An elder of the Zen Tibetan Temple saw that the Daomen was aggressive, and couldn't help but argue: "Fu Gongzi went to bury Shenyuan, and our temple did not stand idly by, didn't he send seven Vajra monks to protect Fu Gongzi all the way?" Not to mention Fu Gongzi, if this trip is really lifeless, how can our temple abandon the seven Vajra monks? ”

As soon as this statement came out, it was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. The people of the Daomen originally had a deep grudge against the Zen Tibetan Temple, and when they heard the words of the Buddhist elder, they immediately blew up.

The most fierce words are Changchunzi, mother, Jiulian Peak has waited for more than 170 years, and finally has the opportunity to raise his eyebrows, and he actually gave this old bald donkey a burial. Who is tolerable and who is not?

Chang Chunzi angrily fought the bull: "Zen Tibetan Temple that kills people without blinking, you quickly return my Chenxue, otherwise, Nine Lotus Peak will not die with you!" ”

In addition to Zixiao Peak, everyone in the Daomen reprimanded the Zen Tibetan Temple, and the words became more and more difficult to hear.

The haze in Sikong Tu's heart was swept away, and there was an irrepressible smile in his eyes. Fu Chenxue, that big fool, went to bury Shenyuan to die, and there was still a green phoenix left in Nine Lotus Peak, so there was no need to worry. The most important thing at the moment is to find a suitable opportunity to give Jiulian Peak a fatal blow, the sky is going to rain, and the mother wants to get married, and she can't stop it.

Hongren clasped his hands together and smiled, neither arguing nor refutating, letting the dog's blood shower, like a leisurely stroll.

As Fu Chenxue said, you were bitten by a mad dog, do you have to bite a mad dog to feel at ease? Hongren is a wise man, how can he be as knowledgeable as a madman?

Shen Ye complained for the master: "Fu Gongzi went to the burial of Shenyuan, and he is not certain to die. If you are not half sure, how can the abbot of our temple urge him to make the trip? The actions of the burial god abyss are related to the great cause of resisting demons, and it is not a child's play. Fu Gongzi's martial arts are world-renowned, and his luck is not necessarily without the possibility of success. Since he set foot in the cultivation realm, in just over ten days, Fu Gongzi has created many incredible miracles, no one will break his myth in five hundred years, maybe a thousand years, could it be that his miracle journey will stop at the Burial God Abyss? As his friend and fellow disciple, we should have confidence in him, instead of arguing here, we should join hands and do something meaningful, this is what Fu Gongzi wants to see, and it is also our obligation as a human race. ”

The first of the seven killings applauded and said with a smile: "Little monk, good eloquence!" For the first time, the Seventh Master found that in addition to singing, you can also do some meaningful things, such as going to the mortal world to be a beast or a big one, come on! ”

Qinghuang put down the Qinghong Sword and glared at Hongren with hatred.

As the head of the sect, Yun Yanzi's insight is not ordinary after all. Fu Chenxue went to the Burial God Abyss, this is an unchangeable fact, and if the dispute continues, it will only cause new resentment between the sects. He looked at the Taiyi Divine General and asked, "How is the ancestor's injury?" ”

Taiyi God straightened up: "After taking the Sacred Heart Pill of this sect, the injury is no longer serious, and it may improve in two days." If there is anything to say, if the sect is sent, Taiyi will never refuse! ”

"That's good!" Yun Yanzi put his mind at ease and beckoned to Qinghuang again, "Xiaohuang, come here, the ancestor has something to say to you." ”

Qinghuang put away the Qinghong Sword and came to Yun Yanzi's side.

"Xiao Huang, Master Ancestor begs you for something" Yun Yanzi's expression was a little embarrassed, as the head of the super sect in the cultivation realm, it was really difficult to ask for something from his own disciples.

"Although the master commands, whatever I can do, I will never give up!"

