My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 389 I Killed Zhao Gongming!

Lu Ya truthfully conveyed the truth to Zhao Lang.

"What should I say? I really have a magic weapon in me that can threaten you!"

As he said that, Lu Ya told the story of the nail-headed Seven Arrows book.

Hearing this word, Zhao Lang's face turned dark!

Nailhead Seven Arrows Book!
This is no fun!

Isn't this the thing that killed him in the original history?
He looked at Lu Ya.

"Have you passed on the secret method of the Nailhead Book of Seven Arrows to them?"

Lu Ya was taken aback, and looked at Zhao Lang in disbelief.

"That's definitely not the case. What I taught them is just the most basic. If I don't teach them, Yuanshi Tianzun won't let me go at all!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang finally laughed out loud.

"I didn't expect that Yuanshi Tianzun would turn against me? I helped him in Shijuezhen and taught Jinxian so much. He just didn't think of kindness, and he bit me back? This person really has no conscience. !"

Hearing Zhao Lang laugh, Lu Ya was a little puzzled.

"You can still laugh?"

"The Book of Seven Arrows with Nailheads can really kill you!"

Zhao Lang waved his hands disapprovingly.

"Really? Otherwise, give me a try now, and I'll see if it can kill me."

Lu Ya argued: "Zhao Gongming, you are crazy, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I use that kind of thing on you!"

Zhao Lang waved his hand, insisting that Lu Ya should use the nail-headed seven-arrow book to test himself.

Because he firmly believes that with his current level of cultivation, if he can still be cursed to death by a magical power, that would be really nonsense!
In the end, Lu Ya still couldn't shirk it, after all, Zhao Gongming himself was willing.

Then he has nothing to say.

"The book of seven arrows with nails, the most important thing is the last day. I will only show you the first few days, so that you can feel if there is any pain. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately, and I will stop immediately!"

Lu Ya explained solemnly.

And Zhao Lang smiled casually.

"Just use it! Nothing will go wrong, just trust me!"

"Alright alright!"

Hearing this, Lu Ya gritted his teeth, and then took out a straw man with him.

After a while, write Zhao Lang's name on it.

Afterwards, Lu Ya placed the grass man in the pavilion in the Taolin.

There is a bright light on the gazebo platform, and a bright light on the steps.

However, Lu Ya continued to speak.

"I'm going to start."

Zhao Lang stood where he was and nodded.

Lu Ya then twitched the corner of his mouth, but seeing Zhao Lang's determined expression, he had no choice but to continue casting spells.

He fought hard with his footsteps and formed the seal.

Then it cast a magic power, which is very mysterious.

"It's very skillful, isn't it?"

Zhao Lang looked at Lu Ya playfully.

The latter is the sweat on the forehead at this time.

"This is no joke!"

After finishing speaking, he asked Zhao Lang to be more serious.

Immediately afterwards, he cast the remaining mana in it.

But he saw that the grass man faintly revealed a mysterious light, which was connected with Zhao Gongming.

Seeing this, Lu Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, he bowed three times to the grass man.

"From today on, once a day, for a total of 21, [-] days."

"After worshiping on the last day, you will die immediately."

"But since it is an experiment, then I will definitely not let you die. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me in time, and I will withdraw this method."

Listening to his solemn explanation, Zhao Lang nodded.

I really have some expectations in my heart!

If this head lowering technique can curse and kill people at his level, then he might as well be dead.

What is the difference between this countless years of cultivation and non-existence?
However, at this time, the Book of Seven Arrows on Nailheads had been written, and Zhao Lang also began to pay attention to whether there was any change in himself.

One day, two days, three days...

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of No.20.

Lu Ya came to the pavilion and saw Zhao Lang sitting cross-legged in front of the pavilion.

"Sure enough, this spell has no effect on you, so I can rest assured."

Lu Ya let out a long breath.

Zhao Lang slowly opened his eyes and looked at the latter.

"But it's not No.20 yet? Today's last mana, you can use it, let me see what effect it has?"

There was no change in the first 20 days, so Lu Ya naturally thought that the book of seven arrows with nails was invalid for Zhao Lang.

So he was only slightly taken aback, and then walked towards the straw man in the gazebo.

As usual, Lu Ya first bowed to the straw man three times.

But the difference is that he used his spiritual power to transform an arrow, and after worshiping, he shot it at the straw man's head.

But see this time!

Zhao Lang suddenly snorted!
"what!"

Lu Ya was shocked, he trembled all over, and looked at Zhao Lang beside him.

"What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?"

Even though I was anxious in my heart, the head lowering technique had been fully used, and now it was powerless to recover.

He tried Zhao Lang's breath and found that he had died.

The spiritual power passed into his body, but it didn't have any effect!
Lu Ya panicked.

"I...I killed...Zhao Gongming!"

He looked at Zhao Lang who was sitting cross-legged with a stern head in front of him as if he had passed away, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

In the original history, Lu Ya was Zhao Gongming's nemesis.

