Volume 2: Reenacting the Great Desolation Chapter 108: Selling Pork with a Buddha Head

Zhu Ganglie traveled thousands of miles, cheated and deceived all the way, and got more than 60 treasures. Only 24 mountain and river beads and the Silence Treasure Tower were innate magic weapons, and the rest were acquired spiritual treasures. These acquired spiritual treasures include the third-grade lotus platform, the black iron mirror, the soul-suppressing seal, the purple gold hammer, the eight-pole fan, etc., which are rare treasures in the earthly immortal world, but they have become street goods here.

When the earth, water, wind and fire surged, the heaven and earth created all things, countless prehistoric ancestors were born, and countless acquired spiritual treasures were formed. Those powerful prehistoric demons often picked up a few of them by relying on their own induction of the magic weapon's spiritual energy. Some of these treasures are powerful, and some are weak, all depending on how much spiritual energy they got when the world was created. If they fall into the hands of a powerful person, after careful tempering, they will not be inferior to those innate magic weapons.

Zhu Ganglie sacrificed and refined each one, and hung them all on his body, clanging like a local rich man going to the street. There is no way. The cultivators of the Jindan stage cannot take the magic weapon into their bodies. The cultivators of the Yuanying stage can only hide the magic weapon in their bodies, such as collecting the immortal sword into a sword pill and hiding it behind their heads or in their mouths. Only by training the Yuanshen can the magic weapon be collected in the Zugong Zifu and nurture the Yuanshen.

Now Zhu Ganglie has the innate magic weapon to protect his body. He can walk lightly with his heavy body. He came to another valley where the chaotic energy was. Several prehistoric demons rushed forward and wanted to eat him. They were smashed into meat paste by Zhu Ganglie's magic weapon. Zhu Ganglie set up the formation and hung various magic weapons in the Twelve Heavenly Demon Formation. As long as the invader is not too strong and touches the formation, he will be beaten into a sieve immediately.

After hundreds of years, the chaotic energy here gradually dissipated and turned into a lower grade of innate spiritual energy, which was not as pure as before. Old Zhu thought for a moment, put away the formation, took out the Nirvana Treasure Tower, and put all the chaotic spiritual energy into the treasure tower.

The Nirvana Treasure Tower has a total of twelve floors, which corresponds to the twelve sections of the lung tube. It is an innate magic weapon, which contains the mist of chaotic spiritual energy, and is shaped like a galaxy. It is the safest to hide the chaotic energy in it, and there is no need to worry about the energy dissipating.

However, in this way, the weight of the Nirvana Treasure Tower will increase greatly. Zhu Ganglie had to fully activate the power of all the magic weapons in his body and activate the five chaotic golden pills in his body before he could leave with the treasure tower. While searching and collecting chaotic energy everywhere, he introduced the energy in the treasure tower into his body to temper his body.

This body has been tempered by many chaotic energy, and it is extremely solid, comparable to those innate magic weapons with less power. Every move has great power, and the body gradually feels lighter. However, the Chaos First Transformation Golden Body was still not completed. This was because the Nine Transformations Mysterious Art was a skill that combined the soul and the body. Only after the soul was synthesized, it could be compatible with the body and synthesize an immortal golden body.

Zhu Ganglie used the Chaos Qi to madly temper his body, which certainly made his foundation very solid, but where in the universe was there a lot of Chaos Qi for him to practice? I am afraid that in another thousand years, all the Chaos Qi on the surface of nearly three thousand continents would turn into innate Qi and dissipate in the air.

Only by collecting the Chaos Qi early before it dissipates and using it for future practice can we hope to ask the Tao to the Primordial.

Old Zhu gradually went deep into the hinterland of the continent. In three years, he collected nearly a hundred Chaos Qi pools. The closer he got to the hinterland, the more cunning, smarter and more powerful those ancient people became. Some even created Taoism skills and trained the soul. Those ancestors who had achieved the Tao often opened caves, taught and taught, occupied various resources, and collected magic weapons everywhere. Other casual cultivators transformed into human forms, with handsome and strange appearances, walking around and robbing. Many guys formed tribes, attacked each other, and wars broke out.

