Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

The old man who spoke first stroked his white beard and guessed, "Is it possible that this kid accidentally entered the ruins of some ancient immortal sect? I'm afraid that only in the heyday of cultivation in the ancient immortal era could there be so many high-quality spirit stones left."

"It's hard to say. The ancient immortal period is too far away from us. Moreover, apart from a few words in the classics and a few ancient immortal treasures, it is still unclear whether that era actually existed." The middle-aged Confucian scholar retorted.

"Then how do you explain this?" The white-bearded old man pursed his lips. "Well, that guy has already bought more than a dozen items, and the others are very resentful of him now."

"Amitabha."

A monk wearing a bright yellow robe, with 108 golden Linggu ebony merit beads around his neck and a scarlet gold-threaded cassock, made a Buddhist gesture.

Although the old monk had white beard and eyebrows, he did not look old at all. Instead, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his skin was as white as a baby's.

"This little donor has great courage, but also great murderous sins."

"Master, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but there are no disciples of yours here, and there's no need to be so polite. Can you please be more straightforward?"

A swordsman who was leaning against the wall with a sword in his arms, looking sloppy and with his robes disheveled, propped up his head and said with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"I really can't understand you Buddhists. Can you die if you talk nicely?"

"Amitabha, the Sword Master is still as irritable as before, this is not good."

The old monk was not annoyed, but just laughed, twisting a string of Buddhist beads that was smaller than the one around his neck. His whole body exuded a warm glow, like the afternoon sun.

"As the ancients said, wealth should not be exposed. This little donor dares to show his true face here and reveal his amazing wealth. Isn't this a display of great courage?"

"Hmm, then what?" Sword Master curled his lips, "What is the great killing sin?"

"Not sure, I can't see clearly." The old monk shook his head slightly. "When I looked at it, I felt like a bloody sea of ​​evil ghosts rushing towards me. If I am not mistaken, this little donor might be a demon."

"You are still talking nonsense, everyone knows this." Jian Zun continued to complain, "You have already seen it, why can't you see more? Old man Tianji is scared, you are not scared too, right?"

"Don't look at what is inappropriate. Don't watch what is inappropriate. It's not that I'm afraid, nor that I can't see clearly. I just don't want to lose my life for nothing." The old monk shook his head slightly. "Just now I wanted to take a closer look, but as soon as the thought came up, I suddenly felt a great sense of terror, as if the endless purgatory had descended on the world."

As he spoke, the old monk spread out his hands and displayed the string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

Several True Gods looked at it curiously, and saw that the rope of merit that strung the Buddhist beads had disappeared for some reason, and it was now completely maintained by the old monk's Buddhist power.

Among the round Buddhist beads, thirteen had cracked, revealing wisps of black gas mixed with blood.

The Sword Master's cynical expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by coldness and murderousness. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a faint sword sound was emitted.

"Become a god?"

The old monk nodded slightly: "This is definitely not an ordinary god. This person has a great cause and effect that can break the sky, and there is a powerful external force protecting him, so I can't peek. The consequences of forcibly peeking and touching him will be..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence.

I just tried it just now, and the Buddhist beads on the bracelet that condensed the power of merit were damaged.

If he really continued to look at this, I'm afraid even the one around his neck would not be able to save him.

Just like the fortune teller half a year ago.

The truth of fate!

At the same time, several powerful gods thought of the scene half a year ago when they used their famous sword skills but were killed by Lu Wenwu's backlash.

How similar is that to the scene the old monk is seeing now?

The middle-aged scholar looked serious and said slowly, "He is most likely the Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord we are looking for!"

Chapter 261: The Flexible Tianji Pavilion

"you sure?"

The Sword Master spoke, his voice filled with extreme coldness, like the coldest day of the year.

Compared with his previous cynicism, he now truly lives up to the world's imagination of a peerless swordsman.

"I am not sure."

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and took out a stone as transparent as crystal from his Qiankun bag.

After injecting some spiritual power into it, the stone suddenly shone brightly, projecting a three-dimensional full-body projection of Lu Wenwu.

"This is the memory crystal that Mo Lu Zhenzun extracted from his own thoughts and memories. The guy below is completely different from Tyrannosaurus Demon Zun."

"Could it be a trick?" asked the white-bearded old man.

The old monk who was trying to repair the Buddhist beads also shook his head: "Amitabha, he did not use any means to hide, that is his true appearance, even his bones are completely different from those of the Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Sword Master's voice was still cold.

"Unless it's a complete transformation, but that's unlikely."

The middle-aged scholar took over the conversation again, his forehead slightly wrinkled, and he stared intently at Lu Wenwu who was scattering spirit stones below.

“Not to mention that this magic secret technique has been lost for thousands of years. Even if he really found the inheritance left by the Wanhua Demon Lord, the probability that he can learn it is shockingly low.”

"If you want to practice the Rebirth Method, the prerequisite is to have a spiritual transformation and a large amount of flesh and blood. At the same time, you also need a thousand-year-old spiritual material that only grows in the deep sea - Xuanling Jade Bone Algae, to assist in your practice."

"Everyone present here is a person of profound knowledge and background. You should all know that during the era when the dragon race was still active, all the spiritual veins in the sea were concentrated in the Dragon Palace City, and there was almost nothing in the outside world."

"Ever since the dragon clan and its clansmen almost disappeared from the world of immortal cultivation ten thousand years ago, the supply of seabed spiritual materials in the entire world of immortal cultivation has almost been cut off. How could the Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord find the dragon clan and go to their medicine garden to obtain these precious ten thousand year old spiritual materials?"

"Let's take a step back. If the Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord really has mastered this technique, with the power he can exert in an instant, who among us can escape his assassination? He can easily disguise himself as any of us. How can we sit here and drink tea and discuss the Dao like this?"

Sword Master also frowned: "The Tyrannosaurus Demon Master uses the dragon as his symbol. According to the ink scroll, he can transform into a dragon and release pure dragon power. Can't he be related to the dragon clan?"

"If he really has a relationship with the dragon clan, why would he bother to cultivate magic?" The middle-aged scholar complained helplessly, "The True Dragon Clan is such a wealthy race that the sea can be said to be their private property. What can he not get if he wants it?"

After saying this, Sword Master suddenly fell silent.

What the middle-aged Confucian scholar said makes sense.

The vast majority of those who practice magic, except for those sociopaths with dark mentalities and mortals born under the rule of the devil, have encountered insurmountable obstacles in their practice.

Either there are no higher-level resources to help break through, or there is not enough qualification to get over it, or there are no precious enough treasures to repair the wrong path taken in youth.

Anyway, it's stuck.

In the short term, he could hold on thanks to his previously solidified Dao heart.

After a long time, just like Tian Xingzi, he started to take some crooked ways in order to prolong his life, and eventually became a complete demon monk.

But these problems do not exist at all for the True Dragon clan.

The True Dragon Clan is extremely eager for tribal dragons and excellent dragons, and the Dragon Transformation Gate is the evidence.

Therefore, in the perception of the monks of the Immortal Dao Alliance, if the Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord really had even the slightest blood connection with the True Dragon Clan, would the Dragon Clan leave such a genius who could fight above his level alone?

Prejudice and issues of origin are completely bullshit to the Dragon Clan. As long as you have dragon blood and are good enough in fighting, that's enough.

They are well-known for their wealth and power, and their main claim is to be wealthy enough to rival the rest of the world.

Moreover, he is extremely protective of his own shortcomings.

Most of the time, the True Dragons entertain themselves in the Dragon Palace.

If any of the dragons related to them were injured by the outside world, at best the entire clan would be wiped out, at worst the entire clan would have their souls extracted and their spirits refined.

The world of immortal cultivation?

As long as you are strong enough to fight, what you say about the sun being green is right and it is the truth.

Right or wrong?

Are you saying you want to talk about right and wrong with a race that treats the ocean as its own backyard, can easily rule the world, but is generally too lazy to move and spends most of their time at home counting money?

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, there is no right or wrong.

There is even less of that among the dragon clan.

If the Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord really had a connection with the Dragon Clan, the first thing the current Dragon Emperor would do after ascending the throne would be to rush to the Five Elements Formation Sect and wipe out their entire clan, and then wait for the Immortal Dao Alliance to apologize or go to war directly.

Therefore, after a brief discussion, several big guys in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm quickly deleted Lu Wenwu from the list of suspects.

I just thought that the other person was a lucky guy with explosive luck, who accidentally obtained a huge inheritance from some ruins.

This at least sounds much more reasonable than the fact that Tyrannosaurus Demon Lord was born into the dragon clan. There have been examples of people getting rich overnight in the world of immortal cultivation.

It’s just that this guy is extremely confident in himself and dares to show off at the auction in front of so many cultivators, as if he is afraid that others don’t know that he is rich in spirit stones.

Lu Wenwu knew nothing about this and was still going on a shopping spree amidst the many complicated, excited, angry, jealous and envious looks from people below.

"So tiring. Can't Tianji Tower offer a one-time package price? Bidding one by one is really too troublesome."

Lu Wenwu pressed the bidding device and just spent more than 50,000 high-quality spirit stones to buy a flying fairy boat that could be considered extremely powerful even among those in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

This spending spree was fun at first.

But once there are too many, it's like being in jail in a survival game and then immediately joining the Wind Sect to start killing monsters that you couldn't beat before, and squandering the unlimited supplies like crazy.

The consequence of doing this is that the game life is drastically overdrawn and it quickly becomes boring.

Now Lu Wenwu deeply understands those classic words that Jack Ma said back then:

I have no interest in money

【Money is just a string of numbers to me】

[What I miss most is when I made 5,000 yuan a month]

indeed.

Once people have enough material things and are free from all kinds of pressure, they begin to pursue spiritual enjoyment.

It's like an online novel.

It is often interesting at the beginning when you see the protagonist starting from scratch and struggling for a tiny profit and cultivation.

When the protagonist becomes powerful in the middle and late stages, he gradually becomes boring and loses many things that were only interesting when he was weak.

I gained a huge amount of power and money, but what did I lose?

Oh, it turns out to be stress and worries!

Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu turned his head to look at Lou Yuwei, who had cold sweat on his forehead, and tentatively handed the bidding machine to him.

"Friend, do you want to play? Just bid according to my method. I'll start with ten times the base price. If someone follows suit, I'll bid double."

what?

Should I bid?

Brother, you are really my father, you might as well kill me!