Outside Jizhou City, a dark wind swept over the ground.
Lin Mo tightened his grip on the shiny copper coin around his waist, looking at the village swallowed up by the demonic energy in front of him, with a ball of fire burning in his eyes. Three days ago, he was just a scholar in the market waiting to die. Just because he accidentally broke into the Temple of Wealth while drunk and talked nonsense to the statue, he was actually accepted as a disciple by Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth, and he was also given a chubby boy's ingot to attract wealth.
I thought it was a good thing that fell from the sky, but who would have thought that the remnants of the Demon Lord would make a comeback, the Nine-turn Soul Devouring Formation would cover the Netherworld Abyss, the remnant soul of the Demon Ancestor would be revived, and the worlds of immortality and mortal would be in danger.
"Brother God of Wealth, they are here to steal people's food again!" Yuan Bao tugged at the corner of his clothes, his little face full of anxiety.
Lin Mo raised his hand, the Qingming Sword was unsheathed, and the sword light pierced the black mist. He touched Yuan Bao's head and smiled: "What are you afraid of? We are now the people of the God of Wealth. No matter what the devil is, let them first see what it means to save the world with wealth!"
Copper coins broke through the sky, golden light suddenly appeared, and a legend of protecting immortals began.
