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The stone house has no windows and only one wooden door.

It's more than 100 feet wide, and it's more than 2 feet long, dark and wet. It's fine, but there's a stinking smell in the dampness.

Humph, is this my residence?

Wujiu looked at the situation inside the house with anger on his face. After a moment, he comforted himself and shook his head to give up.

When Qi Xiangzi settled his residence, he favored the disciples of the Qi family. Although the old man was hateful and stubborn, he was loyal to the Qi family and had no way to blame him.

Well, having a place to accommodate is enough!

Although the house is small, it is full of items. The wooden shelves, wooden beds, wooden tables and stools are all mottled and old.

On the wooden racks are placed with jars and jars, tables and stools are covered with dust, and on the bed are piled with clothes, animal skins and other debris.

Wujiu walked to the wooden frame.

More than a dozen jars, of varying sizes, are all made of jade, making it difficult to immerse their spiritual consciousness.

Wujiu grabbed a jar, looked at it intently, and used a little force on his hand, making a "bang" sound of banning. He was curious and opened the cover of the jar.

A fishy smell hit the face. Then a few white light flew out of the altar, then shaking its wings and "buzzing" around.

Wujiu was unexpectedly stunned and was slightly stunned. He did not forget to cover the mouth of the altar and cast a ban to seal the surroundings.

The white light still flew around and hit the ban, devouring mana, as if to break free from the ban and leave.

Hey, this little thing is so fierce?

Wujiu raised his hand and, as the magic power was caused, five flying insects appeared in the white light, which suddenly froze in the air. He bent his fingers and popped up a ray of fire, and the flying insects were burned into ashes one after another. The last flying insect was about to disappear and was pinched by him with his fingers.

Jade?

The white insect was the same as what I saw in Mount Li, but it was a circle smaller, like a larva that had just transformed, but also had four wings on the back, with sharp teeth exposed, and ferocious shape. It had already broken free from the constraints of magic power, and it was struggling desperately and extremely fierce.

"flutter--"

Fire gushed out between Wujiu's fingers, and the small insect instantly turned into ashes.

It is easy to see that these are the larvae of jade worms refined by cultivators in Xiading City. Three or five are not a problem. If there are thousands, their powerful power is enough to kill the Feixian masters.

Wujiu suddenly rubbed his fingers again, and a ray of fire appeared and faintly.

The fire of the primordial spirit is the foundation, the source of essence and qi, and killing the small jade mattress is naturally no problem. However, the fire of the primordial spirit was almost burning white, but now it is blue and white, mixed with a trace of black, and its power is far beyond the past and looks unique.

Wujiu noticed the changes in the fire of the soul, but had no time to think about it. He looked at the jar in his left hand and frowned slightly.

Through the gap in the cover, it can be seen that white round beads are piled up in the altar, which should be the insect eggs of jade, with as many as tens of thousands.

Wujiu put down the jar and looked at the wooden frame.

More than a dozen jars of different sizes are filled with jade eggs. If they are all hatched, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Humph, it’s okay for a monk from the Jade God Realm to control dragons and tigers, but he actually feeds insects. It’s really hard to reason about such disgusting insects.

Qi Xiangzi didn't care about the jade in the house, but fortunately, I discovered it and would never let it stay and harm people.

Wujiu took two steps back and pinched his hands.

More than a dozen jars flew out of the wooden rack. Before they landed, they were wrapped in layers of bans, and then flames flashed. In a short while, the jar and the jade eggs had been burned and refined and disappeared.

And after brushing away the smoke and dust, Wujiu shook his head secretly.

The wooden couch in the house is the only place to rest, but it is full of debris, which is very dirty.

Well, clean up one or two.

As he waved his sleeves, a strong wind swept towards the wooden couch. Piles of debris flew towards the corner of the wall, and then the mist poured down.

In the blink of an eye, the whirlwind and the mist dissipated, and the once dirty wooden couch became refreshing.

Wujiu jumped onto the wooden couch and sat cross-legged. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he turned his head and looked beside him.

There was a shallow hole on the inside of the wooden couch, which was completely exposed without the cover of debris.

Hey, is it the treasure of the owner of the house?

