Saint Immortal Wuming looked at Liu Qiankun with a sullen look with a smile on his face. He held his left palm empty, and a stream of light golden mist air slowly rose from the fist hole, extended and solidified, and instantly turned into a golden flower.
lotus.
Liu Qiankun was completely confused, and felt bitter in his heart: It seems that this old holy man is really stupid, what is he doing with a flower for nothing? Men don't have the leisure to appreciate flowers...
"Little friend Lan, do you recognize this thing?" Wuming shook the golden lotus in his hand slightly, and dots of golden light slowly fell into the blue sky.
Lan Kong did not dodge or dodge, closing his eyes and waiting quietly for the little bit of golden light to fall on him, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Hee hee hee…
Every bit of golden light fell on Lan Kong's naked body and made a soft sound, like hot sparks burning on the skin, which made Liu Qiankun on the side stunned for a while.
"Uh!" Lan Kong groaned, and his tender face twitched for a while, as if he was undergoing some kind of torture, and then slowly calmed down. The golden light that had penetrated into his body escaped from the skin in all directions in an irregular manner, lightly and lightly.
Flying into the raised golden lotus, Xumijian disappeared...
"Golden Lotus of Good Fortune..." Lan Kong slowly spat out four words, with joy in his voice, and his tender face returned to its former rosy and fair look.
Wuming smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand to place the golden lotus on the table, and said slowly: "With this golden lotus in hand, is it possible to break the state of imprisoning the gods?"
Lan Kong said hurriedly: "More than just breaking it, if the Holy Immortal had the intention to destroy this place where gods are imprisoned, it would be just a matter of flips!" Even so, there was a trace of doubt on his face.
"You are wondering why Wuming kept such celestial weapons in his hands, right?" Wuming stroked his long beard and cleared up Lan Kong's doubts.
You must know that when Lan Kong was brought here tens of thousands of years ago, all the immortal weapons and elixirs around him were completely scraped away. The Blood Orchid Illusion was something that was one with him. Naturally, he could not take it away. Unexpectedly, this holy immortal
Wuming actually has such a heaven-defying celestial weapon in his hand...
Liu Qiankun is not stupid. He heard the conversation between the two clearly. The golden lotus on the table must be a very powerful thing. Looking at Lan Kong's little appearance, he knew that this thing was far more powerful than the dragon and tiger formation.
Quite a few. If I have a flower in my hand, I will have all the wishes in the world.
"Senior Saint Immortal, Qiankun just wants to get out of this hellish place now, and I hope you will make it happen!" Liu Qiankun stood up and bowed to Wuming. His attitude now has completely changed 180 degrees compared to before.
.
Wuming smiled slightly and said: "Wouldn't sending you out now push millions of immortals and gods into a place of eternal doom?"
Liu Qiankun's face froze, he resisted the urge to curse in his heart, lowered his tone a little lower, tried to look modest and polite, and said: "Qiankun's cultivation is shallow, no matter how explosive his character is,
It has nothing to do with millions of gods and gods, right?"
Wuming's face became solemn and he said seriously: "Wuming has been imprisoned here for tens of thousands of years because he is waiting for the person who is the son of the Zifu Divine Infant!"
At this time, Liu Qiankun felt like his neck was stuck tightly by an invisible big hand. The suffocating feeling came to him again. He always felt like he was being led by the nose, every step he took.
It seemed as if there was a big hand behind his back, which was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe. A surge of hot blood surged into his heart, and he finally went crazy...
"What about the Zifu divine baby, what about the millions of immortal gods? I am who I am. Don't think that you old monsters who are more tyrannical than me can change your ways to arrange men. Don't even think about it..." Liu Qiankun didn't care anymore.
He put one hand on his hips and pointed at Wuming's nose with the other and cursed loudly.
Lan Kong never thought that helping him break the pill and become a baby would lead to so many troubles. He stared blankly at Liu Qiankun who was going crazy and didn't know where to start.
The nameless Shengxian frowned and endured Liu Qiankun's endless scolding silently without any rebuttal, as if he was being scolded as a matter of course.
After venting all his dissatisfaction, Liu Qiankun finally stopped talking, took out a jar of monkey wine, opened the mud seal, and drank a few sips before he truly calmed down. A few rays of light floated in his deep eyes.
Bloodshot, he glared fiercely at Wuming across from him.
"Are you really going to leave?" Wuming asked through gritted teeth with a few lines of flesh bulging on his thin cheeks.
"Nonsense, if you don't want the pretty beauty outside, why should I stay with you, a saint who is older than the Terracotta Warriors and Horses?" Liu Qiankun said firmly. After speaking, he picked up the wine jar in his hand and took a few more sips.
Gudongdong!
The sweet and mellow monkey wine flowed down his throat into his belly and turned into a stream of heat, which lifted his spirits. He had already made up his mind: he would just be himself and do whatever he wanted without committing any offences.
Block your thoughts for other things!
"Okay! Wuming has one more condition. If one day you can get out of this place, go to the Cangli Empire to find an earthly immortal named 'Zhiren'. He will naturally answer your doubts!" Holy Immortal Wuming actually started.
I discussed the conditions with him.
"Hmm! If I have a chance to go to Cangli Empire, I will randomly ask three people on the road. If there is no news about that 'knowing person', then it's no wonder that you guys!" Liu Qiankun agreed casually, and casually said "Sheng" when his heart moved.
Immortal nameless path.
"Okay!" Wuming didn't say much, stretched out his hand to take the golden lotus on the table and said: "I will send you out right now, but there is one thing I have to do..."
Just when he said the last word, the golden lotus in his hand emptied into the air, and thousands of golden lights shot out, weaving into a large golden net in the air, and hooded Liu Qiankun like lightning.
"Not good!" Liu Qiankun was horrified and quickly tried to avoid it. Unexpectedly, the big net followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to avoid it.
Phew! A ray of blue light shot out of Liu Qiankun's palm, flying straight into the golden net like a dragon in the air. The surging spiritual energy distorted the surrounding air, and then rippled away like water waves.
laugh!
The Qingming Sword pierced the golden net hard, pushing the golden net out into a cone like a spire, but it was still unable to break through. The huge impact made the entire golden net rise two inches higher in mid-air.
There was a slight pause, maybe for a second, and then the mask fell down again without any suspense...
Clang!
The sword fell to the ground and let out a clear dragon roar. Liu Qiankun's entire body was covered by the golden net. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out. The golden net shrank tighter and tighter, wrapping him up in an instant.
An out-and-out human being, even his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were covered tightly.
Bang! Unable to stand any longer, he fell down heavily and kept twisting his body on the ground. However, all his struggles were in vain. He only heard an old laugh coming from his ears.
"Hahaha!"
Liu Qiankun knew without looking that it was the holy immortal Wuming who was laughing...
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