Zhao Gongming has a very high self-esteem. Even among the three thousand disciples of Jie Jiao, he has never been convinced by anyone. Except for his master, Master Tongtian, and except for his three sisters, he dares to sacrifice the Dinghai Divine Pearl to anyone he sees.

Others cannot take care of themselves by themselves.

This is where the confidence of Senior Brother Jie Jiao’s outer sect lies.

Even he felt threatened. He could only say that the young man in front of him was by no means the golden immortal on the surface. He must have more hidden cards...

Can't see the legs.

Yang Lin understood as soon as he heard that the God of Wealth was an honest man, so he said: "Looking from a distance that day, fellow Taoist Gongming was so majestic that he used the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls to make the twelve golden immortals run away with their heads in their arms, and they burned continuously.

People like Deng Zixiao who listen to Taoism must also avoid its sharp edges. Although Taoist friends are indeed very advanced and can achieve such results, the Dinghai Pearl is also indispensable."

"this……"

Zhao Gongming felt a sense of reluctance in his eyes.

He knew what Yang Lin wanted.

Wen Zhong was also worried and said from the side: "Fellow Daoist Huang, the Dinghai Pearl is Uncle Zhao's ultimate treasure for enlightenment, but it should not be given to others lightly..."

"Alas..." Yang Lin shook his head: "Magic weapons and weapons are all external things. They are not worth mentioning compared to the life of the family. The poor Taoist's current cultivation level is stuck at the bottleneck. He needs twelve Dinghai Divine Pearls to evolve ten times.

The two gods came up to take a look at the Taoist fruit, and because of the opportunity, they had no choice but to ask for it directly. The two of them laughed at it, but there is no righteousness in buying and selling. If the Taoist friends of Gongming are reluctant to part with it, then it doesn't matter. In the future, if the poor Taoist cultivates successfully, he will

Just go and get it from Taoist Ran Deng..."

"What?"

Wen Zhong was shocked when he heard this.

Is this a casual choice?

If you say you won't do it, you won't do it.

What should Uncle Zhao do? He will really die, and the entire Shang army will be wiped out in one fell swoop. If he loses this battle, he will become a sinner.

There was no hope for the Shang Dynasty anymore.

"Are you saying that Taoist Ran Deng is plotting against my Dinghai Divine Bead?"

Zhao Gongming didn't care about Yang Lin's direct request. Compared with the result of getting up and dying, losing twelve Dinghai Divine Pearls was not an unacceptable thing.

Moreover, he told Yang Lin that the Dinghai Divine Pearl would eventually fall into the hands of Ran Deng, and he believed it in his heart.

When one's cultivation reaches the level of Daluo or above, one has some kind of miraculous perception of the opportunities of heaven and earth, life and death, especially things related to oneself.

"Indeed, if poor Taoist dies, this sea-singing divine bead will definitely fall into the hands of Ran Deng. I heard that his path and fruit are evolving in the twenty-four heavens. When he looked at my divine bead that day, his expression was extremely enthusiastic. I must have thought

We have already made a plan, no matter what happens in this battle, the person who wants Pindao's life the most is probably him."

Thinking that he had been tricked, he could only lie here and stretch out his body.

There are countless enemies outside, all waiting to devour you like vultures, even the skin and flesh. This feeling is chilling to think about.

Zhao Gongming suppressed the rage and anxiety in his heart, barely maintained his clarity of consciousness, raised his palms and swore an oath: "I swear in the name of my master Tongtian Cult Master, if fellow Huang Daoist can steal the arrow book and save me from danger, Gongming will definitely not begrudge the twelve arrows.

Why not give it to you as a Dinghai Divine Pearl?"

"Fellow Daoist Zhao is grand..."

Yang Lin smiled brightly and bowed, "I would also like to ask you two fellow Taoists to be patient and wait for the news. This is the fate of a poor Taoist."

He has a solemn and solemn appearance, with his white robe flying, and he has a tragic and solemn look, as if the wind is rustling and the water is cold.

Everyone has promised to give away the Taoist treasure, but people must know that the treasure was not given out of injustice, but it will take a lot of effort to leave by yourself.

He also noticed that Zhao Gongming consciously allowed himself to steal the Arrow Book and only gave him the treasure after resolving his crisis. He did not pay the reward in advance, which was obviously to prevent him from escaping after getting the treasure and not keeping his promise.

They are all so fascinated that they can be so shrewd. Being generous is truly generous, and being shrewd is truly shrewd.

He is on the list and will be named the God of Wealth in the future. He indeed has this quality.

After just a quick glance, Yang Lin had a good impression of this "Fellow Daoist Zhao".

On other occasions, he might have made friends with the other person.

