Reaching out and gently patting Shangguan Ye's face, he watched the fine sweat slowly sliding down his sideburns. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I've returned to my soul, the master of the door is different, and he will call someone, call, you can call me another one. Isn't the Heavenly General amazing?" Shangguan Ye's face was extremely embarrassed, a person who has been practicing for hundreds of years, was slapped in the face like this, not to mention what it felt like in his heart.

He opened his mouth and didn't say a word.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I will kill you and I will ask for my loss. Give you a chance, bring three treasures, move your Feixian Gate to Bibo Pond thousands of miles away, and let you go, otherwise there will be no need for Feixian Gate to exist, but I don't know if you want to burn or flood?"

didn't wait for Shangguan Ye to reply, and slapped his dantian, and a stream of yellow spring water mixed with demonic energy appeared on Shangguan Ye's mind.

"Leave the ring, erase the imprint of your mind, give you three days, you can't do it in three days, I believe you haven't seen the water of the Yellow Spring, corroding the mind. When he mentioned Shangguan Ye's robe, he didn't reply at all, he threw it out directly, and returned to the island in the middle of the lake in a flash, looking at the island in the middle of the lake that was shrouded in fog again, Shangguan Ye, who had just stabilized his body, had a blue and red face, flicked his sleeves, and flew towards the Feixian Gate.

This time it can be said that there is a heavy loss, a group of people, only he is like a microphone, still alive, the rest of the people have long been turned to ashes, what is even more heartbreaking is that there is one less ancestor in the sky, and the others will definitely be held accountable, and when the time comes, if one is not handled well, it will be finished.

The most important thing at the moment is to face the situation in front of you, how to deal with the conditions of the demons, the foundation of the Feixian Gate has been settled here for so many years, where can you give up easily, if this monster is introduced into the door, with some arrangements in the door, there is no chance to kill him, but this monster is extremely cunning, and there is no intention of entering the urn.

Looking at the yellow water snake hovering upside down in his mind, he was helpless for a while.

Here, Chongjiu can't manage so much, and the most important thing now is to hide the treasure of the island in the middle of the lake. When I first returned to Bibotan, before I had time to take a closer look, I ran into the people of Feixian Gate, and after dealing with so many things, I calmed down.

The volcano erupted, forming a small volcanic lake, and a red lotus actually grew in the middle of the lake, which was buried for a long time, and was always sealed.

Chongjiu estimated that even if Baxia had stayed in this place for three hundred years, he had not found this red lotus. Red flowers and green leaves, a bud to be released, slim and elegant, particularly cute.

Chongjiu guessed that the power of water and fire in the ground was absorbed by the Liangyi Banner and used as the energy for the operation of the large array, and this seed had always had a chance to grow, but the vitality of the innate spiritual creature was so strong that it lost its suppression and exploded all at once.

No wonder Chongjiu didn't find this treasure at the beginning, if he hadn't come back in time, maybe this red lotus would have been ruined by the people of the Flying Immortal Gate or leaked the news. Although I don't know if it's a spiritual root at that level, it's enough for Chongjiu, who is still very weak.

Heaven and earth spiritual objects are not uncommon in this world, but the lotus is different, the most famous is the red flower, green leaves and white lotus of Sanqing, the white lotus of the Western religion, and the blood lotus of the ancestor of the Styx, which shows the extraordinaryness of this kind of thing.

It took a lot of thought to imitate the two ritual arrays of water and fire, gather spiritual energy, and cover up the heavenly opportunity. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and the agreed time was almost up at this time, Chongjiu breathed a sigh of relief, flew up, and fell into the slanting peak of the north peak.

Jin Wuxi fell, and Shangguan Ye was still missing, Chongjiu felt that he should have escaped or died. stood up, and at this time, I saw a speeding figure from a distance, it was Shangguan Ye.

After a while, he flew to Chongjiu's side, his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't say anything, and threw over a white jade plate, a black piece of wood, the size and thickness of a child's arm, and there was no purple thunder flashing on it, plus a blood-red spear head.

"Exquisite jade plate, there is a cover of the heavens, the role of early warning, the inferior innate spirit treasure, other magical powers are unknown, no one in the Flying Immortal Gate has ever been recognized by it, ten thousand years of peach wood, the tribulation failed, leaving so many peach wood hearts in vain, it has a great effect on cultivation, and it is calm. This spear head was obtained by my three generations of ancestors, I don't know what kind of artifact, nothing can hurt the slightest, it seems to contain a huge fierce aura inside, and the three generations of ancestors are also the only ancestors in the history of our sect. The most important treasure of my door is the Feixian Seven Peaks of the Feixian Gate, which is refined by the first generation of ancestors, that is, where our mountain gate is located, the foundation, the seven peaks seal, can never be given to you, if you have to want this treasure, you can only fish and die and break the net. A month later, we withdrew from the Bibotan realm, and all the responsibility is attributed to me, I don't know if you are satisfied?" Shangguan Ye said these words in a hoarse tone.

Playing with the 10,000-year-old lightning strike peach wood heart, the thunder flashed on it, did it reach Chongjiu's palm, his heart was quiet, extremely comfortable, and then looked at the white jade plate, there was no reaction, but there was no doubt, knowing that the innate spirit treasure was not refined, and the magic power was not obvious. But the half of the blood-red spear head, I don't know whose weapon it was, even if it was broken, the anger on it did not weaken in the slightest.

As if he was born a murderous thing, what was even more frightening was that Chongjiu felt that this was far from its limit, just like an iceberg underwater, and he felt that it was only the tip of it.

