The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 43: Brochure
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The beasts that have ordered the blood contract are the spirit beasts. People in the right way like to call their spirit beasts the spirit pet, and the magic way is called the magic pet. Unlike spirit weapons, there can be several spirit beasts. A monk can only sign a blood contract once. The so-called rare thing is precious, and the big lion, as the demon favorite of the venerable, has a high status in the magic palace.
The injured lion found a tree root alone and squatted to heal his wounds. Mo Tianliao took the cat back to the guest room to wait for the meal. He did not wait for the meal, but waited for the call to kill the land.
"To complete the refining, besides the artifact, what else is needed?" Sitting on the throne with a piece of jade slip in his hand, it must be the news that just came.
"Prince Beginning Stone." Mo Tianliao said plainly.
The Taichu stone is left over from ancient times. It is an extremely precious material. A small piece of Taichu stone is much more expensive than the falling star stone. The beginning is also the beginning of qi. Unlike the usual magic weapons that will deplete the user's spiritual power, magic weapons refined from the Primordial Stone can absorb the aura of heaven and earth on their own, which can be described as inexhaustible.
Slaying frowned: "That's it?" Although the Primordial Stone is precious, it is not impossible to buy. There is one in his magic palace, but if it is so simple, why hasn't anyone practiced it in these years? Didn’t Liuyunzong’s waste surnamed Ding have studied for hundreds of years?
"And the seventy-two arrays passed down by his father." Mo Tianliao smiled innocently.
Hearing the two sons of the magic circle, the head is big. In his opinion, the fist is hard enough, and there is no need to study the magic circle like ghost painting. With that skill in drawing pictures, I have learned hundreds of tricks to defeat the enemy. He gets a headache every time he sees the painting method of Futian, but that guy still likes to paint in front of him.
"You only need to add a defensive circle," Venerable Calcined Sky pointed to the treasure that he had just practiced, "Go back and paint by yourself."
"I don't paint, you paint." He looked at the complicated pattern and dizzy.
"I have to add money for painting." Venerable Calcined Sky raised his eyebrows.
"If you add it, do you think I can't afford it?" He patted his chest.
In the past long years, this is how Venerable Landslayer became the regular patron of Venerable Calcined Sky. He felt that as long as he gave money, he could make whatever he wanted, which was really great. Futian felt that as long as he set up a name casually, he would give money without saying anything, which was great.
The seventy-two formations are still the trick of the Master of Formation Dao of Fortune. Others can't learn it for ten years, but he decisively gave up his plan to study, patted "Xian Nephew" on the shoulder and said: " It will be auctioned in the Eight Desolate City two days later, let's go now."
"Wait," Mo Tianlio prevented the plan to take out the flying boat on the spot, "Some preparations are needed."
From the Devil's Devil's Palace to the Eight Desolate City, Feizhou will take one day. The Devil and his men are all bigu, and Mo Tianlio and Uncle Cat have not eaten yet.
So, Venerable Land Killer sat in the extravagant flying boat, while letting the maid pour the wine, he looked at the two unattractive guys opposite.
Mo Tianliao asked the maid of the magic palace to prepare a lot of food, such as roast chicken, fried fish, boiled shrimp, steamed crab, and dim sum. One person and one cat were eating sea sap on the boat, and the big lion on the opposite side could see a licking nose. As a high-level spirit beast, he has always eaten beast pill. According to his master, it is more elegant to eat. It is the work of wild beasts to eat large pieces of meat every day, but... noble monsters like Mo Xiaoclaw The beasts are eating meat, why can't he eat it?
I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat...
The big lion sucked his saliva and moved forward a little while the owner was not paying attention.
Mo Tianliao knocked on a crab, heated it with palm heat, peeled off the crab claw meat and handed it to the small hairy ball on the leg, ate the crab leg by himself, turned around to get the roast chicken, and touched a furry thing with his arm. He bluffed, turned his head, and saw a huge lion head moved to his side somehow, looking at the roast chicken covetously.
"Come back!" He looked up and found that if he didn't pay attention, his own demon pet ran to someone else to eat. It was really shameful! Raising his hand, holding his palm into claws, he pulled the Black Nightmare back through the void.
The big lion was dragging his limbs in the air, and was quickly caught back by his master, and barked his teeth in dissatisfaction.
The slaughter threw a feeding pellet to the big lion. The big lion raised his fur claws and fiddled a few times, patted it flying, and continued to bark his teeth at the owner. Eat meat, eat meat, eat meat!
The sea of consciousness reverberates "to eat meat", which is what the demon pet conveyed to the owner through the blood deed, and the nose was crooked with anger. Is the blood deed used like this?
Ignoring the awkward master and servant who met, Mo Tianlio fed the uncle cat, took him to his arms and coaxed him to sleep, and he could get a smooth fur along the way without feeling bored. When the uncle cat fell asleep, he took out a carving knife and carved things. There are some refined small magical artifacts in the storage bracelet. With a little modification, and adding a formation, the power will increase a lot.
