"As expected of a restricted area, it is indeed open and bright."

Zhao Yun raised his hand and took the storage bag firmly. In front of the gods, he untied the rope of the storage bag and looked inside. There were piles and piles of sacred stones.

In addition,

There are also secret weapons, magic weapons, elixirs, and ancient scrolls. There are too many to count.

Don't talk about him, I'm afraid my eyes will light up when I see you.

"I won't let him go yet." The old god of Shenxu said coldly.

"I can't count!" Zhao Yun's clone said, taking out a sacred stone from his storage bag and biting it like a bone.

This bite was not tight, and the sacred stone was broken into pieces by him with a click.

"Fake money, this is fake money." Zhao Yun's clone spat out a pile of divine stone fragments.

"So?" The old god of Shenxu had scarlet eyes. He knew that Zhao Yun's clone was playing tricks on him, and he seemed to be unable to suppress his anger.

"So, I'm going to eat a bowl of noodles first."

Zhao Yun turned around and patted his buttocks, then turned around and disappeared.
Chapter completed!