As he spoke, he jumped out of the barrier of "drawing the ground as a prison".

"Well, at that time, just like now, I walked in as soon as I lifted my feet, and I didn't feel the divine light blocking me. ”

"Draw the Ground as a Dungeon" is a forbidden space defense spell that works once. As soon as Chang Kaishen came out of the enchantment, the eggshell-shaped glass divine light immediately collapsed into dots of light.

The Supreme Elder of the Maha Wuliang Palace and the Jindan Zhuji were all dumbfounded.

The "painting the ground as a prison" opened by the Buddha himself could not have been eroded by the defensive array of the treasure house for thousands of years, and it had already existed in name only, right? If I had known that it would be so simple to make the Eighth Master Ancestor break the threshold, I could also come over and give him a sword! At that time, with this merit, it would not be trivial to casually ask him for the best medicinal food.

"What fucking shit luck. The Master of the Ming Dao muttered a grumble inaudibly.

"Don't underestimate shit luck. Hui Bixiang glanced at Ming Dao lightly, causing the latter's neck to shrink: "The rarest thing for us cultivators is chance—what is chance? To put it bluntly, isn't it shit luck?"

"What the Eighth Master Ancestor said is that this year's Dharma generation is indeed the generation of diamond diamonds with the deepest opportunity and the fattest quality in the past generations of this sect. "The Supreme Vajra Sanzang seized every opportunity to show his merits: "Fak oil is also the most outstanding and powerful one among their generation......"

"I can see it if you don't say it. Hui Bixiang sighed deeply: "If Senior Brother Hui Bisu is still here, I will definitely be proud to see that this sect has given birth to a martial saint." ”

"Fak Oil is not just revealing the Truth Martial Saint!" "Vajra Sanzang waved his hand and sprinkled an enchantment, separating all the perceptions of the disciples of the Treasure Academy in the distance, "As soon as he entered the door, he realized the eighth sense of Ariya Consciousness, and also condensed the Wood Analysis Divine Gang and the Red Luan Sha!"

"Didn't this monkey say that he had only been in the house for four days?" Ebixiang, who had seen countless winds and waves, couldn't help but be stunned, and his knee seemed to be hit by an arrow: "It only took four days for him to have such a cultivation ......"

Monk Shi was silent for a while, stretched out his finger and swiped lightly in the air, and immediately a long crack like a mussel's lips appeared in the air.

This is the "True Domain" of the Infant Monk. An independent phase space that intercepts heaven and earth to fertilize itself, used to store treasures has the miraculous effect of freezing time and carving a boat for a sword, and it is completely bound to the divine consciousness, and it belongs to the top warehouse that cannot be plundered.

After reaching into the "True Domain" and touching it for a long time, Ebika pulled out a black-looking gnocchi.

"A real monk of the Maha Immeasurable Palace, he only eats authentic Maha Immeasurable Palace steamed buns. This very handsome and young ancestor really has a childlike heart, and he didn't say that he would find a dress to help him cover his shame first, but grabbed the black lump and waved his arm to advertise.

This seems to be a very well-known stalk, but the problem is that it is not thousands of years ago, and none of the monks of the Maha Immeasurable Palace present felt that there was any laughing point in this, and they all looked at the Eighth Master Ancestor blankly.

"In my early years, when I was still in the ancestral garden of Moji Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou, I used the "Buyuan Steamed Bun" made by myself according to the ancient recipe of "Qingjingxuan" with the Nuan Bu Luo Guo, the Nu Bi Luo Guo, the Mo Du Luo Guo, the Zabi Ta Guo, the Ahmad Luo Guo, the Zhen Du Jia Guo, the Wu Tan Ba Luo Guo, the Mao Sha Guo, the Nali Luo Guo, the Pansa Guo and the Zhanbu Luo Guo. Hui Bixiang smiled wryly, split the black steamed bun into two pieces, and gave half to Zhuang Yuanlang: "The law is not taken lightly, and the merit is not wasted." In order to thank you for the help you gave me, this half of the steamed bun was given to you—dividing it into ten parts, it should be more than enough for you to ascend to the true yuan needed to build the foundation. ”

At this moment, I don't know how many Zhuji monks and Jin Dan with shallow eye plates bulged out their eyes.

Nima: This black steamed bun is actually made from twelve kinds of spiritual fruits according to the ancient method?

With only half of it, you can replenish nearly 100,000 revolutions of true yuan?

Chang Kaishen took half of the steamed bun in a daze, don't look at this thing as an ugly mess, but it is not at all like other Linggu immortal grains that overflow a large amount of spiritual energy, you must use your divine sense to carefully probe in order to feel the majesty and vastness of the connotation, and the workmanship is obviously strong in the sky.

After the gang of old men left, Evil Moon ran over to join Zhuang Yuanlang with a frightened face.

"You shouldn't be a character generation, you should be an evil character generation, how can there be a newcomer like you in the world?" This heavy-tasting sissy sighed with emotion: "The old lady can't accept it! You dare to chop the cock of the Eighth Master!"

"I don't know who he is, and if I did, I wouldn't dare. Chang Sang was a little scared when he thought about it, fortunately, the credit for helping to break the threshold is not small, fortunately, the Yuanying monks have the ability to heal themselves from broken limbs......

"How could you not even know this?"

