It seems that Mr. Hu asked this question just now. Yes, he just asked how long it has been. Now he is asking about the time. How could a great monk like Mr. Hu not be able to calculate the date, but he said without hesitation.

: "December 22."

"That's soon."

"What?"

"New Year."

"New Year's Eve?"

Mengzhi had some impression of this word. He remembered that he seemed to have seen descriptions of these in secular books.

However, they are monks after all. Spring passes and winter comes like a breeze. Year after year there is no time to celebrate. However, I heard that large clans have centenary sacrifices and millennium ceremonies.

As for a hundred thousand years.

Whose kingdom can last for a hundred thousand years?!

He couldn't imagine it.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what Meng Zhi was thinking, so he recited the curse again as usual.

…

"ah!"

The devil suddenly rolled down the steps.

He tightly grasped the white circle around his neck.

Even ten fingers are stuck in it.

It seemed like this was the only way to make him feel better.

However, the white circle tightened tighter and tighter, until all ten of his fingers were completely severed, and his neck was compressed into a piece of dead flesh, making his head and body appear very huge, making him unable to even stand firmly.

Just as he was about to stand up, he stumbled again and fell to the ground again.

boom.

Bang bang bang.

The devil kept shrinking his body, and the circle also shrank. The devil propped up his body and blew it up like a balloon, and the circle also expanded with his size.

The devil knelt on the ground with a thud.

Crying: "Sir, I really can't move forward."

"Can't go forward?" The monk wearing a black cloak came over and stood in front of the devil.

He said calmly: "You said that the closer you get to him, the more powerful this treasure will be, and you can only relax by staying away. In this way, your master should not be far from here."

The monk in a cloak looked into the distance: "Where is this place?"

"I don't know, little one."

"Then let me tell you."

"This is the Bowang Canyon under the jurisdiction of Guxian Tower."

The cloaked monk continued: "The territory under the jurisdiction of the Ancient Immortal Tower is more than tens of thousands of miles away. You have only come here and you can no longer hold it. This treasure is indeed very powerful."

As he spoke, he looked at the white circle around the demon's neck.

Because of the cover of his cloak, it was impossible to see clearly the changes in his expression and the depth of his gaze.

The devil's scarlet eyes were uncertain.

He really doesn't want to see the old devil again. However, in the hands of this person, it is still worse than death. It is better to return to the old devil's side. The most important thing is that as time goes by, this person's feelings towards the old devil are worse than death.

The position is becoming clearer and clearer. Once he finds the old devil, maybe he will die.

The devil's little eyes rolled around, and he sneered in his heart: "You want to find the old devil, but I won't let you find him."

"Let's go."

"Waiting for news from the organization."

The cloaked monk stepped forward, and ripples appeared in the space in front of him.

He has asked the organization to focus on investigating the artifact treasure, and he has a demon that followed Tushanjun. The demon said that they got separated when Tushanjun ran into the domain, and it did not dare to appear in the bulk territory.

, I could only kill people slowly to accumulate strength, but I didn’t expect to be noticed by the ghost cultivator.

The demon followed the cloaked monk into the ripples as if fleeing.

The white circle on the neck immediately returned to its original shape.

And it handed it over with great gratitude.

The devil followed the cloaked man like a pug, looking back at where he came from.

He thought secretly in his heart: "Wait... wait, just wait slowly. When the old devil's strength increases, I will take you to find him!"
Chapter completed!