This flood is not right!

Chapter 117 Chance?

The long-lost heavy rain fell on the dry plains, and both plants and livestock were drinking the rainwater excitedly, and the river channel also reappeared as it once was.

For seven days, bitter elephants appeared among the many human tribes on this plain, or they bloomed lotus flowers, or showed their magical powers, and finally gained a large number of devout believers.

As the people of those tribes knelt down and worshiped him, patches of dark clouds gathered in the sky, followed by thunder and heavy rain.

Therefore, on this plain, you can see crazy people in the heavy rain everywhere.

"Always silently praise the title of the leader, the Lord, all diseases will not invade, disasters will not be added to the body, and the tribe will be in good weather!"

There are no such mysterious sayings, Kuxiang's words are particularly suitable for the thoughts of these people of the human race, coupled with his display of supernatural powers and decisive and ruthless methods, a large number of people call him "Shangxian" every time he passes through a tribe. Kowtowing to him constantly.

On this day, after the bitter elephant easily wiped out a few people who did not want to believe in him in the last tribe on the plain, everyone knelt and kowtowed in the same process, the sky gathered dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down.

In the heavy rain, the bitter elephant's body was surrounded by bright light for three feet, and within three feet there was no dust, making him like a god-man in the eyes of many people of the human race.

However, if there are people with sufficient cultivation at this time, they will find that the bright light around the bitter elephant is a bit dimmer than the bright light around him when he first appeared in that tribe.

Across the bright light, his ruddy face was also slightly pale.

"Very good, very good, this time the poor monk will be ahead of the other brothers!"

However, the slightly pale complexion did not affect the joy on Kuxiang's face in the slightest.

Seeing the people of the human race kneeling under the rain, Kuxiang couldn't help but nodded with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Sure enough, it's best to fool these foolish people. The efforts of the poor monk for the past seven days have not been in vain."

The area of ​​this plain is not too large, and the resources are relatively scarce, so the combined population of four or five large tribes and some small tribes is only a few hundred million.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, and recalling the hard work he had put in to convert all the tribesmen into the sect during the past seven days, Kuxiang couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

This self-satisfaction even covered up the weakness caused by the continuous use of mana for seven days to induce celestial phenomena to rain.

"Squeak!"

Just when he was full of self-satisfaction, a palm-sized white mouse with only a pair of golden eyes got out of his rough linen priest robe, stood on his palm and squeaked at him twice.

"Oh, is there a rare treasure born?"

In the heavy rain, some people occasionally looked up at the bitter elephant, and saw that it was holding such a spiritual white mouse in its hand, and it looked like it was communicating with it, and immediately felt that he was a god-man in the sky.

However, after hearing the white mouse's cry clearly, there was a hint of surprise on his face, and then an unconcealable ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Is there such a spirit treasure born? And it's so close to the poor monk?"

Not paying attention to the people under his feet, Kuxiang suddenly turned around and looked at the land in the east where he was, as a flame burst out of his glazed eyes.

"My lord, the leader, I am sorry to see you, the poor monk has saved so many mortals into our sect, and it really has great merit!"

"I think that rare treasure was born because of the poor monk's merits and virtues. The leader of the church is my god, this treasure is destined for the poor monk!"

Putting his palms together in front of his chest, he raised his head and chanted a few times silently, then walked away without paying any attention to the people of the human race who were kneeling and prostrating.

"The god is gone?"

After the bitter elephant left for a moment, the people kneeling in the heavy rain began to talk cautiously, but no matter how much they talked, the smiles on their faces never disappeared.

On the other hand, the suffering image at this time did not ride the clouds, nor did it use any magical powers to escape. It just ran on the ground with both legs, and each step covered a distance of thousands of miles. The mountains and vegetation only appeared by his side for a moment. .

So far away!

It's only a thousand steps, and the bitter elephant is in a stretch of mountains.

Looking up at the mountains and mountains between the clouds, Kuxiang frowned slightly.

Although this place can be regarded as a land of green mountains and green mountains, in his opinion, it doesn't look like a place that can breed rare treasures that can startle the white mice in his hands.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

When he was puzzled, the white mouse in his hand jumped twice, its golden eyes were faintly shining.

He stood up straight as if he had been stimulated by something, and screamed twice towards a certain place among the mountains.

Seeing this situation, Ku Xiang frowned slightly and walked towards the direction pointed by the white mouse.

Nothing!
When the white mouse was so excited to confirm its position that the white hair on its body was slightly blown up, and the golden light in its eyes shot out three inches, the bitter elephant frowned even deeper.

Because there is nothing in front of him now, but this is the place where the white mouse is sure.

The powerful divine sense patrolled here and there for a few times, and the bitter elephant looked at the white mouse in his hand with a hint of distrust.

The white mouse in my hand is a spiritual creature with the blood of a treasure hunting mouse, and it is because of it to help me find all kinds of opportunities that my cultivation is able to step ahead of other senior brothers and step into the realm of the fifth-rank celestial immortal Yuan Mingwen Jutian.

However, now he has some disbelief in it.

This time the white mouse's reaction was far better than before, so Ku Xiang had great expectations in his heart at first, but now there was nothing in front of him, and the white mouse not only did not return to normal, but reacted more violently.

"Unfortunately, it's not a real ancient treasure hunting mouse, it's just a descendant of some bloodlines."

Withdrawing his divine thoughts, the bitter elephant shook his head with a slight disappointment on his face.

"what?"

However, just as he withdrew his divine thoughts, an abnormality in the surrounding mountains immediately attracted his attention.

With a flash of his figure, he appeared in front of a green grass that was no more than a foot high at the foot of the nearby mountain.

Kneeling down and gently touching the emerald green blade of grass, a look of surprise slowly emerged on Kuxiang's face.

"Here, is it actually forbidden to hide a mountain?"

From this green grass, the bitter elephant found a faint trace of Gengjin aura that did not belong to it.

Gengjin aura is inherently restraining the genus of green wood. Even if there are spiritual creatures that blend green wood and Gengjin in the world, it will definitely not be such an ugly grass.

A look of joy appeared on his handsome face, and his gaze towards the white mouse in his hand also recovered.

It's not that it's wrong, but that there are forbidden existences around the treasure land that bred the strange treasures that even the divine sense of a fifth-rank angel can't find.

"My lord, my master, this disciple is going to have a great opportunity today!" Taking a long breath, he carefully put away the white mouse in his hand, and then gently pressed the pinch seal with one hand towards the empty place in front of him.

(End of this chapter)