Looking at his skilful drawing technique, which is exactly the same as that of Forging Heaven, he could not help but nod to himself. If this is the case, I can safely hand it over to him to refine the artifact: "Nephew, you are still building a foundation now, really can To become an artifact?"
"Naturally not possible," Mo Tianliao smiled and said without waiting to kill him, and then continued, "The artifact was refined by his father, and only the last process is missing. Although my nephew is ineffective, he will do his best to complete it. There is hope for the last one."
Hearing these words, the land-killing felt more relieved. If this kid patted his chest and promised to refine the artifact, he would not believe it. If the foundation-building cultivators were able to refine divine artifacts, then Forge Heaven would not be besieged.
It was already night when Feizhou arrived in Bahuang City.
The magic roads are mostly gathered in the southern part of Taixuan Continent, which is relatively hot. Even at night, the Bahuang City is very lively. The city is brightly lit, and ordinary shops are closed, but some places are busy.
The righteous city of Xiuxian is like a place like the capital of a room, where there are few people in the night and there are no uninfluenced businesses. The magic way is different here, those lively places, there are pubs, gambling shops, and even brothels. Yes, there are brothels in Bahuang City, which is unique in the realm of cultivation.
The Eight Desolate City is under the management of several demon lords, and all forces do not give in to each other, so everything can be opened.
In the three-storey building, silk and bamboo are born, brightly lit, and brightly dressed women are standing in front of the door and beckoning to pedestrians. These women are all monks below the golden core, most of them are furnace physiques, the cultivation base is difficult to improve, but it is excellent for double cultivation.
A plaque hung upstairs with three characters "Xiaoyao Building" written in three big characters.
The naming of the magic road is slightly different from that of the right road. The whole city of the Eight Desolate City is a big market, with the name "Xiaoyao" everywhere. Xiaoyao Building is a brothel, Xiaoyao Pavilion is a tavern, and Xiaoyao Fang is a gambling house. It is said that the Eight Desolate City was created thousands of years ago by a righteous way called Xiaoyao Zhenren, and somehow became the largest city in the magic way.
Mo Tianliao looked at the plaque in the Xiaoyao Building. He had engraved those three characters. There was an expulsion formation in it, which could block the murderous people before they even entered the door.
"My nephew, haven't you seen it?" Seeing him staring at that place, he smiled tacitly, raised his big hand and embraced Mo Tianliao's shoulder, "Walk, uncle will take you Go to see and see."
"No need..." Mo Tianlio was too late to resist, so he was dragged in by Venerable Landkiller. The maids and subordinates went to the Venerable’s house in the city to settle down, and only the Black Nightmare Lion followed up faithfully. Up the stairs.
In the building, it is as bright as day, the sound of the piano is endless, and there are singers in the lobby, which is very noisy.
The little Maoqiu nestled in Mo Tianliao's arms was awakened, and Mao's head poked out. As soon as he looked up, he gave Mo Tianliao a claw. Sinister, what is this place!
"Hiss——" Mo Tianliao scratched his chin and didn't dare to say anything. He hugged the uncle cat who was about to crawl out and beat him, and said to him, "Little claws can't be noisy, I think..." Let's go.
I didn't say anything, I was interrupted by the slaughter: "Naturally, I won't be in this noisy place." After speaking, he raised his foot to the upper room.
The elegant room upstairs is extremely luxurious, with multicolored cushions on the floor and veils everywhere, looking extravagant and elegant. Slaying a jar of good wine, the old bustard came out to pour the wine in person.
The old bust is a woman who looks like a mistress. She has a good look and laughs before she speaks: "Your honor, the shop is full of glory, just bought a few girls in the building, and two A good-looking boy, look, sir..." Yao Niang said, she glanced ambiguously at the tall and handsome black nightmare lion standing behind the slaughter.
The big lion glared at the old bustard to see what I did?
Kill Di laughed loudly, and stabbed Mo Tianliao with his elbow: "Nephew, what do you want?" After saying this, he seemed to think of something, and looked up and down at Mo Tianliao.
"Uncle, I can drink." Mo Tianliao was busy coaxing the uncle cat and didn't want to pay attention to him. Mo Tianliao had also been here in the previous life. Some things are convenient to talk about in this place, but Mo Xiaozlaw I don't like the powdery odor here, I have to lose my temper every time I bring it. It is even more amazing to go back with a body of powdery scent without it.
Nodded clearly, let the old bustard bring a few white girls up, and when the old bustard left, he touched the drink on his mouth: "I just wanted to bring you to see, forgot to ask , I don’t know if your wooden body is good."
Hearing this, Mo Tianliao's face suddenly turned black. This silly thing that owes you to clean up, if you don't kill you, you won't be surnamed Mo!