Chapter 678: Intensive

The sacred object of Zhaixing Tower is the key target of He Lingchuan's operation this time. Zhuo Ju can't be defeated too quickly.

It's hindsight! Zhuo Ju is angry when he sees him now: "The past is the past, and the present is now!"

"You don't know the truth at all!" It is full of confidence, "Last time, it was the god Tong Ming Zhenjun who descended, but he couldn't beat me, so the old thief Lingxu had to take action! Hehe, otherwise, how many of his so-called righteous gods would be able to beat me after they descended?"

Dong Rui was moved: "So it turned out that there were two consecutive gods descending last time?"

They, outsiders, only know that the gods took action to suppress the culprit of the Lingxu City earthquake, but they don't know the twists and turns.

It turns out that even the legendary Lingxu Saint took action personally?

Lingxu City is named after his title, which shows his high status in the God Realm.

But now think about it, the Great Huan Sect and Lingxu City spent a lot of money to feed the giant monster with a black crystal in the left hand and a secret mine in the right hand. How can its combat power be the same as many of the great monsters that are lingering on now?

More fundamentally, the Juju is the spirit of Xushan Mountain, and can directly grab power from the infinite earth fire. If it is a battle of consumption and endurance, it is naturally invincible.

It can be said to be blessed by nature.

In its own territory, there are few things that can beat it.

Most of the demons and immortals that have survived from ancient times to the present should be like Zhu Erniang. Only the one in front of him is a unique existence.

So it must be particularly painful for the Heavenly Palace to raise a stone to hit its own feet?

Speaking of which, he heard from Sun Fuping before that there have only been five recorded divine descents in history. It seems that the real situation is far more than that. At least more than ten years ago, when the Juju was suppressed, there were two consecutive divine descents.

Sure enough, the truth is hard to find.

"That's right!" Zhuo Ju chuckled, "As far as I know, Lingxu used too much force last time and damaged the skin. After so many years, he hasn't found a new replacement."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan was stunned, "Is it hard to find?"

With the ability of a great empire like Beijia, it has not been able to find an incarnation that the gods want for more than ten years?

"Nonsense!" Zhuo Ju snorted, "Ordinary humans can't bear the gods' descent, and some will collapse the moment they descend. The more powerful the gods are, the higher the requirements for the skin, and some even have special requirements... Well, I heard that the best skins have to be booked a long time in advance, and they can't be made up in a hurry!"

Is it like this? Does the best skin need to be ordered in advance?

He Lingchuan immediately thought of Zhong Shengguang's beloved daughter.

As he learned more secrets, he actually had more doubts in his heart. General Hong can perfectly bear the power of the sky. Does it prove that Zhong Shengguang's reward to the gods is not a momentary idea, but has been planned for a long time?

He Lingchuan even thought of himself. When the sea of ​​consciousness was invaded by the gods, they mentioned that the glowing mark belonged to another god, "Narakuten".

When was this mark planted? If it was a long time ago, does it prove that the original body also...?

His thoughts were interrupted by Zhuo Ju. This rock fire giant monster was already impatient: "I have said everything I need to say, why don't you leave quickly?" Standing at the bottom of the dark valley and chatting idly, do you really think this is a night tour of Xushan?

"Oh, right." He Lingchuan took out Shaoling ore from the storage ring and poured it all into Zhuo Ju's palm, "Your midnight snack."

He bought a total of 300 kilograms of Shaoling ore from Fang Canran. The last time the puppet fished out Zhuo Ju, it only took less than 100 kilograms. Even if we want to cooperate happily, the rest will be given to it.

"Thank you." Really stingy, all the dark forces that have come into contact with it, this kid is the most stingy! Zhuo Ju grabbed the ore and swallowed it in one gulp.

"See you in two days." He Lingchuan waved to it and strode out of the territory of Xushan. This time there was no problem.

While the air was still humid, he and Dong Rui walked out of the mountains and rode the snail toad back to Pianxiang Villa.

He Lingchuan was careful, and Ju Ju had never seen the snail toad from beginning to end.

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The next day, there was thunder and lightning.

The whole world seemed to be quiet, with only the sound of heavy rain between heaven and earth.

Even the little squirrel that came to deliver the letter to He Lingchuan had water drops on its forehead.

He Lingchuan hurriedly took it to warm the fire. The little thing grumbled and asked for overtime pay for running errands on rainy days.

It was not only it that delivered the message, but there was also a whole team behind it.

He Lingchuan had to generously donate an extra ten taels of silver and five catties of golden pine nuts.

This is taken from the golden pine unique to the northern coast. The yield is small and the taste is particularly fragrant. In Lingxu City, it is not only popular among humans, but also rodent monsters love it. The only feature is that it is expensive. The money for buying five bags of ordinary pine nuts is only enough to buy half a pound of golden pine nuts.

The little squirrel ran to the fire to shake its fur, and started to eat while warming the fire.

"What's the news?" This little thing is getting more and more bossy.

"Oh, he said that everything has been settled."

He Lingchuan confirmed again: "Is the number correct?"