"Good, good boy!" Yun Yanzi was overjoyed: "I asked you for a Eight Purple Gold Pill for Taiyi Ancestor." Although the sect has some Dan, it is far inferior in quality to that refined by Chenxue. The ancestor's body needs to recover as soon as possible, and I hope that he can lead the masters of the sect to the Burial Abyss and bring Chen Xue back. I don't know what you think? ”

"The pill is not a problem, but I have a condition!"

"Good boy, don't hesitate to say anything."

"Ancestor is going to bury Shenyuan, and he must let me accompany him."

"That's not a problem, that's exactly what I mean."

Qinghuang Jade flicked his hand, threw two jade bottles, one red and one purple, to Yun Yanzi, and said: "Master, the purple is the Eight Purple Golden Pill, and the red is the Turtle Breath Dragon Blood Pill, both of which are extremely healing pills, you give it to Taiyi Ancestor." If it doesn't work, I still have the three major holy medicines of the Pangu clan, the Nine Tribulations Nine Tribulations Bodhi Pill, and the Chaos Guiyi Pill here."

Nine Dragons Shen Yuan Dan

Nine Tribulations Bodhi Dan

Chaos is one

Everyone stared at the eyes, the ears roared with thunder, the heart exploded, the tears ran, the stomach hurt, and the liver, lungs, spleen and intestines were drawn to a piece In the legends of the ages, the three holy medicines of the Pangu God Clan are all supreme elixirs, and one can make people reborn and reverse life and death, and even the gods covet it. I used to think that legends were unreliable things, but they really exist.

"Giggles" Yun Yanzi opened his mouth wide, and a rooster-like sound came out of his throat, obviously frightened by Qinghuang's words, "Little Huang, do you really have the three great holy pills of the Pangu clan?" ”

Qinghuang didn't speak, and a dark green vial about three inches high appeared in the jade palm, antique, like wood, porcelain and jade, and the elixir was not fragrant before it came out.

Everyone stretched their necks, lest they couldn't see clearly, and they couldn't wait to fly their eyes to the Dan bottle in Qinghuang's hand.

Qinghuang Yu leaned his hand, and did not see the elixir rolling out, but there was a small tree stretched out from the palm of his hand, about three inches high, lush, verdant, and the canopy was covered with clouds and mist, or Jackie Chan and Tiger, or Fengluan, vivid.

There is a stone platform under the tree, a small novice meditates with his eyes closed, wears a golden monk's robe, and puts an incense burner in front of him, like an incense stick inserted in a large rice grain furnace, and the green smoke curls. There are wooden fish copper chimes next to the stove, and the size is similar to millet rice.

In Russia, the sound of the bell chime sounded, and the little novice opened his eyes, knocked on the small wooden fish, and sang harmony: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust"

The sound is as clear as the sound of heaven, which can be heard and heard endlessly.

"Hey, the Ancient Bodhi Tree" Hongren's eyes widened suddenly, and his face showed irrepressible shock.

More people didn't see the way, didn't they want to see Pangu Shengdan? Why did the woman juggle?

Xuanyi, Taiyi and the others were well-informed, and they couldn't help but tremble when they saw this scene, and their thousand-year-old Dao heart was almost wiped out, and they shouted in a lost voice: "Dan Ling is actually a Dan Ling made of the chaotic qi of heaven and earth, Xiao Huang, quickly put it away!" ”

"Buddha Holy Pill!" The faces of the monks of the Zen Tibetan Temple changed greatly, and they roared in unison, the Buddha's heart collapsed, and several red clouds covered the Qinghuang together, snatching the pill in public.

"Leave the Divine Pill!" The people of the Holy Alliance did not stay idle, in addition to hearing the long song of people and being able to hold themselves, the elders hissed and roared, like an evil tiger jumping into a stream, pounced on the green phoenix.

The people of the Daomen had blood-red eyes, hideous as demons, and they also joined in the robbery.

The rest of them all lost their minds, and each of them sent his sword, seeing that a bloodshed was inevitable.