Chapter 467 Another Page of Remnant Volume

The old man's body is like a piece of dry firewood. His hair is as yellow as straw, and there is no air at all.

Zhuge Butang's face showed joy. He felt a pure power in his body, which was being combined with his yuan spirit.

"Refine it quickly." Mo Yun said.

Zhuge nodded, sat down again, and slowly introduced the pure experience in his body into his own spiritual power. When he woke up again, it was getting late. Mo scales, Zhenlong Sanren and Tian Yu were gone. Only Mo Ximen stared at him with black eyes.

"What about them?" Zhuge Buchang asked when he woke up.

"My father and Zhenlong Sanren have left first. Let me stay and protect the Dharma for you." Meximon said.

"Thank you very much, Ximen official." Zhuge Buleang smiled politely.

"It seems that you are also going to Xuantian Dance Pavilion. We are on our way." Messiman smiled and said, "Let's go together. I heard that you are Fan Xiu, and you just tell me the story of the common world. I heard the apprentice of Zhenlong Sanren say that you are a popular figure in the secular world.

Zhuge Buleung smiled bitterly and flew to the place where Liu Mang and others were.

When the two appeared in front of Liu Mang, Miao Xianji and others, everyone was immediately shocked. Liu Mang hesitated and said, "Mo... Master Mo, why are you here?

"Can't I come? By the way, it just rings out that we seem to have some grudges that haven't been dealt with yet. Meximen said with a smile.

"Ah!" Liu Mang and Brother Dachun's faces changed and they sweated coldly. Miao Xianji is good at observation and has seen that Mo Ximen is joking with hooligans.

"Okay, don't scare them." Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.

Liu Mang looked at Zhuge Fuliang and Mo Ximen. Suddenly, he felt that the relationship between the two seemed to be much closer than when they first met. He said, "Mr. Zhuge, why have you been there for so long? We are worried about what to do if you encounter misfortune."

"Huh! I thought you died there!" Lu Zihan didn't give him a good look and hummed lukewarm.

At this moment, her mood is extremely complicated. Although she hates Zhuge Fuliang so much, there is nothing she can do. And looking at the other party now, he seems to have a good relationship with the young master of Shujianzhai. Shujianzhai is famous in the southern region. As long as he says a word, even the Fentian religion will immediately disappear in the wilderness.

"How did he climb up to such a master..." Lu Zihan thought about it secretly in the bottom of his heart.

"It's getting late. There is a small town 300 miles south. Why don't you have less rest? Let's leave tomorrow." Meximen suggested.

Three hundred miles is only a matter of more than ten minutes for them, and a small town appeared in front of them. But although this is a small town, there are still many practitioners. These are the practitioners who went to participate in the Xuantian Dance Pavilion and settled here. Although you can also travel at night, it is the time when those wild monsters appear the most at night, especially when you pass through some wild mountains, you may bump into a powerful wild beast that comes out for food.

So it's safest to travel during the day.

Several people found a place to live and stayed for the time being. Miao Xianji stared at Lu Zihan with a smile and said, "Brother Zhuge, do you want to give me this little lady tonight? Recently, I suddenly thought of some means that should work."

Hearing this, Lu Zihan's face changed dramatically. She had already tried Miao Xianji's method at the beginning. It was an inhuman torture and never wanted to try again.

Zhuge laughed and said, "Forget it, you can take a rest first." With that, Zhuge Fuliang pulled Lu Zihan back to his room.

"Don't forget to set up a forbidden sound array at night." Liu Mang shouted in the back.

"Get out!"

.........

Back to the room, Zhuge Fuliang first set two bans, and then patted Lu Zihan a few times and threw it on **. Lu Zihan snorted, but she did not show panic, because she knew that Zhuge Buteng would block her ability to act every night, but she would not do anything excessively. At best, she just took advantage of it.

Zhuge Bliang sat down and explored the spiritual power of the old man absorbed today again. Now it has been completely transformed into his original spiritual power, and his cultivation has soared a lot. Now his cultivation realm is close to the peak of the sky. At that time, as long as he refines a dragon spiritual vein, he can steadily break through the realm of Taoism and peep into the sky.

Thinking of this, a page of golden paper appeared in Zhuge Buo's hand, with a line of words imprinted on it, and the sound of heaven echoed in the room.

"The remnants of "Breaking the Average"!" Lu Zihan, who huddled on the bed, exclaimed.

"Fuckle, sleep!" Zhuge said lurely.

"Well, it turned out that you got a lot of benefits at the Taikoo Tongmen Ruins." Lu Zihan hummed.

