However, my mother-in-law was stupid, she was just swimming in the river of blood, why didn't she even find her "rice bowl" when she came back?

Although that thing is not a fun thing, it is even less famous in Fengdu. But having one power is very evil. If it is taken away and brought to the world of the Yang, it will surely cause a riot.

Thinking of this, she was taken aback.

where is this place?

Where will anyone go out!

Forget it, lose it if you lose it.

It's not a rare thing anyway, at least it's not very useful here.

However, her mother-in-law pulled out the sticky yellow mud from the ground with her hands and fiddled with it a few times. The freshly baked clay bowl was placed in her hand again. Then make a stop to the shore and continue to stand guard dedicatedly.

He Xiaotian obviously doesn't know that the clay bowl in his hand is not a treasure here, and it is even something that can be manufactured and mass-produced at hand.

But there is one thing, it is not clear to one person or one mud.

The yellow mud that makes the mud bowl is the soil of the underworld. Water is the blood of countless evil spirits across the bridge of reincarnation. In addition, the mother-in-law Naihe, who has the priesthood of Fengdu, made it by herself, and has witnessed countless souls reincarnate over the years.

Under the superposition of various factors, this thing is obviously not as useless as she said.

On the other side, He Xiaotian was wrapped in a golden robe and walked on the weird street carelessly.

The ability to be similar to invisibility prevented him from causing malicious gaze in a closed room.

Since I've been to Fengdu, if I don't take a look around, isn't it a trip in vain?

next time?

Don't be kidding, if you can, I guess I won't be in it in my life.

In less than a day, he received too much stimulation.

All kinds of evil things rushed all over the floor, and what was even more frightening was that occasionally I could meet an evil **** when I raised my head.

Whoever is willing to come, there will never be a really fragrant day.

Walking on the empty and soulless streets, he contemplated the gains of his journey to the bronze gates.

The first is the EXP of over ten million, and the second is reduced to 25%...Wait! !

He Xiaotian suddenly discovered that his pollution level had reached 10%.

Is it possible that because of the three-fifths of the black candlestick, not only does it bring him all attributes +1 at one time, but also reduces the pollution of Cthulhu by 5%?

Damn it, I lost a hundred million.

Damn [Evil Domain Swamp], one day I will get you out and beat you up.

No, it should be said to be a severe beating! !

You shouldn't be a **** at all...how did the percentage increase?

Not waiting for He Xiaotian to finish cursing, but see [Heng Gu Attribute: Cthulhu's Breath (extremely evil -30%, Cthulhu Will +20%, Sleeping Domain +10%, Evil Domain Swamp +25%)]

The Evil Domain Swamp has a full +15%, which is nearly doubled.

(⊙o⊙)...

In this way, it doesn't seem to be a loss, but at any rate, it's his own strength.

And in the storage space, there is a mud bowl of unknown purpose.

But he once saw that Granny Naihe just moved her wrist and directly included a very powerful soul body.

If this thing is not only able to clean up the spirit, but also can capture the soul of a born person, how does it feel a little bit of blood?

After all, there is no evil domain swamp in person, but the mother-in-law will naturally not be scared away, let alone lose the bowl after a fall.

No, I have to observe more in the future.

The power of Cthulhu always feels a little dangerous.

He Xiaotian thought seriously, in fact, if he were more true, he would undoubtedly be several times more dangerous than the so-called Cthulhu.

At least the leeks headed by Mr. Jin, the tragic Youshiren, the horror world in dozens of cities, and some alien cubs who did not want to be named think so.

"Dang Cang!!"

I was planning to get five old incense, seven star incense, nine emperor incense, and thirty-six heaven incense, respectively: sixty-seven, twenty-eight, nineteen, and one o'clock.

"what?"

He Xiaotian lowered his head and glanced around. But I saw a fork with a steel fork whose heads were all cut off by sharp tools, and I greeted my eyes.

Forks, although not common, they are not sloppy at all, they are very particular.

There is a bullhead fork, the center blade is long and straight, and the forks on both sides are horn-shaped, also known as tiger forks. There is also a three-pronged fork, or a three-pronged fork, also known as a triangle fork, which is similar in shape to a bull's head.

