"Fellow Taoist Taoist, Fellow Taoist Yanyu, if you have something to say, if you have something to say..."

Master Lu Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. The cunning and cunning in the past were all useless. His life was being pinched. He could only beg for help.

"Bring it here!"

"This, what fellow Taoist is talking about..."

"You have made a lot of lies, true and false. What is your purpose? If you can avoid other people and find the lamp easily, you must be familiar with this space. Don't tell me you are just guessing. Just take out your classics!

"

Yanyu is not stupid, Niubi's information is very well-informed. Regardless of whether it is because of the classics or not, this person must have a treasure in his hand. Perhaps, he also knows the origin of this lamp.

"Fellow Taoist, I have told you the truth about what I know. That book is also a top secret of our sect. How dare I carry it with me..."

"Hmph! It seems that you don't want your own magic weapon anymore?"

Yanyu snorted coldly, bang~

The strength of his fingers increased, and the sword made a huge trembling sound. Master Lu Yang felt dizzy, his head swelled, and his body was turbulent. This kid knew where his neurons were hidden, and the blow with his fingers was aimed at the one he had left.

Neuron in the Sword!

"Fellow Taoist, this poor Taoist is really..."

Bang~

Before Master Lu Yang could finish his defense, there was another huge tremor, which made the sword faintly whine. Master Lu Yang almost couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and swallowed it back in his mouth, but his face was pale.

pale.

"This is the last warning. If you don't hand it over, the sword will be destroyed! People will die!"

Yanyu's voice sounded like it came from the Nine Nether Hells, like a talisman for death. Master Lu Yang gave up completely and took out something in his hands as if he was lost.

This is a thin book, only about ten pages thick.

"This is a book copied by Pindao. Apart from the authentic copy of this sect's secret collection, this is the only one..."

Looking at the booklet with reluctant eyes, Master Lu Yang gritted his teeth and threw the booklet to Yanyu. Yanyu typed out a spell, wrapped the booklet, and after carefully checking that it was okay with his soul, he started to flip through it.

After a cursory look, he found that the record on this object was the origin of the magic circle and the ghost king. Yanyu nodded and threw the sword to Master Lu Yang.
Chapter completed!