Chapter 128 Dragon King Temple, the Last Person to Invite the Gods!

But just when Fu Kui was overjoyed, Jiang Xuanfeng immediately added:

"But the premise is that you have to redeem it with the battle merit you gained from the dragon-slaying battle of the Dragon-Slaying Club."

"As for what military merit is, you will naturally know it after you enter the Immortal Burial Ruins."

Although he heard that if he wanted to take away these heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he needed to exchange them with military exploits, Fu Kui still looked excited and said:

"With your words, Mr. Jiang, I feel relieved!"

As he said that, Fu Kui once again put his eyes on Li Sisi's face and said in a somewhat domineering tone:

"Li Sisi and our Fu family are going to order this!"

But this time, the two clan elders, Fu De and Fu Wei, did not stop Fu Kui from shouting.

The two of them even glanced around when Fu Kui was shouting, quite intent on cheering Fu Kui.

"Buzz buzz..."

Just as everyone was talking about it, the scroll in front of Jiang Xuanfeng suddenly made a trembling sound.

Immediately, everyone saw that several scenes of inviting gods appeared in the scroll.

Xu Taiping took a cursory glance and found that among the dozen or so people who asked for help from the gods, there were merchants like Li Sisi just now; there were powerful scholars in temples; there were rangers who used swords to fight against injustice; there were also people who licked blood with their swords. The leader of the gang; there are people from all walks of life; there are gamblers who have just lost everything; there are female prostitutes who were beaten black and blue by the old madam; there are noble sons who were killed by the imperial court and had no choice but to have their families destroyed...

It has to be said that although these people have different identities, most of them have some trump cards.

Even the sacrifice of the brothel prostitute was a treasure map related to the opportunity of the dragon catcher.

And it can be heard from the tone of these people's petitions that the reason why their petitions were heard by Xu Taiping and others was because they had a firm will that was beyond ordinary people.

But looking at all these people who ask God.

Indeed, the general's bulkiness stands out the most.

"The last person to ask God has finally appeared!"

Just as Xu Taiping carefully looked at the dozens of people asking for help in the scroll, Fu Kui, who was waiting impatiently because he had already chosen the dragon catcher, suddenly shouted.

For a moment, the eyes of all the monks in the ruined temple fell on the last person to ask for help.

Xu Taiping is no exception.

As the picture became clearer, Xu Taiping finally saw clearly the appearance of the last person to ask God.

It was a one-eyed old man.

The old man's face was criss-crossed with ravines, and wrinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes and mouth like small rivers. His eyes were deep and black, full of sadness.

Her thin lips were pursed tightly, as if she was suppressing some emotion in her heart. The white hair on his head was sparse and weak, and the tattered blue cloth gown had long been worn and faded, and the patched skirt was fluttering in the wind.

Even the straw sandals on my feet were worn out and stained with dirt.

Compared with the other dozen or so smug people seeking help from God, this old man, who looked like an old farmer, seemed very out of place.

The altar table in the invitation formation at the feet of the old farmer was simply placed with a plate of wild fruits, a few steamed buns, and a jug of old wine.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the old farmer and the shabby tributes placed on the altar table, the monks immediately lost interest in him.

Some monks were even more dissatisfied and said:

"How come this old farmer who is about to die was chosen? Is this Dragon Slaying Club deliberately trying to make it more difficult for us?"

Hearing this, the old palace master Jiang Xuanfeng just smiled lightly and said:

"We cannot control the people who ask for help from the gods in the Immortal Burial Ruins, but anyone who can appear in front of you must have something special about them."

Although everyone did not refute the words of the old palace master Jiang Xuanfeng, they all disagreed in their hearts.

Because no matter how you look at it, the last person to ask God is just an old farmer who is about to die.

The talkative Fu Kui even joked in a low voice:

"If anyone chooses this old bone, the first thing he should do after entering the Immortal Burial Ruins is probably not to take care of his funeral."

Hearing this, many monks couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Master Xuanzhi, who was sitting next to Xu Taiping, asked curiously: "How did this old man set up this invitation array when he couldn't even bring out a decent plate of sacrifices?"

Dongfang Yuexu, who was on the side, heard this and immediately pointed to the black line under the old man's feet that was emitting red light, and explained:

"Mortals in the secret realm of the Immortal Burial Ruins can summon gods even if there are no sacrifices by collecting thousands of fireworks and using those fireworks to draw a god-pleasing array."

"It is said that this is a means of praying to the gods specially given by Emperor Chenglong to take pity on the ordinary people who have nothing in the Immortal Burial Ruins."

Jiang Xuanfeng smiled and nodded when he heard this:

"The Oriental girl is indeed very knowledgeable. The thing used to draw the magic circle at the old man's feet is indeed a collection of thousands of fireworks."

Hearing the words "ash at the bottom of the pot", Xu Taiping, who had always felt that the old man's features in front of him seemed familiar, suddenly felt something in his heart.

Because the two brothers he saw in Liantong's picture of the divine soul imprint were drawn with the ashes turned into the ashes of Qianjia's fireworks to draw the divine formation.

At the same time that Xu Taiping discovered this, he heard the old man standing in the God-inviting Formation suddenly bowing his head in the formation and saying:

"All gods and Buddhas are above."

"Gu Yu from Hongling Town."

"I promise to God today."

"I would like to offer this body as an offering, I would like to offer this soul as an offering, I would like to offer this life as a sacrifice not to enter reincarnation, and help gods and Buddhas descend to earth to slay dragons!"

"I don't ask for wealth and honor when I pray to the gods, but only to avenge the burning of the Red Carp Library!"

"I don't ask for immortality when I pray to the gods, but only ask the immortals to grant me magical powers to kill all the eight hypocritical villains in the Eight Hao Valley."

Except for Xu Taiping, almost all the cultivators in the ruined temple didn't pay much attention to the old man's words.

After all, in their eyes, he was just an old farmer, and even if he offered his body and soul, he would be of no use.

Even Dongfang Yuejian and Master Xuanzhi began to choose from other praying gods.

The Dongfang family ranked second when they were on the list. Even if they couldn't choose Pang Zhong, they could choose the strongest one among the remaining 18 dragon catchers.

When Xu Taiping heard this, he was struck by lightning.

"Gu Yu? Isn't the surviving brother of the two brothers called Gu Yuma?"

"It's him. Even the words he said when he was praying to the gods are exactly the same. It's him!"

After muttering to himself, Xu Taiping was sure that the old man in front of him was the younger brother of the pair of young men, Gu Yu.

Xu Taiping was very moved and said:

"I didn't expect that this cowardly Gu Yu would not give up after his brother's death, but still did not give up praying to the gods! He didn't give up revenge for his master!"