Chapter 1721 1722 This Is the Real Magic Stick

"Why does it look like a tortoise shell?" Ling Baobao tapped twice and said curiously.

"Take it back first and then talk about it." Mu Hanyan couldn't tell whether the stone slab was formed naturally or artificially carved, and finally decided to take it back and ponder over it slowly.

As she spoke, she took out the water bag she carried with her and filled it with spring water.

The red fruit that Xiao Rui Beast ate just now should have been fished out of this spring. Mu Hanyan had suspected that it was poisonous before, but after looking at its symptoms, it didn't look like poison at all, but more like some kind of Xiao Rui. The power that the beast can't bear, and this spring water is clear and pure, without the slightest impurities, and even reveals the meaning of lightness, so Mu Hanyan guessed that this spring water also contains similar power, and naturally it will not be easily wasted.

Soon, not a drop of the spring water was left in the water bag. Looking at the heavy black stone slab in front of him that looked like a big turtle shell, Mu Hanyan hesitated. Her astrolabe space is integrated with her heart veins, and it can be used only by divine sense, so she is not suppressed by the law of the continent of God. However, her previous performance was already amazing enough. If the space of the astrolabe is exposed again, I don't know if Sikong Qinglan will be suspicious.

As far as Mu Hanyan knew, in the Continent of Gods, not everyone was qualified to possess a magical tool with storage space, and even Chu Yang and the priests of the gods might not have such treasures. Other things can be put aside by aptitude and talent. Such a precious instrument has nothing to do with aptitude and talent, nor is she qualified to have it as a descendant of the Mu clan.

Mu Hanyan didn't hesitate for long, because the next moment, Ling Baobao had already carried the thick slate on his back.

"Let's go." Ling Baobao said with a high-spirited expression, his eyes still flashing with golden stars.

Sure enough, apart from eating, this guy was just as interested in money and treasures. Mu Hanyan reckoned that if he was not allowed to carry this stone slab down the mountain, he might not even be able to walk.

If Mu Hanyan guessed correctly, Kang Qingyuan wanted to occupy the Rijian Peak. Nine times out of ten, it was for this slate. Perhaps, it was the red fruit in her hand. When something was left, carefully put away the red fruit, Mu Hanyan followed behind Ling Baobao.

Ling Baobao was carrying a thick slate like a big turtle shell, only showing half of his head and two calves, just like a big tortoise, but this guy didn't know it. Can't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Ling Baobao heard the sound of snickering behind him, turned his head and asked.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Mu Hanyan held back his smile and didn't bother to remind him.

"It's inexplicable." Ling Baobao held on to the turtle shell and continued to walk down the mountain with his head and tail.

When they got to the bottom of the mountain, the carriage that several people had hidden was still there, and was not found.

It could be seen that Sikong Qinglan breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw his ox cart, as if the boulder hanging in his heart had fallen into place.

Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly. He really didn't know what the poor Huayu Temple was like. Isn't it just a broken bullock cart that made him feel so nervous.

With a carriage, the group drove towards Mujia Village.

Along the way, Ling Baobao was studying the slate. Mu Hanyan was concerned about the safety of the little auspicious beast, and had no intention of cultivating, so he checked it from time to time.

Fortunately, although it never woke up, it didn't feel anything different on its body. Mu Hanyan was completely relieved and began to think about the red fruit again. But the result was the same as before, no matter how she used her divine sense, she couldn't feel anything special about this red fruit.

What kind of fruit is this? Why did Kang Qingyuan want to snatch him at all costs? Also, who is hiding behind Kang Qingyuan, and why did he have the idea? Mu Hanyan couldn't understand what she thought.

"Would you like to take a sip?" Mu Hanyan's heart moved, but she quickly dismissed the idea, she didn't want to end up like Xiao Rui Beast.

"Sir, we are here." Mutu's excited voice sounded.

Pulling the curtain slightly, Mujia Village appeared in the field of vision. After walking on the road for two more days, it was sunset time, and the golden sunset slowly fell, adding a little peace and tranquility to Mujia Village.

After walking through the wasteland for thousands of miles and seeing with his own eyes the ups and downs of the homeless, Mu Hanyan knew how rare such peace and harmony was for ordinary people in the Continent of Gods.

Hearing the sound of the carriage coming from a distance, all the villagers rushed to the entrance of the village to greet him. Seeing those simple and expectant faces, Mu Hanyan's heart was inexplicably moved.

As soon as the carriage drove into the village, all the villagers fell to their knees in unison, their eyes filled with awe.

There's no need to be like this, it's all my own, why are you so polite, besides, it's only a dozen days to come and go, not a few years. Seeing this posture, Mu Hanyan felt embarrassed, got up quickly, and wanted to help up the old patriarch who was kneeling in front of him.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, Mu Hanyan realized that she seemed to have misunderstood.

Mu Hanyan turned her head away, her entire body stunned.

Sikong Qinglan didn't know when he put on his glossy priest's robe again, leaning on a crutch that was as tall as a man and curved like an old tree's roots. , compassion, and even with a dash of sadness, but without losing majesty, glanced at the kneeling crowd.

The golden afterglow shone on him, giving him a mysterious and holy halo.

In an instant, even Mu Hanyan felt a sense of fascination in his heart, and the members of the Mu clan headed by Mu Chenglin were even more excited and trembling all over.

"God's brilliance spreads all over the earth, granting all beings peace! God's people, get up." Sikong Qinglan looked at the endless horizon, his voice also became low and slightly hoarse, full of magnetism , as if there is a kind of demagogic magic.

Mu Chenglin and the others fell to the ground, their faces flushed with excitement, but tears flashed in their eyes, and some people even couldn't help crying.

God stick, this is the real magic stick!

Only then did Miss Mu realize that she had thought wrong earlier. Seeing Ye Yi'an's detached appearance, she thought he was more like a god stick than a temple priest, but now she realizes that she actually underestimated the priests. 's magic trick.