"Dude is just a wild seedling halfway through. As for the early history of this sect, I only know that it was less than three months before my ancestor came to Xiaofozhou from Xiniu Hezhou to open a mountain and set up a cabinet, and he was swept thirteen times a month on average, and six brothers died within a year - no one has ever told me that this master and Buddha also have a brother who has survived to the present!"

"No one is still alive as the Eighth Master Ancestor, and the whole sect has long thought that he has turned into a real stone man! He participated in the "Stone Rotten Zen" on the eve of the ascension of the Master Buddha, which has been more than 4,000 years ago, and for such a long time, he has long exceeded the longevity of the Yuanying Monk!" Evil Moon tilted her head and smashed her mouth: "Fuck, this old coffin can live for so long, isn't it because he is the "Medicine Fork Deva"?"

""Medicine Fork Deva"?" Chang Kai Shen said, Buddhism has no tradition of alchemy, has always only cooked medicinal food, and the Buddhist cultivators who are responsible for this business are collectively called "medicine forks"; as for "Deva", it is an ancient Sanskrit honorific title, which means "the most victorious person in heaven", and this kind of honorific title is not a product of self-amusement for Buddhist practitioners, it must be recognized at the "assembly assembly" once every thousand years.

As the largest Dharma meeting of Buddhist monks, every time it is assembled, all the Buddhist sects in the entire East China Sea Wuyu will participate, and the Buddhist monks who can get the Sanskrit title at the "assembly meeting" are all brilliant contemporary Shamen Tianjiao.

Through a simple fact, it can be explained how Niu Boyi's "Medicine Fork Deva" honorific title is - the ancestor "Ebisu" was known as the first master of Xiaofozhou back then, but when he lived in the old man's house, he did not win the "Po Si Ni" (Fighting Victory) honorific title at the "Assembly Conference", which symbolizes unparalleled combat strength.

"Since he is a "medicine fork Deva", it must not be difficult for him to get himself some life-prolonging medicinal food. Zhuang Yuanlang looked down at the half of the black steamed bun in his hand, and slapped it into the treasure bag without a trace.

"It may also have something to do with his roots, the lifespan of demon monks is generally longer than that of us human monks. ”

"What do you mean - Eighth Master Ancestor Hui Bixiang is a demon cultivator?"

"What's so strange about this? Isn't this master Buddha just a bee demon who has built a twelve-story building and turned into a humanoid form?" Evil Moon flicked an orchid finger: "I've heard people say before that the Eighth Master Ancestor seems to be a "feathered neon" that has been ......formed."

"Neon Spirit?" Champion suddenly wanted to laugh. He checked Zhizhu by the way, and found that the master Buddha is the demon bee of the ninth level of the second grade "Ice Spirit Xuanhe Bee", and to this day, the Lamp Treasure Hall still enshrines the hair loss when the ancestor shaved the monk, this discovery made his eyes a little bad.

"Yes, you see how much Peugeot he is. The head of the group is large, the ears are hanging down the shoulders, the flesh is tender and scraped, and the skin is delicate and delicate. Evil Moon was faintly worried: "Our Maha Infinite Palace is now all human, you said that when the Eighth Master Ancestor understands the situation after a while, will he turn around and run to the side of the Demon Mountain to help the abuse?"

"Salty and don't worry about it, who the do you think you are?

The two of them quarreled a few words, and went to the treasure courtyard to register today's catch one by one.

Three hundred bottomed Capricorn fish are only worth twenty spiritual sand, but the excess Capricorn fish head can take one-tenth of the total output of spiritual sand.

Evil Moon earned more than two hundred spirit sand for today's ticket, and her hands trembled excitedly. Before partnering with Zhuang Yuanlang, he caught at most three or five more Capricorn fish a day, how could he get so many more at once like today.

"Let's go for a walk, let's go to the Fang Market to drink flower wine, the old lady is in for a treat!"

Chang Sang was originally quite interested, but not long after he hit the road, he regretted it.

"Sister Yue, let's go to Fang City, why don't we just go to the Great Movement Teleportation Circle of the Treasure Courtyard?

"God of Wealth, the Great Shifting Array needs three grains of spiritual sand for every hundred miles of transmission, and we can control the flying needle ourselves, and we can run three thousand miles in three turns!

“..............................”

After leaving the Liancheng Mountain Range, Evil Moon flew forward with him for more than half an hour before landing on a stream that flowed deep in the primeval rainforest.

"Where is Fang City?" Chang Kaishen washed his face in the stream, and didn't find any people around, all of them were full of primitive wildness, and under his nose, there was a group of spotted wild boars who actually snorted, curled their tails, and swaggered to the stream to drink water.

"The old lady knows that you wild seedlings don't know anything about our cultivation realm. Sister Yue told him that the entrance to Fang City was near the left, and asked him to look for it carefully to see if he had that eyesight.

Chang Kaishen swept his senses, jumped to the opposite side of the stream, and kicked the two Hu Lu who were lying on the shore lazily drying their bellies into the water one by one, and fixed his eyes on a three-zhang tall old tree.

The old tree had a thick waist, and its noduled trunk split into nine branches, with nests on it.

Nearby, there is a certain amount of aura overflowing from its body.

Zhuang Yuanlang lightly slashed the tree with the Ancient Dragon Sparrow Sword a few times, cutting the blood straight out, and there was a loud sound.

Sure enough, it's a demon tree that doesn't go into the stream.