Plane replacement

Chapter 48 Sword Maru (recommended)

Wang Hua's shadow avatar also performed Lingbo Weibu, using the moonlight to hide his figure and step into the woods of the thousand-year-old tree demon.

Under Wang Hua's perception, the evil spirit in the entire forest became extremely weak, and the thousand-year-old tree demon seemed to deliberately restrain the evil spirit, trying to hide its own roots.

Wang Hua opened his magic eyes, looking for the place where the evil spirit is most concentrated, and sneaked in.

Soon arrived in front of an antique building, there were whispers in the wing room, and the sound of young girls playing and laughing. Wang Hua hesitated for a moment, pushed the door and stepped in.

The house is full of fairy air, and in the huge bathing pool, four or five girls bathe in it, some are charming, some are coquettish, some are shy, some are young, the scenery is infinite, and the garden is full of spring.

Wang Hua knew that all the girls in front of him were the thousand-year-old tree demon, trapped female ghosts, but he didn't expect the thousand-year-old tree demon to use this trick to deal with him, but stood there, motionless.

A moment later, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps behind Wang Hua, and four rude bandits came looking for the sound, holding hatchets and poking their heads in.

"Wow! There's a beauty taking a bath! Hehe, it's cheaper for us brothers." The four of them were fascinated, and they were so excited that they took off their clothes and threw themselves into the bathtub.

In Wang Hua's eyes, the four of them have already been fascinated by the scene in front of them, and what they are doing at this moment is nothing but ghosts and gods.

"Master, come down quickly and play together, hee hee."

Wang Hua stared at the four people lingering with the female ghost with a cold expression. In his eyes, the four people's arms were clearly five pink skeletons, so there was no flesh and blood.

"Hey, fellow daoists, why don't you go down and have fun, Pretty in Pink, isn't she just right for you to wait for heroes and talents?"

A strange sound of yin and yang sounded, and a rough-faced man about forty years away, but dressed in women's clothing, came lightly and landed beside Wang Hua.

Although the thousand-year-old tree demon suffered a secret loss from Wang Hua, he calculated his gains and losses in his heart and made a plan to use illusion to confuse Wang Hua. After all, it is better to have one more powerful friend than one more powerful enemy. .

A thousand-year-old tree demon has practiced for thousands of years, how can he not understand the truth here.

It's just that he didn't expect that Wang Hua's left eye was a Sharingan that could see through the illusions of the world, no matter how clever its illusions were, it would not be able to confuse Wang Hua.

"I'm not interested!" Wang Hua replied coldly, with mana circulating all over his body. With the help of Beiming Zhenqi, the power of the Five Thunder Curse became more powerful, and the Ben Lei jumped in Wang Hua's palm like a spirit snake.

"Oh?!" The thousand-year-old tree demon grasped the implication of Wang Hua's words. Since this person is not interested in female sex, what about other things.

"I didn't know that you were staying at Lanruo Temple last night, and my little ghost ran into you. I am here to apologize to you today." The thousand-year-old tree demon turned his sleeves, and several vines wrapped around a box of gold and silver jewels, appearing in Wang Hua's eyes. before.

"A small gift is not a respect."

Wang Hua snorted softly, the Five Thunder Curse dissipated, and the palm wind pushed out, shaking a box of jewelry into the bathtub in front of him, and said coldly: "I didn't expect you to collect a lot of vulgar things."

The four bandits in the bath, although some sharp-eyed people noticed Wang Hua and the thousand-year-old tree demon, they didn't bother them to have fun, and they ignored them.

"Ah, who hit my head?" The scattered gold, silver and jewels fell into the bath, some accidentally hitting a bandit.

"Brother, it's gold!"

"A lot of gold! Haha, we got rich"

The four bandits abandoned the girl, and kept salvaging gold, silver and jewels from the bottom of the bathing pool with greedy faces.

The Millennium Tree Demon's face was not friendly, but it quickly turned into a smiling face, and asked, "I have practiced for thousands of years, and I have seen too much prosperity and failure. I have indeed found a lot of vulgar things, which made fellow Taoists laugh."

"I don't know, what are fellow daoists interested in? See if I catch your attention."

The Millennium Tree Demon led Wang Hua into the back room, pushed the door open and entered, but it was a different scene.

Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, everything is in spring, greenery is abundant, and it is a peaceful and beautiful scene, but in Wang Hua's left eye, there is a mass grave in front of him, with dead bones and dusty corpses everywhere, eerie and terrifying.

"Fellow Daoist, look at this set of battle armor."

In the phantom, the Millennium Dryad took out a set of jet-black battle armor from a gold-plated treasure chest.

In Wang Hua's eyes, it pulled out a set of pitch-black battle armor from a mummy. The battle armor was separated from the body and made a crisp sound. It was cold and thick, absolutely extraordinary.

"This is a battle armor made of century-old cold iron. It was originally worn by a general, but now it is worn on a fellow Taoist. It is exactly what your human race said, a treasure matches a hero."

In the past, Wang Hua must have been greedy for this battle armor, but now that he has stepped into the innate state, what can impress Wang Hua is only the treasures of heaven and earth, and the supreme magic formula.

Wang Hua's eyes only stayed on the jet-black battle armor for a moment, but he lost interest. Looking around, there were still some vulgar objects on the entire mass grave.

The thousand-year-old tree demon's plan was to use illusion to present treasures to Wang Hua. Waiting for him to let go of his vigilance and observe its reality, he could take advantage of it and kill him by surprise. At that time, Wang Hua's essence, flesh and blood, and gifts would all be it of.

Even if there is no chance, there is one less enemy, why not do it.

Wang Hua had already guessed the plan of the Millennium Tree Demon [-]% or [-]% in his heart, and at this moment he was also putting on airs, trying to find out the root of the Millennium Tree Demon.

The two have their own thoughts and schemes against each other.

It's not that Wang Hua is afraid of the thousand-year-old tree demon. It's easy to kill the demon and get the pill, but it's a bit troublesome to get the treasure that the thousand-year-old tree demon has obtained for thousands of years.

He wanted to see how long the millennium tree demon could endure before taking out the most valuable treasure.

Seeing that Wang Hua was still unmoved by the thousand-year-old tree demon, he also knew that Wang Hua was not easy to fool, and said with a strange smile: "Friends of Daoism really have vision. people, but it is of little use.”

The thousand-year-old tree demon said as he took out a crimson ball from his sleeve. It was crystal clear and only the size of a palm. At first glance, it looked like a marble.

"This sword pill was obtained by the deity from a sword fairy. It has been in the hands of the deity for many years, and it is now a gift to fellow Taoists."

The sword pill is shaped like a projectile, and the sword intent is the most important thing. The pill is just its shape. For sword cultivators, it is a treasure. It needs to be refined with sword intent, blended with sword energy, and driven by magic power. It is very powerful.

The Millennium Tree Demon obtained this treasure and planned to refine it for his own use, but with its aptitude, it has not been able to conceive sword intent for several years, let alone refine sword pills with sword intent.

This treasure falls into its hands, it is really like a chicken rib, it is useless to eat, and it is a pity to discard it.

Wang Hua secretly said in his heart, there are really good things in this monster, and it is not in vain for him to wait for so long.

Beiming Zhenqi took the sword pill and landed in Wang Hua's palm, and an invisible sword intent emanated from the sword pill.

Wang Hua understood in his heart that the millennium tree demon could not produce sword intent, and the sword intent of the original owner in the sword pill could not dissipate.

It's just that Wang Hua's cultivation is all palm techniques. Although the palm meaning has not been condensed, it is indeed a bit troublesome for him to modify the sword technique and condense the sword intention.

Wang Hua pondered for a long time and put the sword pills into his sleeves. Even if he can't use these treasures, it is a great favor to give to others.

Seeing Wang Hua accepting the sword pill, the thousand-year-old tree demon said with a strange smile: "Fellow Daoist is willing to accept such an expensive gift, you and I are considered acquaintances. I will ask the servant to put on a good banquet, accompanied by a dancer, and congratulate me." This is a treasure for you."

Wang Hua got the sword pill at this moment, but he is only a shadow clone, not a deity. If he can't escape, he will have to fall into the hands of the thousand-year-old tree demon.

The food and drink are complete, and the dancers are dancing, all of which are illusions.

Wang Hua sat down, formed a hand seal, and passed on the situation here to the deity who was in Lanruo Temple.

The shadow clone and the thousand-year-old tree demon stalled for time, waiting for the deity to arrive.

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