Just as Qi Ji was talking to Master Zhiyuan, in the midst of that sealing array, thousands of relics rose into the air, each crystal clear and shining with golden light.

Thousands of golden rays shot into the Dharma Bodies of the Five Ming Kings one after another, manifesting the Dharma Bodies of the Five Ming Kings as if they were substances.

The five kings are also majestic. The central Fudo Ming King holds a wisdom sword and points directly at the Yaksha Thousand Nights. The third king of the East descended to the east, and the three pestles smashed fiercely towards the top of Qianye's head. The king of the southern army, each holding a Buddhist magic weapon with eight arms, smashed into the thousand nights. The Great Wei Deming King of the West, with six heads and six legs, is even more fists and feet against the Yaksha Thousand Nights. King Vajra Yaksha of the North, although he is somewhat similar to the Yaksha Thousand Nights, is covered in golden light and is vast and magnificent.

The five Ming kings moved together, beating the Yaksha Thousand Nights, and they were also powerless to resist. He turned a white bone armor into a white bone fork, rushing left and right, but it was still difficult to resist.

The five Ming kings each have one side, some advance and some retreat, and they also secretly combine the way of formation. Yaksha Thousand Nights was besieged in it, and even though he had a thousand abilities, he couldn't break out of it.

At this time, Master Zhiyuan looked at Qi Ji and said slowly: "Donor, thank you for your help today, the poor monk should go." ”

Qi Ji was still wondering what this Master Zhiyuan meant by this.

Master Zhiyuan turned into a streamer and flew into the formation. I saw that under the guidance of Master Zhiyuan's remaining will, the thousands of relics gathered together one after another, turning into an eight-part heavenly dragon, with towering heads and claws, and rushing towards the thousand nights.

Originally, under the siege of the five Ming King Dharma Bodies, Qianye was already invincible with two fists and four hands, and he had been passively beaten. Now Master Zhiyuan has guided thousands of relics to incarnate into eight heavenly dragons, adding more combat power and completely suppressing Qianye.

Qianye suddenly roared: "Old bald donkey, Lao Tzu fought with you!"

The eight heavenly dragons also opened their mouths and said, "This is very good, you and I should have understood this grievance ten thousand years ago." ”

Qianye roared angrily, "I won't die, only you will die." As he spoke, the white bone fork in his hand suddenly ignited a gloomy ghost fire and struck towards the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

The Eight Heavenly Dragons transformed by the relics suddenly opened their huge mouths and spewed out a dragon breath, colliding with the ghostly fire.

The five Ming kings next to him lost the blessing of the relics, and their figures suddenly faded a lot, but they still rushed towards Qianye, and all kinds of Buddhist magic weapons hit him.

At this time, Qi Ji suddenly felt the eight floating slaughter in his body tremble, and he couldn't help but rush out.

The golden light of the eight floating slaughters flickered, and in the body of the tower, the gods and demons were mighty, surrounded by heavenly dragons, flying and dancing, and the fairy sound was faint, as if the realm of bliss was in general.

The master of Zhiyuan, who turned into the Eight Heavenly Dragons, saw this scene, and actually smiled humanely, and made a casual move towards the Eight Floating Slaughter. Qi Ji's Eight Floating Slaughter actually flew towards the Eight Heavenly Dragons transformed by Master Zhiyuan, merging with the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

Master Zhiyuan's voice came from the mouth of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, "Donor, thank you for your help. Don't worry, I won't destroy your Eight Floating Massacres. ”

Subsequently, a mass of Buddha wheels spit out from the mouth of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, which was the Buddha wheel used by the Eight Heavenly Dragons in the second layer of Qi Ji's Eight Floating Sects.

The Buddha's wheel turns, emitting a brilliant golden ray, like a round of scorching sun rising in the abyss of the earth. Under the golden light, the Yaksha roared angrily, as if he couldn't stand the golden light released by the Buddha wheel. doll

The Eight Heavenly Dragons suddenly vomited again, and with a cloud of dragon breath, they rushed towards the Yaksha Chiba with the scorching sun-like Buddha wheel.

