At the same time, Lu pressed Daojun's Huoyan Temple. [No pop-ups. 】

Lu Jian slammed the Yuan Destroying Sword to the ground viciously, and the anger churning in his eyes was even more blazing than his former magic weapon, Jiuxiao Yanyang.

Yes, ever.

Jiuxiao Yanyang is also a flood artifact, and it is also a top-level flood artifact, which is extremely powerful. If the Linglong Pagoda containing the Xuanhuang Qi of Heaven and Earth represents the starting point of this world, then the Nine Heavens Yanyang, which can destroy everything, is the end of this world.

However, because the Nine Heavens Yanyang can be restrained by the Chaos Kun's Hell Xuanbing, it cannot be counted as a creation artifact. Because the artifact of creation cannot be flawed.

The Sword of Destroying Yuan is a divine weapon forged by Zixian with the power of the supreme wood spirit, nourished by Nuwa's Nine Heavenly Rest, and blessed by the luck of the Linglong Pagoda.

In the five elements, water gives birth to wood, and wood makes fire. The Yuan Destroying Sword is not afraid of the water-based magic weapon, the Hell Xuanbing. And after Jiuxiao Yanyang was absorbed by the Exterminating Yuan Sword, the power of the fire spirit emitted was even better than before.

After that earth-shattering explosion, the Yuan Destroying Sword had already crossed the last bottleneck as an artifact. However, it is not a creation artifact, but a world-destroying artifact on the contrary.

When he saw that the Yuan Destroying Sword had absorbed the Nine Heavens Yanyang, although Lu Jian was surprised, he was full of joy. Especially when he saw the world-destroying divine light flickering on the sword, this joy reached the extreme.

However, just when Lu Jian brought the Yuan Destroying Sword back to the Huoyan Shrine and wanted to test its power with joy, he found that he couldn't drive it no matter what.

"How unreasonable, why is this happening?!" Lu Zhuan Daojun roared, and one after another blood-red fire spirit power came out through his palm, slamming the body of the Yuan Destroying Sword lying on the ground.

The Yuan Destroying Sword trembled slightly, and let out a sword roar.

"Do you listen to the gods?" Lu Jian Daojun condensed more fire spirit power and struck at the Yuan Destroying Sword even more ferociously.

The light of the Yuan Destroying Sword gradually dimmed, and the flames burning on the sword's body were also extinguished.

"This is?!" Lu Jian hurriedly stopped, he didn't want to really destroy this supreme divine weapon.

Lu Jian stepped forward, picked up the Yuan Destroying Sword, which had become no different from the mortal sword, and said coldly: "This god has time to grind with you, one day." You will willingly be driven by God! ”

"You're dreaming." The Exterminating Yuan Sword thought secretly.

When Jianwei was dying, he condensed all his mana and spiritual power on the Yuan Destroying Sword, and when he died, a wisp of divine soul floated into the fused sword, so that the Yuan Destroying Sword had a part of his consciousness.

Lu Jian Daojun stuffed the Yuan Destroying Sword into his Qiankun bag. Turned around and went to the dormitory.

The style of the Huoyan Temple and the Xuantian Temple is very different.

The main hall of the Xuantian Temple is gorgeous and solemn, the dormitory is fresh and elegant, and there are many soft cloud embellishments in the middle, which is very comfortable and comfortable.

And the Huoyan Temple, whether it is the main hall or the dormitory, the overall color tends to be a strong red. Occasionally, there are some flames dotted in between, which makes people feel panic and fear inexplicably.

Nuwa was lying on the big red bed, surrounded by dancing flames, reflecting her golden snake god red.

Feeling some violent aura around her, Nuwa moved uneasily and curled up her body tighter.

"Are you not used to sleeping? It's okay, I can turn this place into what the Xuantian Temple looks like. ”

Lu Jian said, with a wave of his hand, the dormitory that was still full of blood and flames just now became exactly the same as Nuwa's dormitory in the Xuantian Temple in the blink of an eye.

Nuwa gradually relaxed, breathing lightly and evenly.

"If only I could keep you here forever. How nice that would be. Lu Jian said, sighing.

She wouldn't want to. Even, when she woke up and found that she had been carried here, she would be furious.

What would she say? Scold yourself for being shameless and shameless, and then grit your teeth and say that you don't want to see yourself again?

Perhaps. Hasn't she always had this attitude towards herself for so many years?

Even in the years when she didn't cultivate fan, Nuwa never looked at herself squarely.

"Huh." Lu Jian smiled helplessly, smiling bitterly and desolately: "Why are you all so desperate for Xiufan." You're like this, even a sword can't get along with this god. Xiu Fan, Xiu Fan, you are really a demon. ”

……

Patriarch Bodhi returned to his own immortal palace in the Eight Heavens with a heavy heart. I saw Sun Wukong standing under the Bodhi tree in the front yard of the Asgard Palace waiting for him.

After becoming a Buddha, Wukong was a lot more stable, and when he stood there without saying anything or moving, he really looked like a Buddha.

"Master!" Wukong saw Patriarch Bodhi come back, and hurriedly greeted him.

Patriarch Bodhi was stunned. On that occasion, in order not to be implicated, he said a decisive word to his beloved disciples. thought that Wukong would never recognize him as a master again, but who would have thought that he would take the initiative to find him today.

I couldn't help but feel happy on my face, and wanted to touch Wukong's head like before, but my hand reached halfway through as if I remembered something, and suddenly shrank back.

Patriarch Bodhi looked awkwardly, his voice cold with a hint of bitterness: "You recognize the wrong person." I'm not your master, your master is a Buddha of Zhantan Merit, not me. ”

"Master, you will always be Wukong's master. You taught me all my skills, so how can you not admit it? ”

Patriarch Bodhi was stunned, and all kinds of feelings of sweet, sour, bitter and salty in his heart came up together. That's it, no matter what the world thinks, no matter what Tang Xuanzang thinks, as long as Wukong still recognizes himself as a master, then why should he care so much?

"You troublesome monkey." Patriarch Bodhi reprimanded lightly, and his eyes were already red.

"Hehe, Master, you still recognize me, Wukong is so happy. My master recognizes me, ahahaha! Sun Wukong said, jumped up happily, jumped from the ground to the Bodhi tree, and then turned over to the eaves of the fairy palace.

Seeing Wukong so happy, the only sadness that Patriarch Bodhi had disappeared. smiled and said to Wukong, who was patting his thigh on the eaves and smirking: "It's so unorthodox to become a Buddha, come down quickly." ”

Hearing this, Wukong jumped down from the eaves and jumped in front of the Bodhi Patriarch.

Patriarch Bodhi pulled Wukong to sit down at the stone table in front of the court, and Wen Yan asked, "Wukong, are you doing well in the Western Heaven Buddha Realm?" ”

"It's not good, it's not interesting at all, it's still my Huaguo Mountain." Sun Wukong said bluntly.

Patriarch Bodhi nodded knowingly: "Well, Master knows. Don't talk about you, even if you are a teacher, you are not very willing to deal with those Buddhas who are stuffy. It's hard to believe that you can spend so much time with them. ”

"Hehe, Master still understands me."

Patriarch Bodhi nodded Wukong's head: "But you can only say this to Master." It's really not easy for you to cultivate the golden body, but don't offend people because of the speed of your tongue for a while. (To be continued.) )