Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 525 Give it to me, give it to me now
Time comes to the fourth day.

Han Yu had been woken up by the spirit of the weapon early in the morning. This guy was trying his best to get to the bottom of it. Success or failure depended on this last one today.

It was nervous, and Han Yu was nervous too.

As a result, the monks who were called early in the morning also became obviously uneasy.

The host clearly told me to come here and wait for the opportunity.

Just take a pill! Some brothers in the building had the same experience, but why was it a little different for him?

Why did this legendary pharmacist look at him with a fatalistic expression?

Could it be that I have an incurable disease?
It's impossible. I am a cultivator after all. Even if my cultivation is low, it's impossible for me to have a terminal illness... right?

"Mr. Han, am I hopeless... woooo!"

The young monk, who had suffered a mental breakdown, burst into tears and held Han Yu's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"What do you say?"

When Han Yu came to his senses, he saw a grief-stricken face and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Am I seriously ill?"

The monk asked eagerly.

There is indeed a disease, hysteria.

Han Yu kept complaining in his heart. He was just thinking about something, but this young monk made it even more dramatic and exaggerated. He must be seriously ill.

And it was not light, because even after giving the Hexi Pill, this guy still looked back every few steps as he walked away, as if he wanted to come up again and ask for another life-saving pill.

"How about it?"

Han Yu asked nervously.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit of the weapon sat down with a pursed mouth, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Han Yu had already gotten the answer from its face, but the result was the same, there was no effect.

This is really weird.

With so much luck thrown in, at least there should be some sound, so what is this?
"How about we think of another way?"

The spirit of the weapon lowered its head and said weakly.

For example, if you go to the sea and catch another person from Yama Palace and bring him back for a reward...

"Forget it! There are so many people gathered together now. If I go there, I will be captured alive at the very least."

Han Yu said unhappily that this was still the most conservative estimate. Given the current situation of those three old monsters, they might want to kill him.

Go back? You're looking for death!
The spirit of the weapon had a depressed look on its face. The key point was that it was stuck here and couldn't move up. It was so uncomfortable!

Either don't give it hope, or you've given it all, just a little bit short. If it's not filled up, it won't be able to bear it.

Especially with so much luck poured in, but not a single sound was heard. It was even more unwilling than Han Yu.

"What if another thirty years of luck is not enough?"

Han Yu asked in return, so much luck has been invested, but there has been no progress at all, thirty years of luck is probably not enough.

Now the spirit of the weapon didn't know how to respond, because what Han Yu said was exactly what it was afraid of.

He knows his own business. Every time the energy is infused into him, he can't feel any changes in the rhythm of his body, and he can't help but worry.

"Maybe it's not a matter of luck at all."

Han Yu thought for a moment and proposed another possibility.

This shouldn't be the case anyway. Could it be that what this bastard lacks is not luck, but something else?

"Then tell me what the problem is."

Qi Ling stood up as if he was desperate and asked with a eager look in his eyes.

"Nonsense, are you the weapon spirit or am I the weapon spirit? You have to ask yourself if you are missing something."

Han Yu rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

The spirit of the weapon held its head in distress, turning around and around in its sea of ​​consciousness. It couldn't figure out if something was missing.

Or maybe there is no shortage at all.

After the man and the spirit had been worrying for a long time, Han Yu's expression moved and he suddenly had an inspiration.

"You don't know, I don't know, but someone...a spirit knows."

Isn’t this already available?

You should know that there is a spirit here, the wood spirit!
It's strange to say, after the battle of soul splitting, this guy not only restrained his arrogance a lot, but also rarely showed up.

After making up his mind, Han Yu came to the valley and saw that the fallen giant tree had become lush and green. Thanks to the characteristics of the wood spirit itself, grass and trees began to grow on its body.

I'm afraid that in the near future, this huge body may be buried by the mountains again.

