Grim Reaper Red Packet

Chapter 117 The Great Harvest

But the God of Death's sickle, just like his golden cudgel, is a spiritual weapon that recognizes its master, and Wei Wuji might not be able to use it just by grabbing it.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Monkey King has figured out the ability of the god of death.

Death's most powerful weapon is the sickle, although it can cut off his head, so what?

In addition, the most powerful thing about the Death God is the heart of death. The heart of death is beating, and the energy of death is surging. If it were an ordinary god, his life energy would be exhausted.

Sun Wukong learned 72 changes. He was originally an immortal monkey king. In addition, after becoming a Buddha, he has a unique fighting golden body.

The fighting arena is hazy, which may also be caused by the low resolution of the clairvoyance.

Sun Wukong pressed his head to his neck, twisted it a few times, and suddenly saw a flash of golden light, his huge body disappeared immediately, and suddenly appeared in front of the god of death, and slammed down the stick on the head of the god of death.

The god of death didn't dodge, and raised his sickle to block it.

But seeing sparks splashing like lava jets.

The god of death couldn't bear this force, and was smashed to his knees, lying like a mountain body like an old cow, but Monkey King was so fast that he fell with another stick.

The god of death saw that the momentum was not good, pulled the cloak on his shoulders, and disappeared from the live broadcast screen.

Wei Wuji was salivating looking at it, guessing that the cloak worn by the God of Death was the real cloak of God of Death, and what he and Xiong Ba got were just counterfeit products.

If he had known this, he should have told Brother Monkey, and at least snatched the cloak of Death.

"How is this live broadcast done?"

Niu Tingting was a little sleepy at first, but now she looks more and more awake.

If this is a movie, it is not surprising, but this is a live broadcast, and most likely it cannot be done.

But she soon figured out that this must be the anchor playing a certain movie.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back to sleep."

After Niu Tingting figured it out, she persuaded: "This movie is very exciting, download it later and watch it slowly!"

"This is not a movie!"

Wei Wuji shook his head and smiled.

In the picture, although there is no trace of the god of death, the eyes of Monkey King are shining with golden light, and he swung the golden cudgel, chasing the god of death to fight all over the ring.

"The sound of jingling and jingling is endless. It is obvious that the god of death blocked the golden cudgel of the great sage with a sickle."

Shunfeng Er's commentary was very poor, and he said: "I think that with one breath, the god of death will be able to fight back, cough cough, and the great sage will win!"

But the Monkey King in the picture stopped slapping, opening and closing his mouth, obviously cursing, but unfortunately the live broadcast was so bad that no sound could be heard.

Then I heard Shun Feng Er say: "The god of death is defeated, and the Great Sage won in the hundredth round."

Shit, is this the end?
Looking at the time, only half an hour has passed. Judging by Brother Hou's appearance, it is obvious that he hasn't exhausted all his strength. This god of death is too weak!

The friends in the Western group in the death red envelope group are feeling like dogs at this moment, watching Tang Sanzang and the others speechlessly sarcasm, but they can't think of anything to refute.

If Reaper could fight Sun Wukong for thousands of rounds, they would be able to say that Reaper was a glorious defeat, or that Reaper almost won, but in the current situation, Reaper has lost completely, and there is really no way to justify Reaper.

"Brother Monkey won, we should go back!"

Wei Wuji got up and turned on the flashlight, and the two of them walked down the hillside and went back to their respective tents.

Wei Wuji got into the tent, but found that Old Liu was not there. Just when he was surprised, Niu Tingting came in with a blushing face, and said in a low voice, "They...they are sleeping in their arms over there!"

"So you come to sleep with me?"

Wei Wuji only felt that Liu Zhijing did a great job.

"good night!"

Niu Tingting rolled her eyes hard, and got into Wei Wuji's sleeping bag, she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyelids open.

Wei Wuji smiled slightly, fastened the door chain, got into Liu Zhijing's sleeping bag, but continued to play with his mobile phone.

