Chapter 247 Delivered to the Door
"It's such a waste!"

In this case, the value of this stone is not that great.

"Or maybe just destroy this stone, and maybe I can release my spiritual consciousness."

Just do it!

Zhang Tie first smashed the black part of the stone with his hand, but the stone did not move at all.

Then he tried to use his magic power to cut the stone, but unexpectedly the stone immediately became like tofu that had been cut by a hard knife.

It was cut off evenly by Zhang Tie's magic power.

Zhang Tie showed surprise on his face, and then slowly chipped away all the black parts until only the green part was left on the stone.

Zhang Tie's palms were sweating, as this was where his spiritual awareness came into play.

The rich mana turned into a sharp blade and tried to cut towards the green part.

As a result, as soon as his magic power touched the surface of the green stone, Zhang Tie's heart trembled violently.

He felt as if his spiritual consciousness was about to be cut apart.

"what happened?"

His consciousness had shrunk into a circle and stayed among the rocks just to avoid Zhang Tie's magic knife, so why was he still cut!

After thinking it over, Zhang Tie could only come to a conclusion that he had to admit: this stone forcibly bound his spiritual consciousness!
Zhang Tie was so angry that his teeth were itching!
He tried to cut the green stone with the magic knife in his hand again, and found that the same feeling appeared again.

"Asshole! I am a Jindan cultivator, and I am being bullied by a stone!"

Zhang Tie refused to believe in evil. Although he gave up the idea of ​​destroying the stone, he continued to think about how to deal with it.

……

Lai Fu Inn, lobby.

The diners filed out, many of them with happy looks on their faces.

Because they didn't pay for their meal!
The innkeeper did not stop these people, but just smiled and said to the young man in front of him: "Second Master Sun, did our inn offend you?"

"If you need anything, I'm always here..."

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to finish speaking, Sun Er slapped him in the face with a look of impatience on his face.

"Have you seen this person?"

He took out a black-and-white portrait from his right hand. The portrait showed a handsome man, who was Zhang Tie.

Mr. Sun had left a portrait of Zhang Tie on the ground before. He remembered it and asked someone to draw it on paper.

He took the painting and asked around, knocking over more than a dozen shops on the street before he found out Zhang Tie's whereabouts.

His face was full of excitement and sweat on his forehead, and he came to the inn with the stolen magic weapon.

He first drove away everyone in the inn, and then slapped the innkeeper's face so hard that half of his face was smashed.

When the shopkeeper saw this person, he immediately remembered him. He covered his swollen face and trembled, "He was a passerby who came yesterday. He is on the third floor. This is his room number."

After getting the news, he couldn't wait and turned around and walked upstairs.

Deng Deng Deng!
But after a while he arrived at the third floor and kicked the door as soon as he got up.

However, before he could take the final step, he suddenly found himself on the first floor again.

When I turned around, I saw the shopkeeper with a bun-like face opposite me cursing himself.

When the shopkeeper saw Sun Er suddenly appear, he was frightened and felt like he was going to die.

Hearing the shopkeeper secretly cursing him, Sun Er was unwilling to do anything, "Damn it! Anyone can bully me!"

He went up and kicked the shopkeeper's head off, venting his anger for not kicking the door just now.

Then he ran up to the third floor.

This time he was more careful and first used his incomplete spiritual sense to observe his surroundings.

I found nothing strange and confirmed that there was no problem. I was full of confidence and thought to myself that this time, Zhang Tie inside would be scared to the point of peeing his pants!

His kick was so powerful that he reached the first floor again as soon as he stretched it out.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! What's going on?"

Sun Er was so angry that he jumped up and down, and kicked the shopkeeper whose head he had just kicked off and who was now cursing him alive.

Ta-da! He went up to the third floor again and performed the same operation, and the message ended up on the first floor again.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

Thump, thump, thump. After more than a dozen rounds, he was so tired that he collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

Then he suddenly slapped his head and said, What a fool I am!
Doesn't my treasure have the ability to enhance spiritual awareness? It can also restrain these illusions!
Yes, it must be an illusion. Otherwise, how could I have run back and forth so many times?

So he took out a small black bowl from his arms.

This small bowl is extremely delicate and exudes a simple and ancient atmosphere.

He injected his magical power into the small bowl, and the small bowl began to vibrate with a buzzing sound.

Sun Er's face was pale. Just a little bit of magic power had already drained his body.

But he still urged the small bowl to move, and the small bowl slipped out of his hands and spun around.

An inexplicable murderous aura shook the surroundings, and then Sun Er saw the situation clearly.

It turned out that he had been standing at the door of the room on the third floor. Everything he had done before was just standing there and messing around!

Even the shopkeeper whom he had killed before was still in the hall, trembling like a quail, staring at Sun Er.

"Damn it, I got tricked again!"

Sun Er was furious. He jumped down first, and slapped the shopkeeper's head off in his puzzled look, then ran back to the third floor with a thud.

He caressed the small bowl in his hand lovingly, "Baby, you are really amazing!"

He thought about the various benefits of this treasure.

The small bowl can not only enhance one's spiritual awareness, but also purify evil thoughts.

A treasure passed down from generation to generation. It is indeed extraordinary!
Then, he injected his magic power into the ancient little bowl again.

Xiaowan showed his power, and the formation set up by Zhang Tie suddenly appeared. It soon began to flicker, but it was still able to hold on.

Sun Er snorted coldly. He could actually tie with my family's heirloom magic weapon!

But you are still too young!

Sun Er continued to input some magic power into the small bowl.

His magic power was like moldy rotten meat. After the small bowl absorbed it, the ancient aura weakened a lot.

But the small bowl was really a good treasure. Even with Sun Er's weakened magic power, it began to show its power.

The small bowl shone brightly, and its ancient aura increased several times, directly destroying the formation set up by Zhang Tie.

A blush appeared on Sun Er's pale face, which was the flush of excitement.

Then he kicked the door open and yelled, "Your death is coming!"

……

Zhang Tie had already spotted Sun Er outside the door, but his consciousness was trapped now, and he was confident.

The formation outside was enough to trap Sun Er, so he didn't take Sun Er seriously.

The man's breath was weak, black air was coming out of his forehead, and his blood and essence were almost exhausted.

If Zhang Tie hadn't seen the magic weapon in his body, he would have thought that he was some unlucky guy who had his energy sucked dry by a fox spirit and was going crazy outside!

(End of this chapter)