The voice was aggressive and threatening, and everyone looked at each other, and they all read the horror in the eyes of both sides.

The voice continued: "As long as you hand over the treasure pillow, you can not be blamed for killing my first great disciple, otherwise, you will be dead!" ”

Now it seems that they are facing a big choice, either to give up the three-color silver ingot pillow, or to unite the people in the cave and fight to the death.

Giving away treasures can certainly save people's lives.

If we do a battle to the death, we have just experienced a big war, exhausted, difficult to resist, and Baima is prepared to wait for work, it can be said that choosing this path is no different from suicide.

Besides, even if it is handed over, the other party may not be able to keep its promise, let us live, and it is more likely to kill us all.

The fat man slapped the coffin, shook up a burst of dust, and scolded: "Fuck, let's just smash the three-color silver ingot pillow, break the cauldron and sink the boat, and then go out and fight with the lama!" ”

Needless to say, the three-color silver ingot pillow was in Tang's father's hands at this time, but in order to keep the treasure pillow, he was willing to give up his arm to do the game, this thing must be very important in his heart, if he wanted to do this, most of them would not be willing.

Father Tang's face was vicissitudes, and half of his sleeves were empty, but seeing that the public's eyes were focused on him, he sighed and said, "It's not that someone Tang pities the treasure for his own selfish interests, but this matter is very important, this thing is a token handed down by the ancestor of the Tantric Sect, and Bai Ma got it, and he will definitely use this to reorganize his forces and harm one party." The Japanese wanted to use it to assassinate important people in China. Now that it's here, I'm going to have to crush it! ”

Let's take out the three-color silver ingot pillow and slash the former with a Tang knife.

I was about to stop him, but he had already raised his sword, and the thousand-year-old antiquities suddenly turned into pieces and lost their glory.

At this time, the ground shook slightly, the dust fell everywhere, and people couldn't open their eyes, and they heard an angry voice in their ears: "How can this be reasonable, toasting without eating and drinking, and destroying the treasure pillow." Then don't blame me for going on a killing spree! ”

As soon as the words fell, there was silence for a moment, and a burst of Sanskrit music sounded around.

The dust that fell turned into fragrant petals, which fell on everyone's heads and clothes.

I also have it on me, but strangely only Xuan Bei didn't, and the petals fell on him and quickly turned into nothing, like snow falling into the soup.

My eyes widened and I exclaimed, "Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers? ”

The Celestial Maiden Scattered Flowers are derived from Buddhist scriptures. It is said that when the Buddha learned from afar that his proud disciple Vimajie preached the scriptures, he sent the Heavenly Maiden to test the learning situation of the disciples. The Celestial Maiden carried a basket of flowers, walked elegantly, came to the earthly world and looked down, and saw that Vimojie was indeed lecturing with everyone. Immediately, the basket full of flowers was dispersed, and the disciple Sariputta was covered with flowers. Everyone was amazed, and the goddess said: "The habit is not finished, and the flowers are solid; Those who have exhausted their habits will not be able to spend themselves. Sariputta knew that his practice was not enough, so he studied harder and harder.