But the scene in front of me is obviously not suitable.

To be honest, Yang Lin couldn't afford to show kindness to others for no reason, and it was a life-saving favor. To be honest, Yang Lin couldn't bear this kind of cause and effect.

Therefore, he wants rewards and heavy treasures.

Otherwise, as it is said in the storybook, doesn't a certain master often directly plot against others and kill them because he can't pay back the cause and effect?

Things on the road must be guarded against.

Just be careful and be careful.

After the business was settled, Yang Lin turned into a golden light and walked out of the business camp. He immediately transformed and melted into the wind.

The seventy-two magical powers were operating, and silently, he transformed into a mosquito, flying to Xiqi City with its wings vibrating.

Don’t ask why there are mosquitoes since it’s winter now?

Most people wouldn't be surprised if they saw it.

Yang Lin actually just wanted to avoid attracting attention.

Although the seventy-two transformation spells are not necessarily powerful, they have a characteristic that they pretend to be gods and ghosts. Even the aura, soul, soul, and rules are basically indistinguishable.

Because this set of spells is a strange spell created by powerful people in order to deceive the way of heaven.

It is as famous as the art of transformation of Tiangang, and is known as the art of deceiving the sky.

If you can see through it, this set of spells is worthless. If you can't see through it, the seventy-two transformations can hide the mystery and have all kinds of strange and wonderful effects.

There are still people in the Zhou camp who can see through it.

If others don't say it, they will say Yang Erlang. As long as he opens his third eye, he can tell that something is wrong.

Of course, no matter how alert he is, he cannot open his third eye at any time and use his magic power to stare in all directions. This consumes mana and energy, which is a very stupid behavior.

The same is true for other experts such as the Twelve Golden Immortals. They are not always locked in Xiqi City. Experts naturally have to have the demeanor and pomp of an expert. How can they do such hard work.

Therefore, the mosquito transformed by Yang Lin only needs to hide it from ordinary soldiers and generals.

Avoiding the huge auras of luck in his telepathy, he flew and flew quietly to the backyard of the main residence of Xiqi City, and his speed slowed down.

In fact, the mosquito flew very slowly. It took him more than an hour to fly from Shangying to the main hall of Xiqi Prince's Mansion, and he felt a little impatient.

But, at least, it's safer this way.

Passing through the three breaths quietly, Yang Lin kept his thoughts introverted, not trying to distinguish who was who, or how many experts were guarding the back hall of the palace.

He followed the feeling in his mind and moved forward attentively. Soon, he saw the lights flickering out, and an old Taoist priest with his hair down, stepping in strange directions, dancing like a master, dancing with his sword and mouth.

There is a sound in there.

Okay, this is Jiang Ziya.

This guy is really serious about what he does.

If he says he wants to worship Zhao Gongming to death, he must worship Zhao Gongming to death. He is not lazy at all.

Now that the night was deep, he still didn't rest, meticulously worshiping the seven arrows nailed book on the altar. Every time he bowed down, he could see that the arrow book became more and more red, and the ominous aura was emanating little by little.

"The seven generals, the six golden immortals, Taoist Ran Deng and Taoist Lu Ya are separated in the left and right halls to meditate. It is indeed a trap. Are they trying to kill the masters sent by Shang Ying again? Taste it

It’s quite sweet.”

Yang Lin had to admit that these people in Xiqi City actually thought very well.

All the hopes of Master Wen of the Shang Dynasty were placed on Zhao Gongming. The only chance of victory was to let the God of Wealth show his power again, so he would definitely come to the rescue no matter the cost.

In the original story, I don’t know how many people were lost.

If Yang Lin didn't come, the losses would definitely continue until Zhao Gongming's soul was destroyed and there was no way to restore it.

Therefore, Xiqi's formation and approach are actually correct.

'Originally I was planning to just go on and find an opportunity to get some benefits. However, the wealth is attractive and wealth is at stake, so I have to fight for it. If I win the young model in the club, if I lose, I will work in the sea... I will fight.

"

Yang Lin made up his mind, and without any further hesitation, he revealed his figure on the spot, turned into silver lightning, and thundered down towards the place where Jiang Ziya was standing.

A silver moon appeared in the sky, endless pressure fell, and the entire space was blocked and suppressed by the mind...

The Nailhead Seven Arrows Book was grasped by an unstoppable strong pulling force and fell softly into the hand.

But Jiang Ziya suddenly raised his head, feeling like he was weighed down by a mountain, unable to move. The yellow light on his body was like a curtain, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he screamed: "Take action!"

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Anyone who reads this chapter will definitely encounter a gift from the God of Wealth this year???

Thanks to "L5??" for rewarding the leader, I am grateful.
Chapter completed!