Seeing this, Qianye was also shocked, and hurriedly placed the white bone fork horizontally on his chest, trying to block the impacting Buddha wheel.

But at this time, the five Ming kings moved their hands together, and the Ming King threw out the vajra rope without moving, and directly pulled the white bone fork of Qianye. The third king of Ming put the three pestles on Qianye's neck and strangled Qianye's head fiercely.

The eight arms of King Jundariming and the eight kinds of Buddhist magic weapons were inserted into Qianye's back together. Qianye suddenly screamed, and cyan blood spurted out from his back.

With six arms and six legs, King Dawei Deming grabbed Qianye's right hand so tightly that he couldn't resist. On the other side, King Vajra Yaksha also concocted the same method, clasping Qianye's left arm tightly, and it was he who opened his chest.

And at this time, the Buddha wheel conjured up by the eight heavenly dragons, like the scorching sun, suddenly smashed down towards Qianye's chest.

Qianye suddenly screamed, "No, I'm willing, I don't want to die!"

But after he finished shouting, he was silent, and he fell to the ground as if he were pushing the gold mountain and falling to the jade pillar.

At this time, the Dharma Body of King Wu Zunming also gradually dimmed and slowly disappeared. In mid-air, the eight heavenly dragons transformed by Master Zhiyuan slowly opened up to highlight Qi Ji's eight floating slaughter. At the same time, the scales of the eight heavenly dragons began to peel off layer by layer, but what fell was not scales, but the relics that turned gray-white one by one.

The Eight Heavenly Dragons opened their mouths and said to Qi Ji: "I didn't expect the donor to be able to refine and point out the Eight Floating Slaughters, and this is probably the last Eight Floating Slaughters in the Eight Desolation Realm." The poor monk will help you to make these eight floating temples go further. As he spoke, the Eight Heavenly Dragons suddenly dispersed.

Most of the relics in the sky lost their brilliance and turned gray-white, while the remaining hundreds of relics flew towards the Eight Buddhas in unison, and they were embedded in the Eight Buddhas.

I saw that the light of the eight floating slaughters suddenly soared, and hundreds of relics melted into them, and the spirituality of the eight floating slaughters suddenly increased greatly. The artifacts of each layer became more and more vivid, and the magic weapons among them were also dazzling, and they all turned into treasures, raising the grade of the entire Eight Floating Slaughter.

Even the Xuan Lao in the Xuantian Pagoda exclaimed again and again: "With the blessing of hundreds of high monks' relics, the Eight Floating Slaughter has been raised to the level of a top-level treasure weapon, even if it is not an immortal weapon, it is not much better." ”

Qi Ji was also secretly happy when he saw this, he originally wanted to steal a large number of spiritual materials to improve the grade of the Eight Floating Slaughters, but he didn't expect that the spiritual materials were not stolen, but with the help of Master Zhiyuan, the Eight Floating Slaughters were brought closer to the next level.

By the time the Eight Futu Guanghua converged and returned to Qi Ji's hands again, the remnants of the thousands of relics and Master Zhiyuan's will had also disappeared.

Qi Ji looked into the air, bowed down and said: "Thank you for the generous gift of the master, if I meet someone in the Buddhist sect in the future, I will definitely take more shelter." ”

While Qi Ji was talking, the Yaksha Qianye, who had lost his life, suddenly let out a muttering sound. Qi Ji was taken aback, and said secretly in his heart: "Isn't this guy dead yet?"

At this moment, I saw that in the belly of Qianye, it suddenly burst, and a young man with indigo skin crawled out of it. While crawling out, he also scolded: "Old bald donkey, if you want to kill Lao Tzu, go dream." ”

Seeing this, Qi Ji suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, the remaining consciousness of Master Zhiyuan has dissipated, and the remaining hundred or so relics have been integrated into the Eight Floating Slaughter. With Qi Ji's strength, he is not the opponent of this Chiba at all.

Moreover, Tianyuan is located in a deserted place, and there will be no senior masters to come, only Qi Ji and the boyish Qianye are left here.