"The number is correct, and there are 300 more pounds."

He Lingchuan then smiled with satisfaction: "Great, General Manager Fang is really reliable."

It can be done in such a short time limit. The power of General Manager Dunyuan is really not small.

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After another two hours, the heavy rain that fell on Lingxu City finally stopped.

Merchants in the street market came out to solicit business, trying to grab more orders before dark. Lingxu City is a land of gold, and the rent is terrifyingly expensive. The heavy rain delayed most of the day, and the remaining time cannot be wasted.

Wu Ji Pie House in Nanxinzhuang is a husband-and-wife team. When the shop flooded, the wife bent down to scoop water while the husband was busy lining up the freshly baked pie in front of the stall.

His house was a residential house along the street that was converted into a shop. The wooden windows were laid flat outward, turning it into a table that did not touch the ground. Nanxinzhuang has rules that do not allow business on the road, and violators will be severely punished! Stalls that are suspended in the air like this are not considered to be occupying the road, so every store does this, which is a major feature of the area.

"Freshly baked pie, with custard filling, winter melon candy and bacon filling, rose maltose filling——"

The steaming three-piece pie was placed on the stall, neatly arranged, and the fragrance spread two miles.

If there was no real effort, if there was no recognition from the neighbors, how could Wu Ji Pie survive in the fiercely competitive Lingxu City?

There were more and more pedestrians on the street, but somehow, no one seemed to want to buy pie. There were so many people coming and going in front of the store, but no one stopped.

Old Wu had to ask his wife to go out and shout.

His wife held a plate with sliced ​​cakes on it for customers to try.

Four or five children ran over from the opposite side, chattering.

His wife invited them to have two cakes, and the children accepted them all, arguing while eating.

One of the little fat boys said, "What a big snail, so big!"

"What snail? It's a slug!"

The little fat boy was not convinced: "Its shell is as big as a house, can't you see it? My father said that snails have shells!"

The wife was surprised: "What are you talking about?"

"There is a big snail over there, bigger than a small house!" The child pointed to the Baisong warehouse opposite and gestured, "We saw it through the crack of the door!"

"Slug!"

The little fat boy rolled his eyes and looked at the woman sincerely and said, "Sister Liu, I'm going to buy three malt cakes. Come with us to take a look and judge whether I am right!"

A snail bigger than a house? Sister Liu agreed without thinking much. Isn't it just a matter of walking two steps?

She turned around and explained to her husband and followed the children.

Wu Ji Pie has been open in Nanxinzhuang for 18 years, watching the warehouse opposite change four owners. Warehouses are places to store goods, with only a few warehouse keepers living there, and they don't need to be carefully maintained at ordinary times. In the yard at the entrance of the alley, there is a broken board that has not been repaired for four or five days. Now only half of it is left. People coming and going can see what is happening in the warehouse at a glance.

When the children came here, the noise became quieter. They often shushed each other to remind each other, fearing that they would disturb the things inside.

When they came to the side of the board, the fat boy whispered, "Sister Liu, look!"

Sister Liu leaned over to take a look. At first glance, she didn't see any snails. She was surprised, and suddenly found that the house moved.

Huh?

Huh!!

That's not a house, it's a snail shell!

It's brown, like a piece of wood with peeling paint.

And the owner of this snail shell seems to be an oversized mollusk. I can't see the hind legs, but it stretches out two strong and muscular front legs, lying in a warehouse!

There is a constant rustling sound. It seems to be eating something?

Mrs. Liu was not as ignorant and fearless as the kid. She immediately thought of several legends that had been circulating in Lingxu City recently, such as the White Sand of the Chiyan Kingdom, the Elixir of Immortality, and the Qing Palace...

She was very nervous and subconsciously used a little more force on the wooden board. With a bang, the board suddenly fell inward.

The entrance of the alley was not quiet, but the wooden board hitting the stone was still very loud.

The monster paused and suddenly turned back.

It seemed to have no neck, but it seemed to have a very long neck that could be turned 180 degrees.

From Mrs. Liu to the children, no one could explain the weird feeling.

But the weirdest thing was the face of the monster-

The face was frighteningly large, with two tentacles like antennas, and a grin that reached behind the ears. It looked like a toad but not a toad, and a snail but not a snail. The thought that flashed through Mrs. Liu's mind in an instant was:

None of the children was right.

This is neither a snail nor a slug!

What the hell is this...what is it!

The night before yesterday, she had a quarrel with old man Wu!

Of course, her body's instinctive reaction was faster than her reason. She took two steps back and screamed--

"Monster!"

The children were first startled by the monster's turn, and then by Mrs. Liu. They were stunned for a moment, and then they screamed and ran back with her.

At this time, the flow of people on the street had increased. The big and small ones screaming and running immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The people who came to watch with curiosity also covered their mouths and stepped back and ran away quickly.

In this way, more and more people came.

The monster was calm and composed, as if he knew that the people coming and going were ordinary people and monsters, and he didn't take it seriously, and turned around to do his original work.