But Zhao Lang walked a long way and avoided all the factors that could kill him.

He even became friends with Luya.

It is impossible for Lu Ya to kill him.

But now, Zhao Gongming was killed by himself under the influence of the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book?
I didn't have any breath on my body, and I couldn't wake up no matter how much I screamed.

Lu Ya trembled.

"I... killed... Zhao..."

"Stop dreaming."

Suddenly, Zhao Lang's playful voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Lu Ya who was in front of him with a surprised face.

"Kill me? What are you thinking?"

Lu Ya was taken aback and looked at the former.

"You black man!"

Lu Ya couldn't laugh or cry.

"I thought you were really dead."

Zhao Lang smiled slightly.

"Almost, I lost a hair just now, didn't you see?"

"..."

However, Zhao Lang did discover the mystery of the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book just now.

Just when the arrow hit the straw man, he vaguely felt that a trace of cause and effect had been cut off.

This cause and effect is his fatal disaster.

Now, the disaster that should have killed him can no longer take effect on him, so what can hurt Zhao Lang?

He smiled, and then asked Lu Ya to enter the gazebo together, where they drank tea and enjoyed the scenery.

But it didn't take long, on this day.

Outside the gate of Buzhou Mountain, a black cloud suddenly enveloped it.

Vaguely, a majestic majesty descended under the gate of Zhoushan Sect.

All the disciples were taken aback, and Lu Ya looked at Zhao Lang who was on the side.

"What's going on? Why is there Shengwei? You removed the dojo restriction?"

he asked curiously.

Zhao Lang nodded casually, smiled, and transformed into a cup of tea on the gazebo.

I figured that he would come, and the way of appearance was almost the same as what Zhao Lang had guessed.

Rumble!
A thunderbolt suddenly appeared, and Buzhou Mountain was as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, the lightning fell on the peach forest, and a person landed in it.

It caused the surrounding peach trees to wither and wither instantly.

"Come on, come on, does this good scene offend you?"

Zhao Lang glanced at the visitor, and smiled helplessly.

But seeing the man waving his Taoist robe, he snorted coldly.

"Zhao Gongming! What do you mean!"

After finishing speaking, he stepped up to the gazebo.

"Drink tea."

Zhao Lang smiled slightly.

Seeing this, the man was not polite, sat in the pavilion and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Tell me, what do you mean by helping that interpreter? All the Ten Heavenly Lords under my sect died. How do you explain it?"

The one who came was the Sect Master Tongtian.

After he learned that Shi Tianjun had filled all the ways of heaven, he was furious.

It came here directly from the broken void of Biyou Palace in the East China Sea.

He glanced at Lu Ya who was on the side, and the latter returned his gaze.

The two looked at each other with a lot of embarrassment and doubts.

But at the moment, Zhao Lang laughed lightly.

"stop laughing?"

Tong Tian felt a little annoyed when he took the tea case.

Just as Zhao Lang was about to speak, a system prompt appeared in front of him.

"Ding! The theory that the leader of Tongtian is looking for a host has been detected, and you can choose."

"One, regardless of the rage of Master Tongtian, if Jiejiao continues to lose, it will drive the saint Tongtian crazy."

"Second, help Tongtian, let the interpretation suffer a little bit, and you can get the supernatural powers of good fortune, and Hongmeng will recite the Dafa."

Looking at the options that suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhao Lang smiled faintly.

Even if a choice is made.

"You need to change your temper."

He said casually.

"I help teach the Twelve Golden Immortals because they will die soon."

Hearing this, Master Tongtian sat down.

"how do I say this?"

"As compensation, I will let him lose his twelve golden immortals. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Master Tongtian frowned suddenly.

There are not many golden immortals who teach, if he can really erase the cultivation base of the twelve golden immortals, then he will naturally be the strongest sect in the prehistoric world, and there is no need to worry about someone killing his disciples to fill the list of gods !

"You really can? But you helped them just now, how can I trust you?"

Tongtian sect master asked.

Zhao Lang sighed.

"I helped the Twelve Golden Immortals break through the Ten Jue Formation. Instead of being grateful for the teaching, they asked Lu Ya to learn the head drop technique and tried to curse and kill me. I definitely can't bear to repay my kindness with revenge."

Speaking of this, Tongtian heard the general idea.

"Then what do you mean, you do it yourself?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang waved his hand.

Then he heard a voice.

"Who are you transmitting to?"

Tong Tian was taken aback, and looked at Zhao Lang.

"The person who can make the Twelve Golden Immortals lose their way."

Zhao Lang smiled mysteriously.

"But those twelve golden immortals are not ordinary people. After all, they all have the cultivation base of quasi-sages and even Da Luo golden immortals. Who can you find to control them?"

However, Zhao Lang did not answer.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and waved lightly.

"They are!"

(End of this chapter)