"Okay, good, I'm satisfied, we'll see you back. Chongjiu stretched out his hand and beckoned, and the water of the Yellow Spring was withdrawn.

"You can go. “

Shangguan Ye didn't say much, the coming day is long, let's ride a donkey to read the record book, and we'll see.

covered it up well, and there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he flew away without looking back.

They both know in their hearts that this is a mortal enemy, but what can it be, Chongjiu will not easily abandon Bibotan's family business, and it is impossible for Feixianmen to find another general, and it is impossible for Chongjiu to go to Feixianmen to wipe out Feixianmen, thankless, and hurt them.

-for-tat against Maimang, and later.

This night, Chongjiu held the peach wood heart in his hand to cultivate, and it really got twice the result with half the effort, and it was extremely smooth, stretching his waist, the weather outside was a little gloomy, as if it was going to rain, and the breath of volcanic ash had disappeared after such a long time, but the air was a little dull and a little humid.

A very fat two-headed bird galloped over Bibo Pond, Chongjiu licked the corners of his mouth, he hadn't opened the meat for a long time, he had a day off today, and he had a tooth sacrifice, although he was a monster, but the character of a foodie was still left.

Just prepared, hit the bird, his heart moved, only to see two lasers in the sky, looking around, and finally gradually disappearing, after a long time, there was a wave of fluctuations in the air, if it wasn't for Chongjiu's current mental sensitivity and abnormality, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

His chest trembled, and he stretched out his hand, and a bloodshot appeared in the center of the white exquisite jade plate, which was very thin, but when placed on the white jade plate, it was particularly conspicuous.

"Is it related to me again? Red, the color of blood? Is that monkey born?"

Such a vision of heaven and earth, when only one person in the desolate world was born, it was born, and that was the monkey.

Calculate the time, the monkey was born from birth, lived in Huaguo Mountain for more than 300 years, and then learned the art of rotten peach mountain and ate peaches for seven years, and then Bodhi Patriarch taught seventy-two somersault clouds, after leaving the teacher, returned to Huaguo Mountain to occupy the mountain as the king, and after a period of time, the gang formed a faction and made a big fuss in the heavenly palace, which added up to almost a hundred years, and added the five hundred years under the Five Elements Mountain, on the way to learn the scriptures, it took six or seven years to Bibotan, that is, more than nine hundred years.

A big drama, starting with the birth of a monkey, kicked off, and then various characters, you sing and I appear, it is really exciting.

"Funny, funny, haha" Chongjiu suddenly laughed.

With such a wonderful stage, it would not have lost a lot of color without my participation.

It's time to plan well and prepare for the future.

At this time, thirty-three days above, an old man who was closing by the Dan furnace in the Hated Heaven Tushi Palace slowly opened his eternal eyes, slowly glanced at them, and closed them again.

The Yuan Shi Tianzun who was preaching in Kunlun Mountain suddenly paused, and the disciples below who were listening to it were at a loss, and were just about to ask a question, but they were stopped by the Primordial Tianzun raising his hand and speaking again.

A handsome young man with a cloak in Biyou Palace, hummed all his life, and then lay back on the jade bed again, lifeless, the huge Biyou Palace, there was no one, only a green cow lying at the door, snoring and sleeping.

Wa Palace, a beautiful woman, looking at the next session, her eyes showed a look of love and worry, which couldn't help but make people feel distressed.

The Zhun Ti sage and the leading sage who were discussing the scriptures next to the Eight Treasure Pond in the West looked at each other and smiled, and everything was not serious.

As for the others, what to do and what to do. In addition to the Heavenly Court's Shunfeng Ear and Clairvoyance to probe, a report, and finally it was over.

At this time, Chongjiu didn't know that the six saints had their own thoughts, but they were just thinking about what they should do in the past nine hundred years, not to mention anything else, at least to find a columnar thigh, not to report the saint's thigh, and not to die don't want it.

It's miserable~!

But the saints only hear their names and do not see their people. Don't think about Buddhism, there is no love for Buddhism, Nuwa Niangniang, this is also excluded, it seems that I have never heard of it, and the Nuwa sage has accepted disciples.

The rest is left, Sanqing, the leader of the Tongtian Sect, since the battle of the gods, he has been disheartened and completely disappeared.

Yuan Shi Tianzun, this is okay, although the second generation of disciples is not very competitive, but among the three generations of disciples, there are many outstanding ones, Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and there are many treasures. The key is that Yuan Shi Tianzun has a stinky problem, look at his heels, Chongjiu is a landing phoenix, in a word, in the eyes of others, it is not as good as a chicken.

As for Taishang Laojun, this can only depend on fate, and it is estimated that the odds of worshipping under the sect of people are about the same as winning the lottery. Chongjiu doesn't expect to become a second-generation disciple, he can become a third-generation disciple or even a fourth-generation disciple.

The point is that there is no such opportunity.

It's a good shade under a big tree, or you can become a big tree yourself and enjoy the shade for others.

For the time being, I can only take one step at a time, make complete preparations, but I can't do it, I throw myself into Buddhism, anyway, Buddhism is miscellaneous, there is everything, mixed with a regular preparation, pulling tiger skin.

The most important thing at the moment is to hone a skill. The monkey's golden hoop stick, Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife, Nezha's three-headed and six-armed knife, and the fairies and monsters all have the most suitable choices, and Chongjiu has already thought of his own path.

took it out, a silver spear, it was left by the heavenly general, that's it, how to practice the gun, the best way, is the army.