Guardian Chapter 121: God Deng Ding

  "The gods are gods, and there are no gods."

  Chen Feng held back for a long time, and he felt a little embarrassed. What kind of nasty and fun formulas are all this, and he didn't know the unlucky one.

  I was meditating, as well as the speed of speech, and the slogan-like slogan that was circulated and frustrated, I felt a little shameful.

  The formula has been recited.

  But there was no response for a long time.

  Chen Feng was shocked, looking at the hidden cracks on it, could it be that he had just smashed it with the Universe Bi-wave Cover.

   Still saying that the method is wrong...Chen Feng recalled that the third master was holding a sharp-mouthed lamp at the time, facing the scene where he wanted to speak but stopped, he had a certain number in his heart, and a weak spit in his heart.

  He touched the sharp-mouthed lamp tube, rubbing it and reciting, "God, God, there is no tin."

  The sound of hula la tugging wind.

  Chen Feng quickly backed away.

  I saw a plume of black smoke rising.

  Slowly a smoker emerged.

  This smoky man is black, with red lips and white teeth. He is not slender. Except for his lips and teeth, his eyes are slightly white all over his body.

  His feet became a thin line of black smoke extending to the mouth of the sharp mouth.

  The whole image is exactly the same as the lamp **** in the Aladdin's magic lamp that Chen Feng recognized in his previous life, except for his skin color.

  Chen Feng’s blue veins on his forehead collapsed. To be honest, he is a little autistic... Isn’t it time for me to make a wish? The first wish is world peace, and the second wish is to send me back to my previous life. For the earth, the third wish is that I still want three wishes.

  "Stupid human beings, please call me a demon..."

  "Boom..."

  Chen Feng took out a crutch made of Fusang Remnant Wood from the Void Shuttle, banging banging, and smashing it out of the void.

  "Damn human beings, this uncle is an ancient god..."

  "Ignorant human beings, don't bow their heads and bow down...Oh, tap it."

  "Dirty human, I can satisfy you...Ouch, no, you misunderstood."

  "Idiot human beings, you ￥#%&...Ouch, sir, don’t fight."

  "Uncle, you are my uncle...Ouch, why are you still fighting."

  ……

  Chen Feng probably knew how the so-called noble guest of the Four Sacred Mountains would throw the spirit weapon with the spirit to the bandit.

  This spirit is not only chattering, but also has a cheap mouth. It is estimated that the distinguished guest is overwhelmed, and can be thrown away, and it can be a good favor.

  Are all the spirits of this world so full of individuality... Chen Feng thought of the two childish faces and bark faces who talked about cross talk in the Department of Soul Rehabilitation, and they also looked mean, with sharp-mouthed lamps. There is no difference in this instrumental spirit.

  "God is called God Ding, oooooo, don’t slap your face, you’ll be disfigured again."

  Huh, sweating out in the cool breeze in the middle of the night, I feel comfortable...Chen Feng sighed for a long time, struggling with the stick on his shoulder, and raised his head towards Qi Ling, "Are you still arrogant? You know who is the uncle?"

  "Understand, know, know."

  "Is my friend in it, let me out."

  "This..."

  Boom, pop, boom, boom, boom.

  Chen Feng shook his head and divided his slightly wet hair sideways. He put the crutches on his shoulders and held his hands one after the other, like a group of classmates in Leha college.

  "It’s not that I don’t want it, it’s that I can’t, oh oh, can you speak well, don’t give it a chance, oh oh, I’ve never been beaten so much since I was a kid, oh... …Oh, my old lady has never beaten me like this. Hey, who is my old mother? Ooh, I don’t know who my old mother is, hahaha, I don’t have an old mother..."

  Chen Feng, "..."

  The blue veins on his forehead bulged again.

   Click.

  Chen Feng gritted out the dragon teeth, and the sound of the bite was full of thunder. It can be seen that Chen Feng has tolerated this **** to the limit.

  Unexpectedly, the effect of biting this dragon's teeth is surprisingly good.

  The gods looked at the teeth of the dragon's teeth, his eyes were confused, and his expression showed an effort to recall, as if he had seen him somewhere.

  "Do you...know?" Chen Feng moved slightly in his heart, biting his dragon teeth and handing it in front of the Qi Ling. If the Qi Ling is a Fusang type, it will be easy to handle. Give it to Xiao Sang to ensure compliance. Post.

  "I don't know." God's face was indifferent, okay, the black face, I really can't tell if it is indifferent, anyway, the expression is almost what it means.

  I don’t know, you put on a thoughtful look... Chen Feng once again raised the idea of ​​wanting to beat the gods violently.

