Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

As soon as Prince Peng said this, everyone stopped and looked at him.

Because no one present was a fool. If they were to fight each other, they would definitely fight each other. Once someone got really angry and blood was seen, and the blood happened to spill on the bones and cause them to move, then everyone would be in trouble.

If we want to avoid competition, we must distribute it fairly.

"Prince Peng, how do you think we should divide it?" Dongfang Zhi really wanted to hear what Prince Peng would say.

"It's very simple." Prince Peng looked around at everyone and said, "There are too many wolves and too little meat. It is impossible for one person to get a complete skeleton. However, these skeletons are so huge that I think it will be no problem for each person to get a part of them. Therefore, I suggest that these skeletons be divided according to weight and each person can get a part of them."

As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately agreed by many cultivators in the early and middle stages of the Three Realms. If they were to look at strength, they simply could not compete with those who had reached perfection in the Three Realms. Now that it was distributed fairly, they also had a share, so how could they not agree?

"Yes." Xiao Zhao thought about it. The reason why he needed bones was not only because of the sect's entrustment, but he also needed some to practice a powerful magical power.

And this magical power requires the essence, blood, bones, etc. of divine beasts as a medium.

So, he couldn't get a whole one either.

"Yes." Jiang Liang also nodded. He needed these bones to perfect his "Ten Thousand Beasts Fan" and he couldn't take just one.

Afterwards, forces such as the Wanfa Sect and the Miaoyin Sect also nodded in agreement.

"Where is the magic treasure in the hands of the spirit skeleton?" Dongfang Zhi asked, pointing directly at the long sword in the hands of the spirit skeleton.

The skeleton is huge and can be disassembled into many parts, but there is only one piece of the sword.

As a fairy treasure, who wouldn’t want it?

After these words were spoken, no one spoke for a moment, because no one wanted to give up.

"Amitabha, the fairy treasure is spiritual. Since all the donors don't want to give it up, let's see who has a destiny with the fairy treasure. Wouldn't it be better if the one with a destiny can get it?" Fazhao suddenly suggested.

"Then what does it mean to be destined?" Dongfang Zhi asked.

“Whoever can pull out the sword without using his spiritual power and the power of his soul, and whoever does not resist, will own the magic treasure even if they are destined to do so.” Fazhao said.

Immortal treasures are spiritual. If the recipient is not destined to receive them, powerful means must be used to suppress and refine them. But for those who are destined to receive them, the immortal treasure will not only not resist, but will also take the initiative to approach them.

Prince Peng looked at Fazhao, his eyes rolled around, and then he smiled and said, "This is a good idea. It can prevent everyone from fighting."

"I agree." Liu Yuan said.

"My disciples of Wanfamen also agree." Zhou Xianmo said.

He has many disciples in the Wanfa Sect, so the probability of getting it is greater than that of lone rangers like Prince Peng, Jiang Liang, and Liu Yuan who fight alone.

"The disciples of Yunxiao Sect also agree."

"Miaoyin Sect has no objection."

"So does the Immortal Pavilion."

The disciples of the Immortal Pavilion also came with Bai Po.

Dongfang Nishang, Lin Feng and others stood in front of Chen Mo, on guard.

"Bai Po, if you dare to mess around, I will crush your head first." Prince Peng spoke. Seeing that it was already agreed, he would not allow Bai Po to cause trouble.

Bai Po's face was gloomy and uncertain. He looked at Chen Mo behind Dongfang Nishang with resentment, feeling extremely unwilling, but he also knew that if he dared to move, he would incur public anger.

"Don't worry, I will let him live a little longer before I get the bones." Bai Po said viciously.

"Hmph, if it weren't for those life-saving trump cards, you would have died ten times." Chen Mo responded coldly.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, let's do it this way." Prince Peng finalized it.

"Of course we can, but who will start the splitting?" Dongfang Zhi asked another question.

Although Chen Mo had used the flying sword before and the skeleton did not move abnormally, no one could guarantee that there would be no abnormal movements when it was split.

As expected, after these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent, each with their own ulterior motives.

Bai Po looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's eyes flashed, unwilling to be outdone.

"Bald donkey, don't you have a saying in your sea of ​​suffering, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' Otherwise, you can come." Prince Peng looked at Fazhao.

"Amitabha, destroying human corpses is a grave sin. It is difficult to atone for it with my merits." Fazhao declined.

"You damn bald ass." Prince Peng cursed in his heart. Why didn't you say this when we were discussing the distribution before? Now that I ask you to take action, you say that your sins are too great. How hypocritical of you.