Suddenly, Zhuge Fuliang felt the strange vibration of the remnant page of "Breaking Jun". Zhuge Fuliang immediately put it away. He got up and left the room, and his consciousness spread out to search. Just now, he felt that there seemed to be another broken page nearby.

The volume of Broken Volume is a complete heavenly book. Even if it is lost, there is some connection between each other within a certain range.

The divine consciousness swept around, but there was no movement. Zhuge Buteng hid in the wall, hid his breath, and quietly looked around.

After about half an hour, a strange figure suddenly flashed out. The figure rushed up to the roof, and his eyes were extremely deep, observing around.

"It must be him!" Zhuge Buting was secretly happy. This is a cultivation who condenses the peak of the world, and he has to be slightly higher in the realm. However, at the same level, Zhuge Butliang is not afraid of anyone at all.

"Brush!"

With a flash of people, Zhuge Fuliang rushed out and rushed out of the town. Almost at the same time, he found Zhuge Buzuoliang and rushed up to chase Zhuge Buzuo.

Two figures rushed out of the town one after the other. In the dark night, the two flew directly out of a hundred miles outside the town. At this time, the man behind him suddenly increased his speed, quickly caught up with Zhuge Fuliang, and stood in front of him.

Zhuge Bu Liang could see clearly that this was a man who was not very good-looking, and his eyes were particularly bright in the night.

"Why did this friend leave in such a hurry?" The man came said lightly.

Zhuge Buting was silent and just looked at him quietly.

The man was a little stunned and said, "I just lost something. I don't know if this friend has ever taken it? If only I could hand it over. I don't think it has happened. Otherwise, I won't give up in Tongtian Pavilion.

"Tongtian Pavilion?" Zhuge Fuliang raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't think I've heard of it."

The man frowned and said, "Although my Tongtian Pavilion is not as powerful as Xiaoyue Sect and Taiyi Immortal Sect in the Southern Regions, everyone knows it. It seems that you should be Sanxiu. I advise you not to be against us."

Hearing this, Zhuge laughed and said, "I don't know what you lost?"

The man smiled coldly, turned his palm, and a page of golden paper appeared, flashing with a faint golden light. Zhuge's pupils shrank, and it was indeed the remnants of Broken Jun.

"Give me the remnants of the scroll in your hand, and I can let you go." The man said.

"Good!" Zhuge Butang agreed very happily, but the next second, he had already moved and rushed directly to the man, with a fist.

"Looking for death!" The man snorted coldly, and his face showed disdain, because his realm was above Zhuge Buteng. He didn't mind this punch at all and waved his palm directly.

"Cock!"

A very crisp sound, the man's whole arm was twisted, and his body flew backwards.

Zhuge Butang raised his hand and sucked it. The golden paper in the man's hand had flown into his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you for your support, but I can't keep you now."

"You... How do you..." The man's face was frightened, and it was really difficult to imagine why a person whose realm was obviously under his own was so horrible.

Zhuge Fuliang has flown up again, and more than a dozen fists have come up, and the boxing shadows the size of a house exudes a purple light.

"Brush!" A black sledgehammer appeared in the man's hand, and the sledgehammer sacrificed to the size of a mountain and smashed it.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

More than a dozen fists bombarded on the black sledgehammer. Each punch contained the domineering method of Taiwu Xinjing. The black sledgehammer flew back backwards, and the whole hammer head was full of cracks, which was almost broken.

The man was extremely sad, but he didn't have time to think about it at this moment and sacrificed the sledgehammer again.

Zhuge Buzuo raised his hand and pointed, and the sledgehammer instantly broke and turned into pieces of scrap iron.

"You... You have hidden your cultivation!" The man was afraid that he couldn't believe that a person with lower cultivation than himself would have such a domineering power. This power made him feel desperate.

"Bum!"

Zhuge Butang did not answer him, but slapped him on the ground and stepped on his chest.

"Puff!" The man spewed out a mouthful of blood and said, "This friend, there is a misunderstanding between us. How about you take away the remnants and treat it as if it hasn't happened?"

"Do you think I will agree?" Zhuge Buliang sneered, glanced at the man and said, "It's a pity that you can't even practice Taoism and peep into the sky, otherwise I will have to swallow you."

You can only use ten opportunities to swallow the spirit, and Zhuge is not bright and doesn't want to waste it. He punched the man's head and grabbed the yuan god and crushed it. Then he kicked the body out, and the body broke into countless pieces in mid-air.

Zhuge Fuliang looked at the golden paper in his hand and took out his remnants to compare. There is no doubt that this page is a remnant of Broken Page, but it does not seem to be connected to the page number in your hand. Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

ps: A friend borrowed his notebook in the morning and just changed it back. This grandson is so fucking.