Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

"Of course, this "[-]" song pot is not so easy to get along with. Without A Ping's permission, no one can come up with it."

It can be said that Xiayue's perception of Lin Zhibei is quite bad.

Then he continued: "If he can come out, I..."

"Shh!"

Liu Yun quickly covered Caiyue's mouth, "Old Lu, please stop talking."

Zhongli next to him also said with a smile:

"The mystery of this dust song pot is really powerful, I'm afraid even I can't get out of it."

What Zhongli said was actually the truth, the dust song pot only recognizes one master, and it is a real magic weapon of space.

And Zhongli's power has nothing to do with space, but is better at sealing together, so even if it is him, there is no way out.

A Ping just smiled and rubbed her upturned little nose and said:

"Oh, it's not that powerful, the emperor must have a way."

But before Ah Ping was happy, Zhong Li poured cold water on her:

"Although I can't do anything about this dust song pot, for Mr. Lin

"It should be impossible for him to be trapped."

"what?!"

All the immortals were shocked.

Can't this dust song pot trap that mortal boy?

Are you kidding about Isle of Skye?

But Chao is an exception, he said thoughtfully:

"Did Dijun mean Mr. Lin's?"

Zhongli nodded, "That's right, that's the one."

Before the words fell, I heard a familiar voice coming from the dust song pot in A Ping's hand:

"Everyone stay away, I'm coming out."

"A Ping, I suggest you throw the pot up."

Zhong Li magnetically said in a reminding voice.

"what?"

Before Ah Ping could react, she kicked the dust song pot with quick eyes and hands, sending the dust song pot flying into the sky.

In the next moment, countless white lights burst out from the dust song pot, and it turned into a gorgeous white firework.

It caused the Liyue people below to applaud.

"it is good!"

"It's so exciting! There are still fireworks to watch."

"Yes, yes, it's really worth it."

After the white light passed, the Dust Song Pot full of holes split apart, and the contents inside spilled all over the sky.

The people below were happy to see the fireworks, but some were about to cry.

A Ping looked at the property scattered all over the sky, at a loss.

Lin Zhibei, on the other hand, calmly returned to the stunned few people with his sword.

A Ping wanted to cry, "My dust song pot..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Here, Aping's mentality collapsed, and the other immortals were also shocked into statues.

"That white light... what's going on, even the dust song pot can be broken?"

Liuyun people are stupid.

"Ah, you said that, that is called Sword Intent, Kaitian Sword Intent..."

Lin Zhibei didn't hide it, anyway, after he became a rock god, these immortals would know sooner or later

"Open Heaven Sword Intent?"

Li Shui savored the meaning of this word, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Hmph, it's just a fluke."

To be stubborn is to be stubborn.

However, as soon as Shayue opened his mouth, he immediately attracted the contempt of other immortals.

"Don't talk nonsense, you crow mouth."

Liuyun at the side scolded.

And Qiyue suddenly became depressed, pouted, and whispered: "What, could it be that he can't come out if I don't say it?"

On the other hand, Lin Zhibei asked Aping with a smile:

"How about it, A Ping, do you still want to fight?"

How could Aping have the mind to fight Lin Zhibei again.

Lin Zhibei's house was demolished.

Fuck it.

A Ping burst into tears on the spot, stared at Lin Zhibei viciously, and then flew down to search for the scattered belongings.

"Ah, this."

Lin Zhibei suddenly felt guilty.

But soon the guilt disappeared.

Who told 0.9 you to lock me in?

Anyway, since you can make a dust song pot for Yingmei, it shouldn't be difficult to make another one yourself.

Lin Zhibei thought in his heart.

After thinking about it, Lin Zhibei only felt refreshed, and looked at Zhongli, "Okay, I should have won, right?" Zhongli nodded, but there was no appreciation in his eyes, it was taken for granted.

"Yes, Mr. Lin, you won."

"And it won pretty cleanly."

