Chapter 2075 The Saint in White Reappears

"This is……?"

Everyone looked at it carefully and were stunned.

No matter how you look at it, this is just a bunch of extremely ordinary bells. There is no trace of fairy spirit or even a trace of spiritual energy. It is just an ordinary thing!

But, how is this possible?

How could this cornucopia fall into mortal things?

Such a situation has never occurred in previous treasure-dropping ceremonies. Although the Martial Spirit God Lord only received a token, which was of no use, it was forged with spiritual materials and belonged to cultivators.

There are also many people who have fallen into some strange things, but none of them are ordinary things!

Besides, with this kid's luck, how could he end up with a mortal object?

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the sworn enemies of the Alliance of Hundred Clans, Master Taixu and others looked stunned at this moment.

They never expected that such a situation would occur.

The Taoist Master Lingbao also had a strange look on his face. He still couldn't believe it. He opened his eyes wide and kept looking at the bunch of bells, wanting to see what happened.

But no matter how many times I inquire, this is a mortal thing!

He is a majestic Emperor of Eighteen Tribulations and the Taoist master of Lingbaotian. He is the best at identifying treasures and will never make mistakes.

"how so?"

"This shouldn't be the case!"

Everyone was whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.

"I see, this kid must have used up all his luck, so he was so unlucky that he ended up with such a mortal thing!"

Someone in the Hundred Clans camp sneered.

"Haha! That's right, this kid was so lucky before, so now it's time for him to be unlucky!"

In the crowd, Lord Wu Ling laughed loudly.

At this moment, not to mention how happy and relaxed he was!

He fell into that piece of garbage and was laughed at many times. Now finally someone worse than him appeared, and it was the boy he hated the most. Nothing could relieve his anger more than this.

Many cultivators showed approval after hearing this.

This is really possible!

After all, this kid was so lucky in the past that he had several supreme weapons. Not to mention that last time in Tianpeng Mountain, a fairy medicine was delivered to his door. This kind of luck is simply unbelievable.

In this world, there is no such thing as being lucky all the time. There will always be times when you are unlucky.

"Haha! I never thought that the person with the worst luck at this treasure-dropping ceremony would be him!"

"Hey! Who would have thought!"

Everyone was greatly moved.

"Haha! Look at me, I'm finally deflated! It's so good! I've never been so happy in my life!"

Lord Wulingshen patted his thigh and laughed at the elder of Wushenshan behind him.

On the Baizu side, there were also bursts of laughter.

All the cultivators from hundreds of tribes looked pleased, as if they were victors.

Among the saint sons of their hundreds of tribes, the legendary armor obtained by the saint son of the night tribe alone can crush almost everyone, let alone this boy's mere mortal item.

In this treasure-dropping ceremony, the biggest winner is their alliance of hundreds of tribes.

They finally defeated this kid once in a confrontation.

They were also as happy as the Martial Spirit God Lord, and they felt like their great revenge had been avenged.

"What the hell is this!"

"My Lord must not have washed his face today!"

On the side of the Creation Gate, the four Tushan monsters whispered.

The faces of all the elders were also a little dark.

"this……"

Yu Shiyan's beautiful eyes widened with astonishment on her face.

After the sound of the film, she snorted, laughed out loud, and said: "It's nothing, it's normal to be unlucky occasionally!"

Mr. Li also smiled and couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Hao stood there, looking at the string of bells in the basin, and frowned tightly.

He has looked at it countless times and found that this is indeed a mortal thing, but how could it be a mortal thing?

What does this string of bells have to do with him?

The person who owns this string of bells should be a mortal, but most of the mortals he comes into contact with are people on earth. After coming to Qiyuan, the people he comes in contact with are all cultivators.

How could he have any connection with such a bunch of bells?

At this moment, he was filled with confusion.

While pondering, he slowly reached out and picked up the bunch of bells.

The bell is purple, made of ordinary iron, with a red rope strung on it.

No matter how carefully Tang Hao looked at it, he still had no impression.

"Little friend Tang, you don't have to be persistent. Everyone has countless causes and effects, especially those of us who are cultivators. The longer we live, the more causes and effects we have. You can't guess which cause and effect this is."

Taoist Master Lingbao smiled.

Tang Hao smiled, but he still couldn't feel relieved.

He shook his hand slightly and shook the bell.

jingle!

The sound is somewhat crisp and ethereal.

But other than that, there's nothing special about it.

"Haha! Look, this kid isn't ready to give up yet!"

"Does he still think that this is some kind of precious treasure? I think this is probably a love debt incurred by this boy in the ordinary world, don't you think so!"

Everyone laughed again.

Many cultivators showed signs of teasing and ridicule.

The square suddenly became extremely lively, and the cultivators began to make up various stories.

And at this moment, at the moment when the bell rang, on the continent below, in the center of Samsara Lake, a figure that had been covered in dust for a long time suddenly moved, and its eyes opened.

"This is...her bell!"

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

That pair of deep, long gazes traveled hundreds of millions of miles, penetrated layers of void, and landed on the square of Lingbaotian.

When he saw the string of bells, a sparkle burst out in his eyes.

Then, he was startled, and his eyes fell on the young man holding the bell.

He had an impression of this young man.

"It's him!"

"That's right! This is a cornucopia! No wonder!"

He murmured, suddenly realizing.

"I must get her things back!"

He stood up suddenly, and disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, when he appeared, he was already above the square of Lingbaotian.

He was like a ghost, appearing here silently. Lingbaotian's defense was in vain in front of him, and no one noticed his arrival.

"Haha! Let me see, that girl must be good-looking, maybe even quite sexy!"

In the Hundred Clans camp, some clan elders laughed.

"Haha! I think so too!"

The other cultivators all started laughing, a bit unscrupulously.

"court death!"

The white-clothed saint's face was livid, and he suddenly shouted, but he didn't make any move. He just glanced at him, and the clan elder froze. Then, with a bang, his body exploded, with flesh and blood everywhere. splash

Even the soul was fried into powder.

In an instant, a saint who had completed the six calamities was turned into ashes and his soul disappeared.

This incident shocked everyone.

The laughter from all directions suddenly disappeared, and the square fell into a dead silence.