Seeing that no one spoke up, Prince Peng thought for a moment and said, "Those who split the pieces can be chosen first."

This is still somewhat tempting.

Everyone observed that the tiger claw part of the white tiger skeleton still had flesh and blood. If they could get this part, it would definitely be more useful than other parts of the skeleton.

But still no one stood up. Giving priority is good, but life is more important.

Few people would dare to gamble their lives unless it was absolutely necessary.

There was no other way, Prince Peng could only draw lots.

Whoever draws it will split it.

"I have some sticks here." Fazhao took out a tube of sticks. Unlike the usual stick tubes, this one was relatively closed, with only a hole the size of a longan. He said, "This stick can be isolated from the perception of the soul, so it cannot be detected. It all depends on luck. Whoever draws the worst stick will get to do it. Okay?"

Everyone looked at the lot in Fazhao's hand. Compared to Prince Peng and Bai Po, everyone was more willing to believe Fazhao.

Soon, everyone agreed.

"Then I will go first." Fazhao said as he was about to start shaking.

But it was snatched away by Prince Peng, who said, "I'll go first."

Prince Peng took the fortune stick tube from a distance and then shook it violently.

It originally wanted to use a small trick to find the best fortune inside, and then use its spiritual power to shake the best fortune out when shaking it, but the result was just as Fazhao said, it was really able to block the detection of the soul.

It just depends on luck.

After Prince Peng shook it for a while, the winning number came out.

Although it is not a very good fortune, it is not a very bad fortune either, so there is no need to use it to split it.

Prince Peng returned the fortune stick box to Fazhao.

"Who's next?" Fazhao said.

"I'll do it." Dongfang Zhi stepped forward.

After Dongfang Zhi, there were Dongfang Zhi's subordinates.

They all had good luck and didn't get any bad lots.

soon.

Chen Mo and Bai Po were the only ones left who hadn't shaken their hands.

Among those who had finished shaking the lots, none of them drew a bad number.

"Two donors, who will go first?" Fazhao held the lottery box and looked at Chen Mo and Bai Po.

Bai Po looked at Chen Mo and said coldly, "You first."

Chen Mo also looked at it, but did not refuse. He couldn't see it at that moment. The lots that were drawn before would be put into the lot box and then shaken by the next person. That is, when everyone shook, the number of lots in the lot box was the same.

Therefore, this is purely based on luck and has nothing to do with the order.

"give it to me."

Chen Mo took the stick tube from Fazhao's hand. It felt warm and heavy to the touch. It was made of neither gold nor silver, and the opening was only big enough for one stick to come out.

He shook it gently, and it made a rustling sound. There were quite a lot of signatures inside.

Like everyone before him, Chen Mo also tried to use his soul power to invade the lottery tube, but was blocked by a mysterious energy. Seeing that there was no problem, Chen Mo began to shake it vigorously, and there was a rattling sound in the lottery tube, and the lottery sticks in the tube swayed up and down.

Just when Chen Mo felt that a stick was about to be shaken out, the stick tube suddenly shook and a stick shook out.

All eyes turned over.

Huang Su, who was standing by, took it for Chen Mo and her expression changed.

When Huang Su wanted to hide, everyone saw the three red words "bad fortune" on the top of the fortune stick.

Bai Po heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It seems like this is fate."

"It's a bad lot. Chen Mo drew a bad lot." Everyone whispered.

"Could it be a mistake? How could it be a bad fortune?" Huang Lingling snatched the fortune from Huang Su's hand. The fortune on it read "Spring is rare for a sad tree, a lonely boat encounters a strong wind, leaving no one to rely on, nothing will go well."

Huang Lingling quickly said that the fortune was not accurate and there must be something wrong.

Because the meaning of this fortune is nothing like Chen Mo.

You are unlucky, encounter difficulties in everything you do, no one cares about you when you go out, and nothing goes well in your life.

How is this similar?

"Are you trying to cheat? Everyone else shook it and there was no problem, but it was his turn that caused problems? How is that possible?" Bai Po said coldly.

Chen Mo said nothing, just looked at Fazhao. He could feel it just now, if it wasn't for the sudden shake, the stick that came out would definitely not be this one.

Someone must be behind this.

Noticing Chen Mo's gaze, Fazhao clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I wish you good luck, Benefactor Chen. The Buddha will bless you."

"Chen" Dongfang Nishang opened her mouth. She wanted to help Chen Mo, but she didn't know how to start.

After all, it was agreed in advance that the person who drew the worst lot would take action.

If I regret it now, I will incur public wrath.

"Let's go. We don't need the bones anymore." Huang Su grabbed Chen Mo's hand and wanted to take him away, but was blocked by Prince Peng.

