I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

"Liang, this is not counting the fact that the son of the Duke of Zhenguo in the Gui Dynasty colluded with the Demon Sect to destroy a city of the Monet Dynasty."

"Oh, by the way, when talking about the Devil's Cult, Na Liang remembered another thing."

"Previously, your dynasty poured the dirty water of colluding with the Demon Sect on the Monet dynasty. This infringement is not only the reputation of the third prince, but the prestige of the entire Monet dynasty royal family."

"This sum, together with the sum of the son of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, counts as 70 million spirit stones, 30 million will not be wiped off. Bring 800 million spirit stones, and Liang will let you go back."

Seeing Young Master Liang spread out his hands and make an "eight" gesture, Pingxiu couldn't hold back his injury anymore, rolled his eyes, and was about to pass out on the spot.

Consciousness sinks into darkness.

Before Pingxiu's eyes, he vaguely saw the expression on Gong Ziliang's face, and became flustered.

"This son has not completely wiped out humanity."

Compared with the previous lion who opened his mouth and asked for 800 million spirit stones.

Seeing Gong Ziliang's expression, Ping Xiu was a little moved.

"Lord Ping, you can't die."

"If you die, who will I go to with my 800 million spirit stones?"

"Mr. Mo, haven't you prepared the credentials and the IOU yet?"

"Hurry up and take it here, and sign for Lord Ping while he is still breathing. Otherwise, the fingerprints will be lost after a while..."

Stop time.

Pingxiu's last consciousness, thinking of the evaluation of Gong Ziliang just now.

Not yet your uncle!

Completely your uncle!

Annihilate your uncle!

Unwilling you uncle!

If you give Pingxiu a chance to do it all over again, let him go back to the time when he met Gong Ziliang at the gate of the palace.

No matter how much he pays, he will never let Young Master Liang continue to live in this world!

And at this moment.

Looking at Pingxiu who had held his breath, his chest was still heaving.

Gong Ziliang's expression relaxed, he waved his hand and said, "It's all right, people can't die yet."

After all, Gong Ziliang took out a few elixirs for smoothing Qi from his backpack, melted them with spiritual power, and sent them into Pingxiu's body.

"Oh, it's the uncle who owes the money. It's really true."

"You owe Liang some 800 million spirit stones, and Liang still has to serve you, so who can ask for reason?"

He heard the helpless voice from Gong Ziliang's mouth.

Mo Zhongtian and others, who watched the whole process, were sweating like rain on their foreheads.

He was extorted of 800 million spirit stones by empty words, and he had an extra creditor out of thin air.

In the end, Gong Ziliang still felt wronged.

Rao was in a hostile position with Pingxiu before.

But at this moment, in their hearts, there was incomparable sympathy for Pingxiu.

After Ping Xiu's aura gradually calmed down, Gong Ziliang asked the son and goddess to condense several talismans to seal Ping Xiu's body's acupoints.

In this way, unless there is a shot from the God Realm to help Pingxiu break the seal, otherwise, Pingxiu can only display the strength of the Tongmai Realm.

"Mr. Mo, I still have something to do. Lord Ping will leave it to you first."

"Remember to entertain people with delicious food and drinks, so as not to spread the word, making people think that the Monet dynasty abused the monarch once, and it would be bad."

"By the way, there is also the copper coin that was agreed before. Monarch Mo, remember to convert it into gold and get ready."

Gong Ziliang said, throwing Pingxiu like throwing a sandbag.

Mo Zhongtian hastened to catch it carefully with his spiritual power, for fear of being a little careless, he bumped into Pingxiu and let Gong Ziliang find him.

Immediately.

Thinking of the gold he promised to pay, Mo Zhongtian suddenly had a bitter face.

Gong Ziliang ignored him, and entered the secret realm of the space orb with Mo Aotian in one hand.

As soon as he entered, Gong Ziliang saw in the corner of the secret realm, the deity covered in dense talismans, writhing on the ground like a maggot.

And when he found the young master Liang who came back.

The deity immediately closed his eyes and remained motionless, pretending to be dead.

Gong Ziliang curled his lips, did not break through the disguise of the god, but walked towards the god with his other free hand, holding the whip.

Feeling the aura of whipping the magic whip, the deity immediately stopped pretending, and shouted tremblingly: "Don't come here!"

"Seeing how frightened you are, don't worry, I'm not here to whip you, but to give you good things."

Gong Ziliang said with a smile, but his words fell into the ears of the god, and immediately made the latter show an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and his dharma body trembled more and more.

Touching his nose, Gong Ziliang didn't expect that his own words would scare the dignified god into such a state.

"It seems that what happened before left too much shadow on Xiaoji."

"Well, I'm actually a kind person, but people always misunderstand me too much."

"Forget it, it's not my fault for Qu and Gao Zhi. If others misunderstand, they will misunderstand. In the end, they will find that I am doing what is good for them."

Shaking his head, Gong Ziliang walked up to the god, and hit the magic whip to "snap" a sonic boom in the air, "You dog, you still dare to lie on the ground, do you want me to pull you up yourself?"

The god shuddered reflexively, and quickly got up.

That broad and long face covered with bruises could no longer see its original appearance, but now facing Gong Ziliang, one could vaguely see that he was trying to squeeze out a flattering expression.

Seeing a god who has degenerated to this place, the young master mourned for his misfortune and was angry with him for not fighting, and almost laughed out of anger.

"Dog, you almost missed your business."

Immediately, Gong Ziliang thought of something, and after cursing, he threw Mo Aotian to the feet of the god, pointed at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Absorbed his soul."

Shen Zun subconsciously thought that he had auditory hallucinations.

This big devil specially sent him a Sea Consciousness Realm for him to absorb his soul?

Looking at Mo Aotian who was unconscious on the ground, Shen Zun was at a loss, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Young Master Liang's gourd.

One can imagine Gong Ziliang's ruthless methods.

Obviously, there is definitely a big problem here!

And seeing the deity standing there motionless like a piece of wood.

Gong Ziliang's face turned cold.

He asked the god to absorb Mo Aotian's soul, because he had already searched Mo Aotian's memory with the soul technique.

It was discovered that Mo Aotian had sacrificed millions of souls in several cities so far in order to practice magic skills.

The souls of those creatures were not let go, they were refined into a soul streamer by Mo Aotian.

Except for the blood sacrifices required for practicing.

Mo Aotian also has the habit of Longyang.

Every half a month, hundreds of young and strong men will be tied up by the members of the Demon Cult.

Trample those people to death to satisfy their twisted desires.

There are countless sins that cannot be washed away.

It makes Gong Ziliang feel that if he is like Mo Wentian, he can directly refine Mo Aotian into a scum with the artistic conception of fire.

This way of death is too cheap for Mo Aotian.

So, Gong Ziliang thought of a more cruel punishment.

That is to let the god absorb Mo Aotian's soul, but not let the god refine it.

Instead, keep Mo Aotian's consciousness, and let Mo Aotian's consciousness live in torture until he thinks of a way to obliterate the divine body.