Has this guy finally understood that a tall tree attracts the wind?
Even though the new city was almost built, it refused to rise again. Han Yu had just arrived when the other side had already sensed it, and soon Qingwan and the spirit deer came together.

"Yo yo yo..."

The deer showed a trace of sadness when they first met.

"Are you guys going to fight again?"

Qingwan explained clearly.

Han Yu paused when he heard this, and asked in confusion, "What's the fight?"

Without waiting for Xiaolu's response, Qingwan began to explain with a bitter face.

Four days ago, Mu Ling learned from the nearby plants and trees that two more terrifying and powerful men had arrived in the East China Sea.

One is the original split soul.

One is the Taoist priest from the past.

They also captured the town guard.

Therefore, these days, the villagers who were protected by the wood spirit did not dare to go out at will.

Soul splitting and Taoist priest? It must be Liu Zongyuan!
The two teamed up to catch the chicken feather courage?
The Yama Palace and the Tiandao Sect have joined forces? Impossible, Han Yu first ruled out the conjecture.

That should be the soul chaser!

Han Yu remembered that before leaving, the two sides were still secretly planning cooperation.

"That's not the split soul you think it is. It's okay. As for the guard, it should be fine too."

Han Yu explained that the purpose of catching chicken feathers was most likely to heal injuries. As for whose injury was healed, it was obviously that unlucky guy Liu Zongyuan.

I just don't know why the soul-chasing guy would follow along.

Not only Han Yu couldn't figure it out, Liu Zongyuan also couldn't understand why this guy had to follow him.

He had been tossing and turning for several days with a cowardly heart, but the soul chaser seemed to be haunting him and he followed him with great patience, with no intention of giving up halfway.

Finally, after many twists and turns, he returned to the Haishi City area.

I have gone from being terrified at first to being numb, and finally to being in tears.

"Senior, what do you want? Why don't you just give me a quick death?"

He had been carried like a chicken for several days without stopping for even a moment. Even a body at the God-Gaze ​​Realm couldn't stand this!

My stomach was churning and I wanted to vomit, but I covered my mouth tightly and swallowed it several times.

He didn't dare to vomit, for fear that he would vomit out a lot of white lotus.

Liu Zongyuan ignored him. After putting the man down, he glared at Zhuihun and said with a dark face, "That's enough. Aren't you tired of following me for so many days? I'm really going to get angry. It's going to be ugly."

Zhuihun laughed indifferently. He had already expected that the other party would not dare to make a move, and even if he did, his opponent would suffer a loss.

Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Seeing the other party's behavior, Liu Zongyuan really could no longer connect with his former soul. It was too damn severed. At least the soul never did such boring things.

"Tell me! What do you want?"

He admitted that Soul Chaser had indeed won and that he really couldn't get rid of him.

And Zhuihun did it. He really had the ability to disrupt the situation, and he was indeed bored enough to disrupt the situation all the way.

"I told you, I want to see how you treat the patient. If you don't let me see, I might just snatch the patient away from you."

The Soul Chaser laughed out loud.

"You have to see it, don't you?"

Liu Zongyuan gritted his teeth. He had no doubt about the bottom line of this bastard. He might really rob him of his courage.

"Look, then just open your eyes and watch."

Liu Zongyuan had already decided to give up on himself, and immediately spoke viciously to Jimaodang, "Do you remember that you still owe me three white lotuses?"

What?
Ji Maodan looked at Liu Zongyuan in disbelief, as if he was hallucinating.

This was the first time someone took the initiative to ask him for white lotus, the first time!
Especially knowing where the white lotus came from.

"Senior...are you kidding me?"

He spoke very cautiously, fearing that he might have misunderstood.

"Who are you kidding? Give it to me, give it to me now."

Liu Zongyuan's veins bulged and he said angrily.

Jimao stood up timidly, glanced at Liu Zongyuan timidly, and swallowed his saliva. The next moment, something happened that stunned Zhuihun...

(End of this chapter)