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Even the mystery of Xingzijue, the practicality of the Spirit Emperor Pill, the potential of the Haotian Divine Iron.

In front of such peerless treasures as the cornucopia, he still fell behind.

A cornucopia, for Song Qingshu, is an endless spiritual stone.

And now he urgently needs to improve his strength.

Therefore, the appearance of the cornucopia is more attractive to Song Qingshu than any treasure!

Only one treasure can be taken from a room.

Now that Song Qingshu has gained a cornucopia, naturally he hasn't stayed much in this Sunda.

Seeing Song Qingshu turned around, the figure disappeared in the room like a ghost.

With Song Qingshu's departure, this narrow room sank into the tranquility of the millennia.

And those peerless treasures are also destined to continue to be covered in dust here. I don’t know how long they will be seen again in the sky...

The Lord of Samsara watched Song Qingshu walk out of Xunmen so quickly, and he glanced at Song Qingshu with confusion.

Song Qingshu was a little hairy by the gaze of the Lord of Reincarnation, and he smiled: "Lord of Reincarnation, what do you think of me like that? I just took a treasure from your treasure house.

The Lord of Samsara nodded and smiled coldly:

"If you take two treasures, you won't be able to get out of this Sunda."

"I'm just curious, did you take the incomplete Xingji Secret or the whole piece of Haotian Divine Iron."

Song Qingshu smiled and took out the cornucopia from the storage bag.

Like a child showing off a toy, he opened his mouth to the Lord of Reincarnation:

"I didn't take those good things. I took this broken copper basin. It's good to use it to wash my hands."

The Lord of Samsara couldn't help but laugh after hearing this:

"Haha, Song Qingshu, you really know the goods."

"Is this broken copper basin worthy of all the treasures in Sundanese?"

Song Qingshu scratched his head, pretending to be very innocent:

"I didn't choose too much, I just looked at the copper basin, that's all."

Looking at Song Qingshu, he was pretending to be confused.

The Lord of Samsara couldn't help but chuckle:

"Asshole thing, isn't it just worrying that I won't give you the cornucopia?"

"Pretending to be innocent with me for a pot, you really are a freak."

Seeing that the Lord of Samsara had broken, Song Qingshu stopped pretending to be garlic.

Immediately, Song Qingshu removed a smile on his face, sincerely clasped his fist to the Lord of Reincarnation, and said, "The blue book also knows that the treasure pot is precious, but now I really need the magical effect of the cornucopia, and I also ask the Lord of Reincarnation to fulfill it."

The Lord of Reincarnation was silent for a long time before sighing:

"If someone else wants this cornucopia, I will never give it."

"Once, the treasure basin is extremely precious, and it hurts me too."

"Secondly, the virtuous treasure lives, who can keep it if you give it to?"

"But if it is you, Song Qingshu, I believe in your strength, the cornucopia, I will give it to you."

When Song Qingshu heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes looking at the Lord of Samsara with gratitude.

After Song Qingshu worshipped again, he went straight to open the Kunmen Gate.

The wooden door of Xunmen allowed Song Qingshu to find treasures like the cornucopia.

Among the wooden doors of Kunmen, shouldn't there be better treasures?

Song Qingshu has read to this point.

He couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart anymore, and directly took the wood engraved with the word "kun", leaped gently, and stepped into the wooden door.

Although Song Qingshu had already thought of the possible shabby after the wooden door.

But when he really stepped into the wooden door, he still couldn't help but sigh: "This, too poor..."

Chapter 308

If we say that the two rows of wooden frames behind the Sunda Gate are very shabby.

So now the scenery in Kunmen can be counted as impoverished...

In the Kunmen, except for a dimly lit candle that flickered its flames gently.

Even the two rows of wooden rafts behind Xunmen did not exist.

In the cramped room, randomly thrown paper was everywhere.

Song Qingshu seems to have entered a paper mill factory.

In addition to these pieces of white paper, two objects were randomly placed on the floor of the room.

One is a ring with a pale red light.

One is an azure orb the size of a finger.

Song Qingshu held the two treasures in his hands and carefully examined them for a long time.

But it is because Song Qingshu has been in the Celestial Emperor Group for so long with fierce eyes.

He also failed to recognize the two treasures in his hands.

In desperation, Song Qingshu had to re-enable the scan-like function: "System, directly turn on the scan!"

In no time.

All the information about these two treasures also came to Song Qingshu's mind like a tide.