Brother Hou won within a hundred rounds. Not only did he not lose his one hundred good deeds, but he also doubled it by ten times.

Clicking into the Tianting Mall, the goodness has become more than 300 points, and it is more than 13 when converted into immortal coins, which can buy a foundation building pill.

Damn, do you want to be so cheating?

In order to fasten Jiang Ziya, during the last transaction, he deliberately gave him a catty of monkey wine, but Jiang Ziya reciprocated and gave him a foundation building pill.

Now it seems that if you want to get good things, it is more economical to trade monkey wine, so you should first accumulate good virtues, and if you accumulate more, you may be able to buy superb fairy things.

The barrel of monkey wine given by brother monkey should be enough to support him to cultivate to alchemy and even to nascent soul, not to mention that if he runs out, he will pretend to be pitiful and beg brother monkey, brother monkey may give him another barrel.

It was Jiang Ziya who chatted the most in the group. This decisive battle made Jiang Ziya a lot of money.

The most depressing thing is Tang Seng. Tang Seng bet [-] good deeds, betting on Monkey King to KO death in one round, but he was beaten miserably by his apprentice.

Wei Wuji: Thank you Mr. Jiang!
Jiang Ziya: Be polite, be kind, and earn money together. This is fun!
Tang Sanzang: All you earn are the virtues of poor monks (numerous tearful emojis)
Mother of Lightning: The Buddha is merciful, and it should be given to us as alms (laughing emoji)

Lei Gong: Exactly!
Tang Sanzang: Why don't you see that you give alms to poor monks?The poor monk is now begging for kindness with you, will you give it? (tearful emoji)

Sun Wukong: God of death, my stick, why don't you hide or block it? @grim Reaper
Iron Man: I guess the god of death is too confident.

Cat Demon: Poor Lord Reaper!

Wei Wuji also found it strange that Reaper had fought against Brother Hou earlier, and this battle was constantly colliding. He should know the power of Brother Hou's stick, but why did Reaper resist?
That block was the turning point of the entire decisive battle.

Under a block, the God of Death retreated steadily, and finally put on a cloak and fled.

Sun Wukong just couldn't understand this point, so he came out to ask, and just defeated the god of death like this, without a sense of accomplishment, but felt like a stone was blocked in his heart, making him feel uncomfortably bored.

Reaper: The Buddha of War is mighty, I am willing to bow down!
Sun Wukong: Why don't you hide?

Death: Can't hide, can't hide!
Sun Wukong: Just like this, you still want to deceive my grandson?

Reaper: Let me send you a red envelope!

It seems that the god of death doesn't want to talk about this matter, so he immediately used a red envelope tactic to successfully divert the topic, which is not to say that he is not cunning.

hum!
Reaper's red envelope, come as soon as you say it.

Wei Wuji was already prepared and stretched out his finger, but the speed of the Internet was slow, and he couldn't get it out for a long time. He was so anxious that he wanted to smash the phone again.

After the red envelope refresh fails, a system message pops up at the bottom.

The god of death's red envelope was snatched within ten seconds, and Wei Wuji was the king of luck.

Actually snatched it?
Wei Wuji looked dumbfounded.

Then he clicked on the red envelope and finally swiped it in. It was seen that Reaper sent out a million Ming coins this time, and he, the king of luck, grabbed 60 by himself, and the remaining 40 was divided among Tang Seng and others.

Grab a red envelope and get 60 Mingcoins, and he has only saved 10,000+ Mingcoins after doing good deeds so hard.

Tang Sanzang: The poor monk is too unlucky today, let's go to relax first (goodbye expression)
Jiang Ziya: Wuji, the old man is going to Tushita Palace now.

Wei Wuji: I also have to squint for a while.

Now that there are more than 70 Mingcoins, if you can buy good things in the Death Mall, you have to carefully weigh what to buy.

But with a ding, the god of death sent him a message.

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