Chapter One Thousand and Ninety Eight: Crazy in Hate!
The socks of the Son of the Pure Land are not made of cloth, but are made of small pearls one by one, which are connected by golden thread. Each pearl is exquisite and transparent, exuding an intoxicating glow, interwoven into pieces, and the overall look is jewel-like.
, beautiful.
"Damn it, pearl socks, so interesting."
Du Lei took off the pair of socks and handed them to Mu Xi, "It's suitable for mature women like you to wear, with a lot of charm."
"Get out!"
Mu Xi's face was dark and kicked Du Lei for more than ten meters away with one kick.
"Let me look at these socks."
The Holy Son of Floating Light, who had been silent, flew up and held the socks in his hands, looking in detail.
Not long after, he said in surprise: "This pair of socks is actually made of water and fire mysterious beads. Water and fire mysterious beads can avoid water and fire, walk on the vast blue waves, walk through the endless fire domain, like walking on the flat ground
, the inviolability of water and fire is really a powerful functional treasure."
Everyone was shocked and looked at each other. The Saint Son of the Pure Land is so rich. The socks are made of water and fire pearls. It is really practical to wear these socks and can't be destroyed by water or fire.
Wang Hao saw that the Holy Son of Fuguang couldn't put down his love for these pair of treasure socks, and his eyes shone. He knew that these socks were probably useful to him, so he said, "Brother Fuguang, just accept these socks, it seems to be useful to you.
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The Holy Son of Fuguang scratched his head and said, "It's indeed useful to me. Recently, I'm going to take a trip to the Bibohai on the fairy road, and I'm preparing to find a treasure that can avoid water and fire."
"Then there is nothing to say, this pair of socks belongs to you." Wang Hao said generously, and the others nodded one after another. Since the Holy Son of Fuguang needs it, just give it to him. They are all grateful for the Holy Son of Fuguang's help.
kindness.
"No!"
The Holy Son of Fuguang now wants to knock his head to pieces, g, and beat him to death with one stick.
"I have said before that if I get the Pure Land Knife, I don't want any other treasures. I must not want these pairs of treasure socks."
Everyone admired the Holy Son of Fuguang. This was a man who was very principled and kept his promises. Even if he needed it, he would not go against his words.
"Since that's the case, I'll accept it." Wang Hao smiled. He still had to practice in the Fire Realm, so these pair of water and fire mysterious socks were naturally very useful.
"So... very good." The Holy Son of Fuguang gritted his teeth and reluctantly glanced at the Water and Fire Xuan Socks.
Afterwards, everyone continued to explore and stripped the Son of the Pure Land, leaving only a pair of underwear.
"Keep it off and cover your shame." Wang Hao covered his face, feeling a little too much, although the pants looked extraordinary, golden, and exuded a divine light.
"This may also be a magical object." Du Lei, Wang Ergou and others stared at the golden underwear, eager to try.
"Forget it, leave a thread for being a human being, leave him a fig leaf." Lu Li spoke, after all, she was a girl and had a thin-skinned face.
"It's really extraordinary!"
Du Lei finally started the game. After expert identification, this was made of a rare magical material called soft gold silk.
The soft gold silk is the silk spitted by the six-winged golden silkworm. It is tough and soft, invulnerable to swords and guns, and the magical weapons are not destroyed. It is woven into underwear that is extremely comfortable and breathable, and has unparalleled defense.
"It's so luxurious. I actually knitted underwear with soft gold silk, which is even more luxurious than me." The first handsome guy sighed.
"Who wants it?" Du Lei asked loudly, holding up his golden underwear.
No one answered.
Although it is a magical object, you can't just pick up other people's underwear to wear, right?
"Hehe, you don't want it, I want it!"
Du Lei was so happy that he changed into golden underwear on the spot. A group of girls quickly covered his eyes and cursed Du Lei for being vulgar.
"It's really a magical thing, it's so comfortable to wear it!"
Du Lei smiled and looked down with his head and kept feeling like he had found a treasure.
At this moment, the Holy Son of the Pure Land who was knocked awakened slowly. A mountain wind blew by, and he felt very cold. After seeing his condition clearly, he was furious and screamed.
He is one of the four ancient saints of Zishan. Such a noble existence was actually stripped away, with nothing left on his body, and even his pants were stripped off.
The Son of the Pure Land was angry and his eyes turned dark and he almost fainted.
"Me!@#￥%..."
The Holy Son of the Pure Land cursed, hated and squirted out a mouthful of blood, which was purely anger.
Especially when he saw his personal belongings being worn on the spot by several young men who were in a state of breath, he was so angry that he was so angry.
"Look, it's smoking, it's smoking." Wang Ergou exclaimed.
Sure enough, the nose, eyes, mouth, ears, etc. of the Son of the Pure Land sprayed white smoke outward. To be precise, it was the leakage of essence, which could also be understood as a fire. He was so angry that he was crazy and smoke came from his seven orifices!
It was really annoying. He killed someone but nodded and even stripped him naked and wore his clothes on the spot. This made it difficult for the Son of the Pure Land, who had a severe obsession with cleanliness, and it was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
"I'm so damn it, a group of shameless untouchables, I'll kill you!"
The Holy Son of the Pure Land was extremely angry. Although he was dispersed from Taoism, a divine light flew out of his body, which was extremely sharp.
It was a flying sword, as fast as lightning, and it slashed out, almost beheading Wang Ergou, the closest one.
"ah……"
Wang Ergou screamed, covered his neck with his hands, and blood emerged from his fingers like a river.
His head was almost cut off, leaving only a thin piece of flesh connecting the head and body.
Wang Hao's expression changed, and he immediately started the Nirvana Sutra to heal Wang Ergou. At the same time, he took out the purple saliva divine liquid and drank Ergou several times.
Wang Ergou's injuries were controlled and he was recovered while sitting on the ground and meditating.
"Do you dare to commit a murder if you are about to die?!" Du Lei was furious and rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.
Crackling!
Everyone surrounded the Holy Son of Paradise and beat him up again.
"This flying sword is also a magic weapon." Du Lei picked up the weapon of the Saint Son of Jile. It was a green small sword, only more than ten inches long, and it looked like a dagger, light and light
With one stroke, the void was cut open.
And there is a blue phoenix divine bird engraved on it, which is lifelike.
"This dagger is not only a magic weapon, but also seals the true spirit of the green phoenix." The Peacock Saint picked up the dagger and said excitedly.
She has a rare treasure of the birds and phoenix flute, which can devour the true spirits of the major divine birds, and is imprisoned on the phoenix flute, improving the quality and power of the phoenix flute.
"It's yours." Wang Hao knew that this dagger was useful to the Peacock Saint, so he gave the dagger to the Peacock on the spot.
"Thank you."
The peacock Saint smiled sweetly, took down the dagger, took out the birds and looked at the phoenix flute, and immediately began to refine the Qingluan True Spirit on it.
"There are definitely valuable treasures in the body of the Saint Son of the Pure Land. Scourge said.
Everyone agreed. The dagger that just now sealed the Qingluan True Spirit flew out of the body of the Saint Son of the Pure Land.
However, just as they were about to continue exploring treasures, with a bang, an extremely terrifying wave suddenly came from the world in the distance, emitting a huge aura, which could be clearly felt from such a distance.