  Chen Feng himself was very strange, when he was so violent, how could he beat him whenever he didn't agree with him, it seemed that he was not his usual self.

  Chen Feng is secretly alert, is it because of the influence of this god?

  Fucking trough...Chen Feng exclaimed in his heart...Even me, who possesses the Four Nine Techniques of Hiding Heaven and Crossing the Sea and Dayan, can be influenced by him, that ordinary person...I take it for granted. This smart gadget is not just as simple as being cheap.

  Chen Feng began to move the thoughts that would make him regret later.

  "Anyone can use you as long as you have this lamp and chant the formula, such as whether you want to endure a master with blood, the next contract prohibition, etc., erase the consciousness of the previous master."

  "I'm kidding, the **** is..." proudly hugged the pretentious **** with both arms, subconsciously shrank his neck, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxian is... the **** is...Hey, sir, the little one belongs to you Servant, you can do whatever you want, no request."

  After not using Chen Feng, he regrets a bit now.

  He felt as if something was beating on his forehead, and his hands and feet began to disobey, and he wanted to copy the guy.

  After finally holding back this impulse, he said with difficulty. Just opened his mouth, Chen Feng realized that his mouth was dry.

  The color of horror in his eyes is fleeting. Sure enough, this **** can influence people’s behavior invisibly, and he still has to do it. If his passive skills are not high enough, this accidentally Got his way.

  But this **** is also cheap enough to influence me to beat him...Wait, why did he want me to beat him? Chen Feng held his arm, touched his chin, and looked at the **** in circles.

  The **** faces Chen Feng, and as he turns in circles, he constantly adjusts his floating posture, just not looking at people from his back.

  There was a conspiracy, let me beat him, and the purpose was not pure...Chen Feng turned around and pretended to be indifferent and thoughtful, suddenly, with lightning speed, went around behind the gods, only to find the gods Ding still faces himself.

  Chen Feng didn’t believe in evil, exhausted all his methods, and almost exhausted himself to death. The back of the **** was still missing. No matter how hard he tried, the **** would not look back at people. This seemed to be a rule, and This kind of rule has not even been discovered by the gods.

  The gods began to murmur again, "Which circle do you mean, what do you mean by circle? You want to know what you want to know, there is no need to tire yourself, you are like a fool, do you know? , Idiot, you know, that is, things are silly, silly, come and read slowly with me, silly..."

  I want to endure, I want to endure, I can’t... endure a fart, Chen Feng took out a cane stick made of Fuso Canmu, crackled and vented.

  Oh, hush.

  Oh oh oh, hush service.

  Chen Fengshuang is now.

  The gods are also cool.

  The two people actually have a feeling of hatred for seeing each other late, and sympathy for each other.

  Chen Feng shook his head, and shook the unconventional thought out of his head.

  "Okay, satisfied? Now I can let my friends come out."

  The goddess has a bitter expression again, and he shrugs his shoulders and said helplessly: "It's not unwilling, it really can't, it's..."

  Chen Feng raised his hand to stop. As long as the gods spoke, they would not stop talking and talking. The only way was to just let him say a few words, and one more sentence would be nonsense.

  "Is there a limit on the number of openings? You only need to answer yes or no."

  "No, I..."

  "Shut up, is the lamp body cracked, causing the quality of the artifact to decrease? You just need to return to yes or no."

  "Yes, ah, that..."

  "Receive the sound."

  "Uh..."

  "I tell you to stop."

  "Ale..."

  "If you don’t shut up, I will destroy the pointed lamp and leave you no place to stay."

  "..."

  The **** was wronged, and he was so uncomfortable to hold back, his cheeks bulged, and tears could faintly see the tears in his eye sockets.

  He endured it for a long time, and finally he shouted out in a rush and fast continuous tone, "You don’t want me to say that I also want to tell you that it’s not that the material of the lamp body is rare in the world. No world, no real, no friends, no way out, no way out, no way out."

  Ha~whoo~!

  Have a breath for the gods, but the smoke disappears.

  This world...Chen Feng captured unusual words. The wording used by the gods is this world, not words such as the Dashun Dynasty or this continent. The meaning of this world is a bit mysterious. .

  Chen Feng deliberately slowed down, and slowly said in an interrogative tone, "This world?"

  The gods were happy when they heard it, and Chen Feng asked, using no restrictive sentences, which meant that he could speak freely and happily.

  "This world? Of course it’s this world. Which world do you think I’m talking about? To be precise, it’s the entire yin and yang realms. It’s made by a fairy. The fairy does not understand. If you don’t understand, do you want to explain it to you again? Forget it, you won’t understand it after the explanation. Oh, ants, ah, ah, don’t get excited, what stick are you digging out? Ah, stop, stop...I understand, I understand, I just say, I just say, the material I need is cinnabar."