Prince Peng spread his wings and surrounded the two of them.

"I see that you are also a big shot. Now that the lottery has been shaken out, you want to leave? You have never been so timid before." Prince Peng said coldly.

"Why don't we just not want these things anymore?" Huang Lingling stepped forward and stood with Chen Mo and Huang Su.

"You are so old, why are you still so naive?" Bai Po said.

Prince Peng looked at Chen Mo.

"Who said I was leaving?" Chen Mo said.

Although he guessed that Fazhao was behind this, he had no evidence to prove it. If he wanted to cheat now, he might not be able to leave alive.

In this way, you can only fight for your own interests.

He looked at Prince Peng and said, "What you said before, that the people who are split up can be chosen first, does it still count?"

"That's a nice thought, but that was said before the lots were drawn. Now that the lots have been drawn, it naturally doesn't count." Before Prince Peng could speak, Bai Po couldn't help but speak first.

Chen Mo ignored Bai Po and stared at Prince Peng.

In order to ensure that things proceed smoothly, Prince Peng said, "Of course it counts."

Hearing this, Chen Mo looked at Dongfang Zhi, Fazhao, Xiao Zhao and others again.

After getting their unanimous agreement, Chen Mo said, "Then I can go, but before I go, I have a request and a question."

"Why do you have so much to say? Stop wasting time. If you are afraid, just say it directly." Bai Po said coldly.

"You say." said Prince Peng.

"The requirement is that I have to recover first." Chen Mo said: "I am very weak now, and my spiritual power is empty. If I don't recover, I won't have the strength to split it."

"Stop wasting time here. It will take so long for you to recover that the opportunity will be gone by then." Bai Po said.

Prince Peng also frowned: "Stop playing tricks."

As it spoke, it gave Chen Mo a pill and said, "This is the Hui Yuan Pill refined from the essence and blood of a fourth-level monster. Taking it can restore most of your spiritual power."

Obviously, Chen Mo would not be allowed to delay.

"Thank you, Prince Peng." After Chen Mo took it, he took a look at it and swallowed it directly. In this situation, he believed that the other party would not use poison to harm him.

The Taotie technique was used and the food was refined in an instant.

The dried-up dantian is like a refreshing rain.

But obviously more than half of them did not recover, and at most 30% recovered.

"Okay, let's get started." Prince Peng urged.

"There is still one question that I haven't asked yet." Chen Mo said.

"Hurry up and speak." Prince Peng was a little impatient.

Chen Mo said truthfully: "How should I split them? My Linghuang Sword did not harm these skeletons at all."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen. I have something." At this time, Liu Yuan spoke.

For people from these powerful forces, it is not difficult to split the skeletons of these mythical beasts.

In this regard, Huang Su and Huang Lingling had witnessed with their own eyes how Dongfang Nishang obtained a part of the Azure Dragon's skeleton.

Liu Yuan took out a round "bone piece" which was fluorescent and crystal clear.

"Dragon scales?!"

Those who recognized the bone fragment were immediately shocked.

This is not an imitation, but a real dragon scale.

There are runes on the "bone fragment", which shows that it is a magic weapon made from dragon scales.

"As expected of the Liu family of the southwest, they even have treasures like dragon scales."

Now that the mythical beasts have become extinct, dragon scales are precious treasures, and some people want to snatch them.

But when he thought of Liu Yuan's background, he quickly gave up the idea.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, here you go." Liu Yuan handed the dragon scale magic weapon to Chen Mo, seemingly not worried at all that the latter would not return it.

"call."

Chen Mo took a deep breath, took the dragon scale magic weapon from Liu Yuan's hand, and then slowly walked towards the phoenix skeleton.

Everyone who saw this scene retreated violently and retreated out of the pit.

Chen Mo came and stood in front of the Phoenix skeleton. He did not act immediately. Instead, he took out the life-saving trump card given to him by Huang Yi and put it in his chest. Then he mobilized the spiritual power in his body and condensed a protective shield around him.

Only then did he hold the dragon scale magic weapon and attack the connection between the tail feathers and the skeleton of the phoenix skeleton.

Everyone outside the pit held their breath, took out their magic weapons, and prepared themselves for defense.

Huang Su closed her eyes, placed her hands in front of her, and prayed for Chen Mo again.

Soon, the dragon scale magic weapon in Chen Mo's hand fell on the connection point.

Although the phoenix skeleton is extremely hard, it is not indestructible after so many years. It was broken by Chen Mo's powerful chop.

There was a loud bang, and the phoenix's tail feathers fell off the skeleton. (End of this chapter)