Old Zhu was hung with treasures, and naturally became the target of their robbery. However, this pig was eager for them to come and rob, so he eliminated them with a righteous look, and took off the magic weapons on the corpses and hung them on his body with peace of mind.

Along the way, Zhu Ganglie was already hung with treasures of all sizes. The less powerful treasures were thrown away directly, and the ones left were all powerful magic weapons, either for attack, or for defense, or for souls, or for the bodies of bad people. There were all kinds of uses, and they were dazzling. It was really auspicious and auspicious, and the evil winds and evil spirits all gushed out of the body.

After walking for a long time, the ancient ancestors in the hinterland of the mainland knew that there was a fat Taoist nearby, who claimed to be the Maitreya Buddha of the Western religion. He was notorious, and his body was as hard as a turtle shell and could not be broken at all. This bitch hung many magic weapons on his body to trick people into robbing, but often the robbers became the robbed, and every guy who escaped from his hands became a pauper, penniless.

"Luring those demons and ghosts to rob, and then robbing them all, is indeed justified, no wonder Senior Jin Chanzi had to hang a Buddha's flesh body when he went to the West to obtain the scriptures!"

That day, the bitch walked in the dense forest of the prehistoric world, heading to the next chaotic energy pool. There were all kinds of bird calls above his head, all of which were those strange-looking flesh-winged monster birds, some with human bodies and bird faces, some with bird faces and human bodies, some with one foot and ten wings, and some with three feet and four wings. They were all huge and fought in the air. From time to time, corpses fell down and smashed a forest.

There were all kinds of monsters in the forest, moving when they smelled the fragrance, and immediately swarmed out. There were all kinds of strange beasts, biting the corpses of the strange birds, and there were also tree spirits, pulling roots out from the ground and piercing into the corpses to absorb the vitality. Some were particularly ferocious, waiting for an opportunity to kill these spirits. Once they succeeded, they would drag them into the dense forest and feast on them.

Lao Zhu ignored these low-level spirits, turned on the lights of various magic weapons on his body, and walked away. Along the way, various spirits with spiritual consciousness avoided him everywhere, but they all heard of Lao Zhu's bad reputation and did not dare to provoke him.

"The fat guy from the Western religion is here to cheat again, everyone, run away!"

Old Zhu looked at a group of ragged Qigong practitioners fleeing in panic, and sighed in his heart: "This name is bad, I should change my appearance, and call myself Guangchengzi of the Eastern Chanjiao next time. I wonder if Brother Guangchengzi will be angry when he hears it..."

After going down the mountain and walking out of the dense forest, Old Zhu suddenly saw countless precious lights rising from the open space in front of him. The aura of the precious light was very familiar, it was the method of Buddhism, pure and vast. As Old Zhu approached, he saw a beautiful woman in white stepping on a nine-grade lotus platform, with all kinds of magic weapons hanging all over her body. She came towards him and sang from afar:

"Since I hid in the dark, I have forgotten spring. How many times have the vast sea turned into dust?

Yujing Jinque worshipped Yuanshi, and Zifu Danxiao realized the wonderful truth.

Xiji turned into a thousand-year-old crane, and when I was free, I lay down for ten thousand years.

I have learned the art of longevity, but I am not willing to pass it on to the world easily."

"Unlucky, I met a colleague who does the same thing as me!"

Old Zhu spat, walked forward, smiling, his face could squeeze out a flower, and shouted: "Hey, isn't this the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva? I, Old Zhu, am so polite!"

--The update is two and a half hours late, sorry. This book has nearly 300,000 words but has not been put on the shelves yet, which is rare in the fairy-xia novels. Don't urge me to update. The second volume has just begun, and I need to think about the plot carefully. It is understandable that it is slow? There are still two chapters every day, one chapter at 9 am and one at 7 pm. There was a little accident today, and the update was late.