All things have spirit and can achieve enlightenment.

Yang Yu had seen similar words in countless ancient books. According to legend, there was even a divine stone that gave birth to a race.

But it was the first time for him to see the magic weapon become a spirit.

only

‘I encountered a treasure on the roadside, a legendary thing happened to me again? Is this the remnant of the old man’s magical power, or am I just too lucky?

Playing with this elastic little thing, not to mention kneading it a few times, he felt much better.

only……

"Will the sacrifice suffer backlash and curse?"

Yang Yu thought slightly in his heart, and a wisp of spiritual energy came out from his fingertips.

Snapped!

The deflated little toad expanded back in an instant, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the ray of spiritual energy into its belly.

"Why, don't you pretend to be dead?"

Yang Yukou spat out the text.

After so many years, he has gained an extremely deep grasp of Taoist texts, and he can pick them up at his fingertips except for very rare and lost words.

"You humble...mortal, how dare you blaspheme the gods!"

The three-legged golden toad had a fierce look, its cheeks were fluttering, and it wanted to spit out something, but in the end only a puff of white smoke came out:

"Quack!"

"..."

The air seemed to suddenly become quiet, and the three-legged golden toad froze completely.

"Why didn't you vomit?"

Yang Yu sneered.

The three-legged golden toad was in extremely poor condition, almost on the verge of starving to death, and could not spit out its saliva.

"Mortal, mortal..."

The three-legged golden cicada's cheeks bulged out, its small red eyes rolled around, and it said in a loud voice:

"If you offer enough spiritual saliva, this god will exempt you from the crime of blasphemy. If not, if not..."

"how?"

Yang Yu used his five fingers to exert force, and with a "pop" sound, he flattened the little thing again, and faint white smoke was squeezed out of his mouth:

"Quack!"

The three-legged golden toad was furious:

"Mortal, you..."

"Quack!"

"mortal!"

"Quack!"

"Fan..."

"Quack!"

…

Yang Yu was very patient, flattening and rounding the little thing again and again, until the little thing couldn't even breathe out, and then he stopped:

"Go on."

"you……"

With his tongue hanging out and spots as big as a copper coin trembling all over his body, the three-legged golden toad was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to say any more evil words.

"Quack!"

The next moment, it was crushed again.

The toad was furious:

"Why?!"

"It's easy to pinch."

Yang Yu smiled and pinched again.

"Quack!"

This time, the little thing stopped breathing at all and became soft, like a big yellow lump of snot.

At this time, Yang Yu spoke slowly and told the origin of this little thing:

"Three-legged golden toad seal with red eyes, carrying 'attracting wealth and bringing in treasures', 'faking death', and two divine seeds. Due to fate, they will avoid disaster and develop spiritual wisdom, right?"

"you?"

The three-legged golden toad shuddered and reacted:

"Your magical power? Cave viewing, searching for secrets, observing luck... accessing the secluded world? Or..."

"Huh?"

Listening to the toad naming dozens of magical powers, including Tongyou, Yang Prison couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"You little guy, you are quite knowledgeable, aren't you?"

“Asshole!”…

The little toad was furious again:

"When our ancestors were awakened, the eighteen generations of your grandfather, grandfather, grandmother, and grandfather were not even born yet. How dare you...

Quack!”

"Do you really think Yang can't kill you?"

Yang Yu's expression darkened, and without waiting for the three-legged golden toad to respond, he flicked his wrist again, activating the Metal Refining Body.

Although this golden cicada has become a spirit, it is still not flesh and blood. It is still the essence of Dao Fruit and various metals. It has been promoted to the second level of the Metal Refining Body, so it can be restrained.

"The immortal body of our ancestors,

You...ah?!"

The shrill scream almost burst Yang Yu's eardrums. The sound made by this fist-sized toad was actually louder than the blood dragon:

"What kind of magical power is this?!"

The three-legged golden toad screamed, horrified to the extreme.

Of course, he did not believe that the mortal who had humiliated him many times before him had the ability to destroy him. His body was far beyond what such an inexperienced mortal could destroy.

However, at this moment, the pain coming from the soul made it scream uncontrollably, and its origin was disappearing.

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

Sensing the huge threat, the little toad gave in immediately. When Yang Yu let go of his hand, the little toad, which was as big as a fist, had shrunk by less than half.

A pair of red eyes the size of mung beans were faintly blue.

"Spare your life!"

Sensing Yang Yu's eyes, the little guy trembled again. Even though he was furious, he no longer dared to say dirty words.

"I ask, you answer."

Seeing that the little guy was submissive, Yang Yu flicked his fingers, and the clouds of golden mist returned and submerged into his body.

This is the essence of gold and iron he drew from the toad.

"……answer."

The three-legged golden toad trembled, and his heart was already half cold. How could the magical power of the person in front of him just restrain him?

"Who built this temple?"

"This Temple of the Patriarch of Conquering Demons was not built in Dayue Blessed Land, but a wild temple built by my master. Therefore, after the great catastrophe came, it became the only temple of Patriarch of Conquering Demons that was not destroyed."

People had to lower their heads under the eaves, and the little toad pinched its nose and endured it, talking angrily about the origin of this ancient temple.

Before ancient times, immortals and gods lived in the world, and the divine court was in charge of the courts of the heavens and ruled over the gods, demons, immortals, demons and Buddhas in all directions.

No one is allowed to build a temple privately without permission. Those who disobey will be killed and their souls will be cast into the eighteenth level of the underworld.

This ancient temple was quietly built by a disciple of the ‘Great Yue Blessed Land’ passed down by Jiutiandang Demon Patriarch, who was kicked out of the gate.

Not long after its establishment, the great disaster came.

Almost overnight, countless demon-conquering ancestor temples all over the world collapsed, but this private temple survived.
To be continued...