Lin Zhibei glanced at the immortals behind him, raised his eyebrows, and said provocatively:

"who is the next?".

Chapter 180 Nine

On the other side, on the Qunyu Pavilion, everyone who watched Lin Zhibei bullying Aping was full of admiration.

Paimon clapped his hands excitedly and shouted over there:

"Brother Bei is too hot! He is indeed my big brother!"

"Hurry up, maybe you can have a supper!"

"These fairies..."

Paimon wanted to continue to get carried away, but was dragged back by Yingmei, covering his small mouth that kept chattering.

"Paimon, I can understand you praising Brother Bei, but don't be a Ruxian."

If Yingmei hadn't blocked Paimeng's mouth in time, he didn't know what outrageous things Paimon was about to say.

"Hey hey, I got carried away for a moment."

Paimon scratched his head embarrassedly and said.

Although Ke Qing next to him didn't have a good opinion of Lin Zhibei, he had to admit that Lin Zhibei did have means.

"Can a mortal...can do this?"

As for the Liyue Xian family, there are records in the history books. Apart from the "Grandma Ping's Shockwave" that sweeps away all directions, the Zhenjun of Gechenlang City is her dust song pot that most often appears in the records.

"The Dust Song Pot, which has subdued countless demons and heretics, is actually broken..."

Even Ke Qing, who is the most disrespectful of immortal gods, finds it inconceivable that a mortal can break the magic weapon of the immortal family.

"There are more secrets about Lin Zhibei... It seems that there are more than I imagined."

Ke Qing couldn't help but become more curious about Lin Zhibei.

Seeing Keqing's appearance, Ning Guang at the side stepped forward and stroked the purple Mao Maotou's shoulder.

"Why, Miss Yuhengxing wants to grab a man from me?"

Ning Guang just made a small joke, but Ke Qing flashed her big move and handed it all in.

"Ningguang, don't talk nonsense." Ke Qing's pretty face immediately flushed red, and it was very obvious.

"I don't have any special expectations or emotions for that Mr. Lin!"

"Well, absolutely not!"

Ah this.

Ningguang was just joking, but now she has doubts.

This little girl wouldn't really want to grab a man from herself, would she?

Even Paimon was attracted by the flustered Keqing here, and flew over unsteadily.

"Oh, you are blushing, let me be healthy."

Yingmei looked at Paimon who was getting more and more daring over there with her hips on her hips, and wondered if Paimeng drank fake wine behind her back today.

But soon Yingmei thought of the reason why Paimeng dared to be so bold.

If there is a big brother who is about to ascend to the godhood to back him up, anyone will become bolder.

"Strange, where did you go?"

A Ping still maintains that youthful appearance, but now she has lost her former air, but is looking for something anxiously, looking around with her head down.

In his right hand he was holding a pot lid, which seemed to be a part of Lin Zhibei's surviving dust song pot.

Just like that, I looked all the way there, but I still didn't find what I was looking for.

At this moment, a girly-looking man with dark blue hair approached Aping with something made of black gauze in his hand.

"That... are you looking for this?"

The warm and mellow voice is completely inconsistent with the delicate girl's appearance, it is Xingqiu.

A Ping, who was having a headache because she couldn't find something, raised her head, looked at the things in Xingqiu's hands, and immediately relaxed her brows, "Yes, yes, thank you, little girl."

Xing Qiu was stunned.

Do I really look like Second Miss? !

I only felt my eyelids twitch, but I still passed the thing in my hand, and said in my mouth:

"Miss, first, I am an upright man."

"Second, this thing smells weird and feels weird to the touch, can you tell me where you bought it?"

A Ping was a little surprised when she heard the first sentence. Is such a beautiful girl a man?

Hearing the second sentence, it's even more uncertain, this brat smelled my...

?? !!

"give me back!"

A Ping dodged the black silk in Xingqiu's hand, turned around angrily and left.

083 Xingqiu was left scratching his head in confusion.

"What's going on here?"