  Cinnabar sand...Chen Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief...You said something else, I really can’t get it out, isn’t it just a graveyard? I...my stupid girl...this deity, take this As a beaver, I will deduct points when I have nothing to do, and I will deduct points when I have something to do. What's so rare about playing in the mud.

  Chen Feng was silent, took out a handful of the grave soil in the void shuttle, another handful, another handful...the gods were dumbfounded.

  "Baba, I am your good son who has been lost for many years." The gods burst into tears and hugged Chen Feng’s trouser legs, with tears in his eyes. Not allowed."

  The **** Ding said that he couldn't make it happen, and the speed of his hand holding the cinnabar in his arms almost became a shadow.

  Chen Feng understood that this tool spirit, for the sake of a bit of grave soil, is not only cheap and chatty, but also has no lower limit.

  A bit of grave soil?

  I really don’t feel bad about selling Ye Tian, ​​if Liuli knew that Chen Feng was so bad at cinnabar sand, he would have to poke him into a honeycomb immediately.

  "Waiting for you." The **** Ding was overjoyed, and he closed his mouth happily for a long time, carefully sending the grave soil into his pointed mouth.

  With the continuous intake of grave soil.

  The cracked texture of the pointed beak lamp showed faint red streaks, as if the blood vessels were filled with fresh blood again.

  It turns out that the texture cracks are natural, not the cracks that collided with the Universe Bi-wave Cover.

  These textures look very mysterious. The palm-sized lamp body, a little smaller, contains ever-changing combinations, one set of one set, one look at a close look, I thought it would be clear, and then look carefully, there are subtleties The subtle, seems to be able to enter the micro, even a smaller realm.

  Chen Feng looked dizzy. He didn’t understand the others, but he understood a little bit. There is a feeling that Sumeru can hold everything. It’s a bit like a previous intangible cultural heritage master carve a macroscopic world on a grain of rice. .

  Small pointed beak lamp, no wonder it can take in everything.

  His income is not the same as Void Shuttle.

  First of all, the void shuttle has no tool spirit, which is for sure. Secondly, it can only accommodate all things when Chen Feng’s will comes. There is a prerequisite for this living thing in all things. It must be that there is no resistance to the will. OK, otherwise Chen Feng would have no idea.

  For example, Da Mao and Er Mao, who have no spiritual sense, are refined by Chen Feng, and there is no way to resist the will. It seems that they are like going in and out.

  And God Deng, a spiritual weapon with a spirit, contains everything and is compulsory. A simple word can make people hate it. The price is also very expensive. It requires cinnabar as "energy".

  The energy is exhausted in the hands of others, maybe it is a chicken rib, and it is in the hands of Chen Feng, because there is a large supply of grave soil, it is a BUG-level existence.

  Of course, this BUG is also limited.

  If you regard the Underworld weapon as a division of strength, and the enemy's strength is at this level or even higher than this level when facing the enemy, then this "collection" will be greatly reduced.

  Others accept a spirit, either by dripping blood to recognize the master, or by forcibly erasing the will and imposing one's own will.

  Chen Feng collected the spirits, and directly smashed the gods with the ability of the grave soil banknotes. Those who are obedient, can't drive them away.

  God Dingxin said: Go? Take the peat. Since the birth of labor and management, he has never seen such a generous boss, not to mention calling him Baba, even calling him an ancestor is fine.

  "Energy" has been replenished.

  Shen Ding is full of wine and rice, and his face is greasy, and he can't wait to pick his teeth with a toothpick.

  He clapped his hands, and gestured to Chen Feng when he had just eaten and said: Uncle, you have something to order, and the young one is ready.

  Chen Fenggang is about to say, let my friends out, and those bandit soul soldiers.

   swallowed again, and replaced it with a question that had been pressed in my heart for a long time, "Your formula, what's going on, gods, gods, no gods, which one is set by a thousand swords, can be changed No."

  This question is terrible.

   Asked, the expression of the gods suffocated and rose.

   was directly cried by this question.

  This hapless kid, crying, crying, crying with a pounding chest, crying with exhaustion, crying all over the world...

  Near Xiangshui Village, hiding in the mountains and forests, the surviving refugees and villagers fled into the forest with their hind feet just thinking of getting out of the forest.

  What did they hear?

  The sound of ghost crying and wolf howling.

  I was scared of fear in my heart for a long time-Xiangshui Village was over, became a ghost, a thing of the underworld, and crawled out to mourn.

  ……