There are also two-stranded forks, also known as Longxu forks. There are also five-piece forks, of which the front is long, also known as the flying harpoon, which was a weapon of boat warfare in ancient times. In "Journey to the West", the three-legged fork appeared several times, and the scorpion essence and the yellow wind monster were well-known users.

The fork he kicked was broken off in three parts, and the fractured brilliance was like a mirror. It can be seen that the weapon that cuts it off is quite sharp. If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the surname, He saw the faintly bulging out of the fracture, this thing would be a [T] shape.

When He Xiaotian's feet touched the broken fork, the whole person was so stiff that was undetectable for a moment, just as a corpse used his eyes to freeze his soul in a moment.

Fortunately, he was not weak enough to kick the steel fork out. At the same time, he took out the mud bowl under observation from the storage space in his hand, and immediately lifted the stiffness of his soul with a light shake, and the surnamed He would lie straight on the ground if he couldn't help it.

"good stuff."

With a pun, He Xiaotian not only admired the ability of the mud bowl, but also said that the broken fork is quite powerful.

With the existence of a mud bowl, he is naturally fearless. Kneeling down, stretched out his right hand and picked up the broken fork.

When touched, the familiar feeling of stiffness surged into my heart.

The mud bowl held in his left hand shook, as if infused him with vitality, and easily calmed it down.

This thing seems to be a stent for people to dislike, but the ability is really extraordinary.

"Om----"

The fork shook, and he took He Xiaotian's arm to point to the right.

"?!"

What seems to be inlaid on the door in the distance?

He Xiaotian walked quickly, coming closer.

Yanyue knife!

On top of a blade, there are heavy blades with gaps.

In the world, this thing is not for actual combat at all, but for martial artists to exercise arm strength.

Of course, in the eyes of cultivators, let alone a heavy knife, even if it is carrying a mountain and throwing it.

This knife penetrated halfway into the wooden door, thinking it was supposed to be fighting people, but it flew under the invincibility, so it was deeply embedded in the door.

For safety, He Xiaotian decided to remove the door.

The mud bowl in the left hand doesn't even have to think about it, and it certainly can't be put into the storage space casually. The broken fork of the right hand will not let go, after all, it is guiding itself to come, and it can't be said that there is any relationship between the two.

After weighing it, he felt that it would be better to unload the door.

This decision also has something to do with this house, which is decayed in appearance and far away from the strange streets.

No matter how big it is, I'm not afraid of it.

"Kang Dang!"

Without a word, He Xiaotian kicked the door into the room.

Regardless of any lonely ghosts in it, I buckled a bowl to make sure that the other party was sitting on wax.

Unexpectedly, everything was calm and there was no attack.

And he also discovered that all the things in the room were cut apart by sharp weapons.

The whole room seemed to have experienced a blade storm, without any complete existence.

"hiss--"

Isn't it because Yanyue Knife inserted into the door of the room and then wiped out the homeowner in an instant?

That's terrible too.

How much sin did the house owner do in his last life before he would suffer unwarranted disaster in Fengdu?

His suspicion is not without basis, except for the knife on the door outside the room, except that the building is a bit decayed and crumbling, and may collapse at any time, all intact.

This blade is full of gaps on the Yanyue Knife, and the suspicion is the heaviest.

Things must be good things. The only thing that is more daunting is that this thing will not attack him, will it?

Just thinking about it, the Yanyue Knife buried in the broken wooden door flashed with cold light on top of the broken blade.

Stand upright from it with a scream!

"???"

He Xiaotian stared a pair of eyes, a little dazed.

Brother, I didn't touch you either.

The last time I met an unreasonable evil god, Lao Tzu took a look at him and directly drew me a 25% pollution degree. It seemed as if I had deliberately watched him take a bath.

Your unprovoked attack on people like this is a bit too much.

After all, he almost immediately jumped to the side.

He Xiaotian didn't dare to gamble whether Yanyue Dao could cut through his defense.

The boundary of Fengdu is very weird.

He wouldn't be surprised by any strange things that happened.

What's more, always be on guard!

"Om----"

A Senhan sword aura full of killing intent burst out.

All the objects around him were instantly cut apart, and at the same time a screaming scream sounded.

"what----"