Wujiu checked for a moment and reached out to grab it.

A piece of iron?

The thing you get is more than a square foot, like a black iron piece, but it is not seen through by the spiritual consciousness. The characters are carved on it, like a formula for martial arts.

What is the mantra that drives Yu Lu?

Wujiu flips the iron sheet.

The back of the iron sheet is engraved with patterns. Although it is blurry, it can tell the general situation. It turns out to be a monster with a beast head. No, it should be a monster with three heads.

Illusion?

Isn’t it just a statue of a god, it is exactly the same as the gods worshipped in the temple of Xiading City?

Wujiu suddenly felt curious and raised the iron piece to check it carefully.

The three heads of the statue look like dragons and tigers, and are roughly similar to each other, but their expressions are slightly different.

Whose god is this ugly?

After seeing the statue of the god in the temple of Xiading City, he secretly paid attention. At that moment, he thought of the "Tao Ancestor God's Art". The Taoist Ancestor Dharma body he practiced by Wujiu was a divine martial body with three heads and six arms, but not three heads, but a monster with arms lacking.

However, there seems to be nothing abnormal in the iron sheet besides the statue and the formula of the exercises. It is light and thin, and can be bent with a little force. When you let go, you slowly return to your original state.

Tsk, it's weird!

Wujiu fiddled with the iron piece, but was still confused.

After a moment, he lost his patience, grabbed the iron piece and waved it gently.

If there are so many strange things, how can we find out them all? And it will be too late to think about it later.

And the iron piece is still in your hand, so it cannot be included in the Kui Bone Ring?

Wujiu was surprised and suddenly realized.

The reason why the owner of the house hides the objects in the bed is not that he is careless, but that the iron-piece statue is difficult to carry with him.

Could it be put back to its original place?

Wujiu flipped his palm and the black sword light flashed. His left hand had just taken out the magic sword, and his right hand was empty. He hurriedly looked at it, and saw that the black iron piece had reached the world of the magic sword, and then slowly fell into the corner filled with evil spirits.

Oh, the object-taking ring can only store refined objects, or dead objects, but the magic sword is different. Doesn’t it mean that the iron piece is a living creature with spirituality?

How could it be, just a piece of iron...

Wujiu was silent for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He was too lazy to think too much, so he threw out a ban to seal the entire room, then put down the magic sword in his hand, and said with a smile—

"Ling'er..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure in white appeared beside him, but he reached out to grab his ear, exhaled like a lan with a coquettish tone: "Boy, Ling'er is worried..."

"Hey!"

Wujiu grinned and hugged the petite man. He felt soft and full of fragrance. He couldn't help but relax. He closed his eyes and wanted to swing the gentle boat and sail towards the dream fairyland he had been waiting for for a long time.

Bing Ling'er looked at the dark stone house and said in surprise—

"You have arrived at the Jade God Realm, and where is this? Where are the disciples of the Original Realm family, Long Que and Hu Daozi, and have you seen Yu Xuzi? You should talk to me..."

Before Wujiu could fly the boat, he was shaking his ears again, and his beautiful dream immediately became fragmented.

"Ling'er..."

Wujiu had to open his eyes and beg: "The war is imminent, can I rest for a moment..."

"A strong enemy is coming?"

"No……"

"Call out everyone to help?"

"I……"

Wujiu shook his hands and had to break free from his ears. He took the opportunity to grab Bing Ling'er's little hand. He couldn't help but smell the fragrance of the soft horns and showed an intoxicated look. Bing Ling'er shook her hands and jumped off the wooden couch. Her little face was anxious and she paused—

"You are hesitant and out of normalcy. What's the difficulty? You are talking!"

"well!"

Wujiu sighed, very helpless.

I originally wanted to take a break from my busy schedule and keep it warm, but it backfired. I was questioned repeatedly, but I didn't dare to hide it, otherwise the girl would have rarely calmed down.

Wujiu raised his hand and waved his hand and there were two old men on the open space in the house.

All Saint Son and Gui Chi both looked confused.

"Where is this?"

"Since I call me and I show up, why should I block the door? Let's open the ban, and Lao Wan goes out to check..."
To be continued...