrieved like a baby who had done something wrong.
"You..." The
wretched old man was so angry that he was a little dizzy, but when he thought about it, it seemed to be such a reason.
"Hmph, I don't care, you dare to disturb the old man's practice, the old man I could have pinched you to death, but the old man I am not the one to kill."
"Which sect are you a disciple, or if you have some relatives, let them quickly take the spirit stone to ransom you."
"If not..."
the wretched old man made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Although the enlightenment was broken, killing Jiang in front of him was certainly angry, but he could not get any actual benefits, and it was better to blackmail him.
"That, senior, bumped into you, it's me who is wrong, how much compensation do you need?"
Jiang Mu thought about it again and again, and decided to exchange money for life.
No matter how important the spirit stone is, it is not as important as his little life.
"Hehe, it's not much, 100,000 spirit stones are enough."
The wretched old man smiled wickedly and spoke.
One hundred thousand spirit stones....
Jiang Mu held the resources of pouring red dust in his hands, and there were still 100,000 spirit stones.
For now, he can only do what the other party says.
Who allowed himself to be so unlucky, digging a grave and digging into someone else's head.
Therefore, Jiang Mu immediately threw out a storage ring and handed it over, "This is a hundred thousand spirit stones, as my gift to my senior."
"The elders of my sect will come to pick me up soon, see you senior!"
After Jiang Mu said this, he was about to turn around.
The wretched old man's eyes lit up, he didn't expect this afterlife to be so rich, and a hundred thousand spirit stones said to give ah!
At that moment, the wretched old man grabbed Jiang Mu and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry to leave, what is your name in the next life, what is the name of the sect, I still know your parents..."
Seeing this, Jiang Mu secretly said that the secret path was not good, this wretched old man was not a good person at first glance, and he must be greedy for him.
But now, how to get out?
I don't have a sect at all, even if I dump red dust, it won't do anything.
Jiang Mu, a great sect in other regions, didn't know much about it, and if it was a great sect, how could he come to such a far place alone?
The only thing that makes sense is the nearby sect.
It's reasonable to wander around and get here, right?
So Jiang Mugong said, "Senior, whose name is Kunli, is a disciple of the Colorful Xiamen. "
No way, Jiang Mu is the closest to the Colorful Xiamen and knows the most.
At least know the name of its sect master.
"Oh... Well? The
wretched old man was stunned for a moment, but quickly covered up his past and nodded thoughtfully.
"In this way, old man, I have a good relationship with the ancestor of Colorful Xiamen, Colorful Xiamen is a very good sect, since you are a disciple of Colorful Xiamen, I will not embarrass you, these 100,000 spirit stones should be a small lesson for you."
"If you were someone else, you might all be a corpse now."
The wretched old man stroked his beard, looking like an elder, and spoke seriously.
"Remember the teachings of your predecessors."
Jiang Mu surrendered.
"Let's go, don't drill blindly into the ground next time, I don't know how many old things are buried near this avenue to the sky."
The wretched old man waved his hand.
Jiang Mu no longer stayed and quickly drilled towards the ground.
For whatever reason, this wretched old man was really willing to let him go.
Is it really good friends with Colorful Xiamen?
But even if the wretched old man didn't let Jiang Mu go, he was prepared for the worst.
Holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, he Jiang Mu couldn't beat it, couldn't he still run?
After Jiang Mu left, the wretched old man fell into deep thought.
Unexpectedly, the blackmail came to his own disciples.
Regardless of whether Jiang Mu was really a disciple of the Colorful Xiamen, the wretched old man would not do anything to him.
Because the wretched old man is not enlightening at all, everything is just fishing.
For the sake of face, the wretched old man could only silently put away the spirit stone and pretend not to be the ancestor of the colorful Xiamen.
"Don't say, this junior is quite rich."
It is impossible to return it back, you can only make appearances and pretend not to know.
The wretched old man felt good in his heart, and he would go out later to change places.
No way, there are always people who don't measure themselves like to drill into the ground.
You know, in this underground, there are many cultivators of the Divine Bridge Realm who are enlightening.
Jiang Mu, who had already flown out of the ground, might be angry half dead if he knew the truth of the matter.
With this lesson, Jiang Mu did not wander around the Avenue Tongtian Pillar anymore.
Although the avenue is expensive, the price of small lives is higher.
Even if he didn't have this avenue breath, he Jiang Mu would also have realized.
So, Jiang Mu continued to fly north, bypassing the Avenue Tongtian Pillar, and after flying a lot of distance, he stopped at the top of a mountain.
The aura in this place is thin, and there are not many demon beasts.
From here, you can also faintly see the Avenue Pillar to the sky.
Under the divine sense, there was no trace of the monk here.
"Damn, three thousand years of Hedong, three thousand years of Hexi, don't bully the young man into poverty!"
"Don't let me meet that wretched old man, or I'll definitely make him spit it out with interest."
Finally, Jiang Mu also shouted out the protagonist declaration.
This feeling of being low in cultivation and being slaughtered by others is really uncomfortable.
It's impossible to compete for more resources.
It seems that he Jiang Mu only has Gou's life.
Although you can be invincible in the end, who doesn't want to sing all the way and walk out of an invincible immortal cultivation road?
Sitting alone on the top of the mountain, Jiang Mu looked at the scenery and sighed.
After sighing and sighing, after exuding some of his thoughts, Jiang Mu got up and began to carve out a cave mansion on the top of the mountain.
It wasn't too much for him.
Subsequently, Jiang Mu sacrificed various formations—
of course, it was not refined by him, but the resources of the red dust itself.
There are still quite a few advanced formations that pour out red dust, and some can even resist the all-out blow of the power of the ordinary Divine Bridge Realm, which only quasi-saints can break through, and most of them have been brought out by him.
If Wu Dao is tired, it is not impossible to continue to study the formation.
The inner three layers and the outer three layers, with the blessings of these formations, Jiang Mu was much more at ease when he practiced.
Now he only hoped that when he had achieved something, that wretched old man had not yet hung up.
Otherwise, it is not pleasant to vent anger.
However, Jiang Mu looked at the appearance of that wretched old man, and it was estimated that it was either the first realm of the Divine Bridge or the cultivator of the second realm of the Divine Bridge.
The initial value of the lifespan of a cultivator in the first realm of the Divine Bridge is seven thousand years, and the initial value of the second realm of the divine bridge is ten thousand years.
That wretched old man should not hang up easily.
Jiang Mu only hated that the speed of this upgrade was a little slower, it took more than a thousand years from the Yuan Infant to the Transformation God, and from the Transformation God to the Crossing Tribulation, I don't know how long it will take.
But fortunately, he Jiang Mu has nothing, that is, his life is long enough.
It really doesn't work, boil that wretched old man to death, and then pee on his grave.
It can also be regarded as a relief.
......
At this time, the wretched old man who was far away outside the Great Heavenly Pillar Array had just completed another order.
The one who was blackmailed by him was a cultivator in the early stage of the tribulation, who wanted to cry without tears.
"Don't be afraid in the future, I'll let you bargain, you only need 50,000 spirit stones to redeem yourself, do you know how many spirit stones the last cultivator like you paid?"
"That's a whole hundred thousand!"