Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 129 What a poor sheep!

"Which one goes into so many pits?" Jiang Su looked at the dark pits and the pits with sparks coming out, but he didn't feel any different atmosphere below.

Jiang Feng looked solemn and pointed to the nearest black hole, "That is a fire hole that has been extinguished. The contents have been taken away. It is relatively safe. If you want to inherit the magic weapon by chance, you can only go to the one that is still burning."

who!

Sensing the murderous aura behind them, several people turned around at the same time.

I saw only one person, tall and tall, wearing a white robe, with a veil on his head and face, pulling the hem of his robe, his eyes blazing, "Why is this sheep cart still peeing!!"

"..."

He walked up to Jiang Su angrily and took out five middle-grade Yuan stones, "Sheep King, your sheep peed on my clothes, so I only give you four pieces. Next time, don't be rude to me or them." ”

Jiang Su looked at this man blankly, then looked at the Yuan Stone in his hand.

Several more people got off the sheep.

"King Sheep, this subordinate of yours likes to spit too much. I'll deduct a Yuan Stone from it." He threw four Yuan Stones to Jiang Su.

The monks behind her gave her four to five yuan stones one after another, and they all said that the service attitude of the sheep cart was not good.

Jiang Su, wearing the helmet of the Immortal Sheep King... was regarded as the transformed Sheep King.

She suddenly gave an order and said loudly, "All the immortal sheep who have been criticized, now go and kneel down to Master Xianjun!"

I saw a few sheep coming out of the herd and walking to the monk who was about to enter the pit. With a "plop", the sheep bent their legs and knelt in front of the monk.

"No, this is too...obedient. I just criticized him casually and didn't want him to kneel down and apologize to me."

Jiang Suyi said righteously, "No, sheep have their own laws, and sheep have their own rules. If it spits at you, it's just because it's wrong. Apologize!"

"What~"

These monks who were riding in a sheep cart for the first time felt quite emotional.

"Hey, they are all lambs, don't let them kneel down, take care of them with your heart."

"Yes, yes, this lamb's wool is so comfortable. It feels like the clothes my mother knitted in the lower world. I almost fell asleep lying on it just now."

"Who doesn't take it slow? The little sheep will understand in the future. It's okay. Get up quickly and don't let it kneel down. It's so pitiful for the sheep."

"Yangyang, be good, don't urinate blindly next time. I have a good heart. Come on, come on. This is the fairy grass I usually grow. Eat some. Don't worry, I will look for you in the next hundred years."

The monk who was walking was shocked and confused.

The monk who came in the sheep cart had mixed feelings in his heart and his eyes were filled with compassion.

Jiang Su...God sent me money.

"Don't worry, all the Immortal Lords. On the day the secret realm is closed, I, the sheep, will still be here and can take you out of the secret realm quickly."

Jiang Su cupped his hands and finally raised his head to the sky, "Hey~"

All the velvet fairy sheep raised their heads to the sky, "Hey~"

Jiang Feng looked at this scene, sighed deeply, and closed his eyes.

He pinched the back of Jiang Su's neck and said, "Let me go!"

The two of them fell into a fire pit that was filled with sparks.

After a long time, it landed.

The surroundings were full of magma and the temperature was extremely high. As soon as he fell down, Jiang Su could clearly feel the sweat on his body flowing out.

"You still chose to wear Mars." Jiang Su didn't seem to care about what he just did. Seeing that there was no one else around but the puppet Jiang Feng, he simply took off his helmet. Jiang Feng asked with a cold face, "Do they think you are the Immortal Sheep King in human form?"

Jiang Su said nonchalantly, "Yes, otherwise, forget it, it's just a way of making money by chance. Let's go. Since there is a treasure here, it would be a pity not to take it."

The sword cultivator sneered coldly, "I thought you only cared about the Yuan Stone and didn't care about these opportunities anymore."

Normally, in the hearts of monks, opportunity is more important than anything else, but Jiang Su wants Yuanshi without opportunity, which sounds like a fool.

Jiang Su looked around, looking at the various mineral materials in the underground cave. She had already pulled out her bamboo stick, "You don't understand."

"I never choose one or the other, I just want both."

Jiang Su dug out a piece of extremely pure black iron ore and put it in his storage bag with satisfaction.

"No, your storage bag is full, isn't it? Why do you still have room to put things?" Jiang Feng suddenly drew his sword and slashed the flame demon crawling out of the flames.

Jiang Su followed him and picked up the fire cores dropped by Yan Yao, very busy, "One is full, there are others."

"Then you want me to help you pretend to be immortal mutton?!" Jiang Feng raised his tone, and the sword wind was sharp, cutting off large pieces of melting pillars.

"Hey. Jiang Feng, can you be more generous? That thing is your reward. Why do you talk so much?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the melting pillar that Jiang Feng had just cut off along with the stone layer on it began to crackle down with rocks, and finally collapsed.

"not good."

Jiang Su quickly grasped the Immortal Binding Lock in his hand, fearing that the kid would be hit by the puppet if it was too late. The last few people ran all the way and escaped to a sealed stone cave.

"I didn't expect this thing to collapse so easily." Jiang Su sighed and sat on the ground.

Jiang Feng stepped forward to check out the various furnishings in this stone room. "There seems to be some inheritance or treasure here, maybe." He turned back to look at Jiang Su, who was already tapping the stones on the ground.

"..."

"I think what you said makes sense, because I found that there seems to be a pot down here."

The little boy jumped down curiously and crushed a large stone. A square pattern suddenly appeared on the ground, and a desk gradually rose in the middle with a wine bottle placed on it.

White smoke rose from the pot and gradually condensed into the image of an old man.

"Fellow Taoists, I am the owner of this pot, the Pot God. I can grant your three wishes~, what do you want?"

"..."

The room was extremely quiet, no one spoke.

The little boy looked blankly at the gravel at his feet, then at the pot that suddenly appeared, and silently backed away from Jiang Su.

Jiang Su held both blades in front of his chest, glanced at the sword cultivator in black and the puppet in red, and decisively retreated behind the puppet in red.

"...Don't you want to make a wish?" The old man with the white beard has never felt so embarrassed when he came out.

Jiang Feng sighed deeply and raised his sword to strike at the Pot God. The wind of the sword was fierce, "You are so bold that you dare to hide in the God of Fire's magical weapon!"

Jiang Su remembers it clearly! Jiang Feng had just finished talking about the magic weapon possessed by the soul of the fallen immortal in the secret realm, and now she was the puppet in red!

Hiding behind the red puppet is so that he can be pushed out to die.

After Jiang Feng slashed him in the waist, the white-haired old man was unscathed, "I am the Pot God...really."

Jiang Feng was alert in his heart. This divine pot must have been made by a monk at or above the Xuanxian realm. "Jiang Su, be careful, he must have had a very high level of cultivation during his lifetime!"

Jiang Su shouted loudly, "I want monks in this secret realm who love the world of cultivation, are dedicated, honest, and friendly. Can you do it? If you can't, you can get out!"

There is a twist in the next chapter...I'm setting it up...