"The ring of gravity can change the weight of an object up to a hundred times the weight of gravity in a short time!"

"Or change all the gravity of a piece of space in an instant, and the increase depends on the strength of the host."

...

"Kunhai Orb can be swallowed directly, and after swallowing, the user can lower the bondage of the earth."

"Or ignoring the constraints, to truly shrink into an inch, and travel thousands of miles between neighbors."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's face couldn't help showing an extremely tangled look.

After a long silence, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:

"No, do I have to choose?"

Song Qingshu has never been a person suffering from choice difficulties.

The reason why he is so entangled is only because of the two treasures this time.

For Song Qingshu, it was really tempting.

It can be said that the temptation of each of these two treasures is not lower than the cornucopia...

Song Qingshu gently put the gravity ring on his index finger, and then called the platform of hell from behind him.

Song Qingshu watched the faint red light from the gravity ring envelop the Hell Terrace, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Today's Hell Terrace can severely hurt the powerhouses of the Yuan Ying triple realm.

If you take advantage of the power of the gravity ring, you can increase the weight of the Hell Platform by a hundred times in one breath.

At that time, if such a heavy hell platform hit the enemy.

Wouldn't it be possible to directly let the powerful five-layer Yuan Ying drink a pot?

One thought ends here.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at the Kunhai Orb that he was holding in his left hand, and muttered, "Although the power of the Amplifying Hell Terrace is good, if it is to swallow the Kunhai Orb."

"Then I mean that I have learned the full version of the secrets of Chinese characters directly?"

"At that time, who else can be close to my body, the strong Nascent Soul in the world?"

that's it.

After Song Qingshu finished reading the Kunhai Orb, he couldn't help but look at the gravity ring.

Uncertainty, dilemma... Time passed quietly in the constant struggle of Song Qingshu.

Now, he can finally understand why there is a choice disorder in the world.

After struggling for a long time, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and shook his head, and uttered a long whistle to the sky: "If I can have all of them, then I would choose a fart?!"

Complaining belongs to complaining.

In the end Song Qingshu had to make a painful decision like a strong man breaking his wrist.

"Forget it, Xingzi Secret can go to the Heavenly Emperor Group to ask for learning in the future."

"Once this gravity ring is missed, there is nothing left!"

At this point, Song Qingshu had to put the Kunhai Orb in place.

Immediately, Song Qingshu was afraid of changing his mind, so he raised his foot and left here.

Just when Song Qingshu was about to step into the door of space and leave the door of Kun.

The Lord of Samsara reminded Song Qingshu that he hates iron and cannot make steel, "Song Qingshu, you must not do the stupid thing of losing the watermelon and picking sesame seeds!"

When Song Qingshu heard the words, he couldn't help but stood there blankly.

He didn't know what the sesame watermelon referred to by the Lord of Samsara.

"Is it possible, Lord of Samsara, do you want me to choose Kunhai Orb?"

Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at the azure Kunhai Orb which was placed ten feet away, and couldn't help but speak.

"If you don't understand what sesame watermelon is, then I can only be regarded as the wrong person!"

"Song Qingshu, if you let me down, don't want the cornucopia."

Don't know why.

This time the Lord of Samsara seemed to be angry, and after roaring, he didn't want to say anything to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu scratched his head, had to start scanning again, and scanned the room.

But no matter what Song Qingshu thought.

There are only two treasures in this room, the Gravity Ring and the Kunhai Orb.

In addition, there are 10,000-year candlelights made of mermaid grease, and countless pieces of white paper scattered on the ground.

All the papers are empty, and there is no secret book in Song Qingshu's imagination.

"What the hell is this? Does the Lord of Samsara really want me to choose Kunhai Orb?"

"No, it's impossible, the Lord of Samsara definitely has something else to say!"

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu didn't rush out of Kunmen anymore.

He directly sat down cross-legged, propped his head with his right arm, and seriously thought about the doorway that should be there.

Song Qingshu waved his hand gently, and a breeze broke out in the room for no reason.

Under the breeze, the two visible treasures, Kunhai Orb and Gravity Ring, were blown aside.

Then, the white paper in the entire room was blown aside, neatly stacked in a pile.

When the paper was scattered on the ground, Song Qingshu was not exaggerated.

When they were piled up in a pile, Song Qingshu looked at the half-person high pile of paper and couldn't help but sigh.

So far.

There is nothing else in the whole room.

Song Qingshu's thinking has just begun: