In the deep mountains, the slanting peak where the original body of Zhixian's remains was located had completely sunk into the ground, leaving a large pit with a diameter of nearly 100 miles and a depth of more than 100 miles. In the depths of the crater, red light gushed faintly, and a large amount of magma roared into the sky, bringing a hot trajectory and then slowly falling.

The Ancestor of Jiji and the angry Arhat were suspended above the magma like defeated roosters, gritting your teeth and looking at me, I looked at you, and their teeth were 'rattling'. The golden light of the half body of the ancestor of Qiji flashed like gold, and there was a reclining Buddha looming on it, and the rich Buddha qi continued to pour out from his half of the body. The body below the lower abdomen of the angry Arhat has turned into white bones, and there is still a trace of green gas on the bones, constantly exuding a trembling tyrannical demonic intent.

Except for the two of them, and the Tiger Roar Master who was floating and dying, there were no other monks around. Beggar's desperate plan was too powerful, the earth's spiritual veins collapsed, and the aura of several spiritual veins exploded in an instant, except for the Ancestor of Qiji and the angry Arhat, the other monks present were burned clean by the magma in the center of the earth. Even the few Heavenly Immortals who were originally present had only survived the first wave of Earth Fire impact, and then they were wiped out in the terrifying heat that followed.

What is the Great Paradise Palace, Kinkakuji Temple, and the people who rushed here from the large and small immortal sects around Ancheng were all wiped out, leaving these two lonely people looking at each other with resentment, like a fighting You stare at me, I stare at you. The Tiger Roar Master is all over the body with broken meridians, and his vertebrae have been broken into seventy or eighty segments, and he is only one breath away from death, so he can be regarded as a dead man.

On a white cloud between the two, a huge crystal Ganoderma lucidum rested upright on the white cloud, emitting an alluring purple halo.

The ancestor suddenly coughed violently, he vomited blood, and the blood he spit out was crystal clear like colorful glass, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance. Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the Ancestor of Jiji, the angry Arhat suddenly laughed out loud, but after a few laughs, a large amount of viscous black and foul-smelling plasma gushed out of his mouth.

The two fought with the power of the origin, and the ancestor of Jiji was in the body of the angry Arhat, and the two were fighting happily, but they were ambushed in advance by Beggar, and the two were involved in the terrifying heat of the terrifying spiritual veins that erupted. The furious Arhat had the Qiji Ancestor making trouble inside, and the threat of the spiritual vein erupting outside, and the two were added together, and he was immediately hit hard. As a last resort, the furious Arhat gave up a part of the jīng blood and released the ancestor from his body.

Taking advantage of the sudden weakening of the suppressive power of the angry Arhat, the Ancestor of Jiji struck with all his strength with the evil magic skill, and almost disintegrated the ** of the Angry Arhat, and the demonic qi infected the body of the Angry Arhat, almost polluted the relics of the Angry Arhat, and forcibly knocked out the mana of several Yuan Hui penances of the Angry Arhat.

But the angry Arhat did not make the Angry Arhat feel good, and the Tiger Roar Master saw that the Angry Arhat was in crisis, so he immediately let go out to save his life, and used all the cultivation and jīng qi to fight for his life, and cooperated with the Angry Arhat Jedi counterattack, giving the Angry Arhat an extremely serious blow. The Ancestor of Qiji had just hit the Angry Arhat, and had just rushed out of the body of the Angry Arhat, and when he was proud, he was involved in the terrifying energy madness that erupted from the earth's spiritual veins, and then the Angry Arhat and the Tiger Roar Master joined forces to attack, and the Ancestor of Qiji was also invaded by the Buddha's light, and half of his body was forcibly transformed into gold by the Buddha's power.

The old ancestor of Qiji was fierce and fierce, and he was heavily injured, and he did not forget to use the second demon god clone of the penance to perform magic skills and severely damage the Tiger Roar master, and the result was what he is now.

The Tiger Roar Master had completely lost his combat effectiveness, and the Ancestor of Qiji and the Great Furious Arhat were barely maintaining the cultivation of the thirty-three rank Heavenly Immortals, but the jīng qi in their bodies was also flowing rapidly. If they fight again, I'm afraid they will all die here.

With a dry laugh, the Ancestor of Jiji pointed to the remains of the Zhixian and said with a smile: "We have been calculated by the Jade Xuan! They want to take back the right to rule this county. Hey, we can't fight anymore, or we're all in big trouble. How's the average portion?"

The furious arhat glanced at a touch of spiritual jade powder in the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Zhongzhou Zuo Si Tian Yuxuan." Hey, this hatred, naturally someone went to him to take care of it slowly. The poor monk has already told the master everything here, and the things here will not be counted like this. ”

Wiping the black blood from the corners of his mouth, he said angrily and in a deep voice: "Equal sharing is equal sharing, you and I swear that the things in it must be distributed fairly, and no one wants to take advantage of it." Such a treasure is something that the poor monk wants to take and offer to the master, so you don't have to think of anything else. ”

The Ancestor of Jiji glanced at the Arhat angrily, and he sneered: "It seems that you are the only one who has a teacher? Equally, swear to equally. Who dares to take advantage of the slightest bit more, generations of children and grandchildren are men and nuns and women are monks, all of them have no assholes, yīn yang is reversed, and all fucking give birth to a bunch of freaks!"

The oath of the ancestor of the Jiji was vicious, and he was furious that the arhat's face twitched and twitched, and he was too lazy to bother with this old monster of the Demon Dao, so he simply made an oath. Anyway, he is a Buddhist monk, and he will not have any descendants, and this messy oath will not hurt him.

The two of them made an oath and immediately came to the side of the crystalline Ganoderma lucidum body. Enraged, the arhat carefully took out a crescent moon scimitar that was no more than the size of a palm, and said proudly: "This is the first time that the master shaved the poor monk's ordination knife before the three hundred reincarnations of the poor monk. This treasure is infused with the power of the poor monk for three hundred reincarnations, and it is no weaker than the ordinary medium-grade immortal weapon, and it is just used to split this thing!"

Snorted mockingly, the ancestor of Qiji crooked his mouth, too lazy to talk to the angry Arhat.

Bi Bi respectfully raised the ring knife with both hands, and recited a few words in a low voice, and there was a faint golden light around the angry arhat, which slowly penetrated into the ring knife. The small ring knife suddenly emitted a great light, like a bright moon, dispelling the smoke and fire around them, illuminating the land around the two of them for hundreds of miles. Gently holding the ring knife and waving it downward, this ring knife is worthy of being the thing that the three hundred reincarnations of the angry Arhat carried with him, with the unpredictable magical power of ghosts and gods, and the remains of Zhixian that ordinary immortal weapons could not split at all, were cut off by his fluttering knife.

A wisp of fragrant fragrance erupted from the remains of Zhixian, and the eyes of the Ancestor of Qiji and the angry Arhat lit up, and they all took a deep breath. I felt that this fragrance was flowing through the seven orifices, through the hundreds of bones, and in the eight veins of the strange meridians, as if there was a flexible air flow like mercury, and in the blink of an eye, they felt refreshed, and every pore was spraying out a faint fragrance.

"Zhixian relics, it really lives up to its name!" The two of them inhaled heavily, only to feel warm all over their bodies, and the injuries on their bodies no longer felt pain, they were fluttering all over their bodies, as if they were about to dance in the air, and there were also many illusions in front of them, all of which were the strangeness of the Supreme Demon Realm that they usually saw when they entered the time, or the solemn aura of the Supreme Pure Land.

With a muffled sound, the juice suspended in front of the two suddenly exploded, and the viscous juice spurted out and sprinkled all over the two of them. This viscous juice was extremely vicious, and as soon as it stuck to the two of them, it immediately followed their pores and penetrated their bodies, and began to erode their flesh and blood with a rich aroma. What made the Ancestor of Jiji and the angry Arhat panic was that the corrosive power of this liquid on their ** was so strong, and their demon bodies and magic bodies could not block the invasion of this liquid.

And they didn't know what the origin of the aroma they inhaled, although it couldn't make them unconscious, but it also greatly hindered the flow of their magic yuan power and Buddha power. They were already heavily wounded, and their cultivation was not one out of ten, but now they were re-absorbed by the liquid juice into their bodies, and their cultivation was suppressed by this strange fragrance, and a large number of white and viscous bubbles continued to emerge from their bodies, and their muscles rotted piece by piece, turning into bitter poisonous water.

"Poisonous!" roared angrily.

"Transform yīn water!" "Ancestor of the Devil Rock obviously has a deep understanding of the poison between heaven and earth, and he shouted loudly: "To the thing of the decaying body, even the body of the golden immortal can't stop it! Quickly enter the magma and disperse the yīn water with the help of the geocentric heat, otherwise you and I will not be able to protect the immortal body!"

The old ancestor of Qiji angrily grabbed the white Zhima exposed in the juice, and the angry Arhat watched him reach out to grab it, but he didn't stop it. The ancestor grabbed the Zhima, and then pinched it hard, and with a click, the Zhima shattered into countless white and tender pieces!

"I'll his mother!" Old Ancestor and the angry Arhat shouted at the same time: "Yuxuan, you are so insulting! Radish, you actually use radish to disguise Zhima! Bastard, what if you use a Zhima that is not in the climate? Radish, you actually use radish to bully us!"

The Ancestor of Jiji and the angry Arhat were so angry that the corners of their eyes jumped, and the two of them roared angrily, and at the same time plunged into the magma that was constantly spewing out below, and sank down with difficulty. The underground fire power was extremely abundant, and the two of them worked hard to absorb the underground firepower, and it was difficult to disperse the wanton erosion of the transformation water in their bodies. This incarnation yīn water is extremely poisonous, and it will be expelled cleanly for a while.

The Tiger Roar Master, who was lying on the side, saw that the Ancestor of Qiji and the angry Arhat were being deceived, and he was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"My Buddha is merciful, and now my Golden Pavilion Temple has decayed!" With a wry smile, Master Tiger Roar said in a low voice: "The poor monk will be reincarnated and re-cultivated, and I only hope that in the next life, I can still achieve positive results and re-enter the pure Buddha land!"

A rainbow light rushed out from the center of the eyebrows, and the Buddha light wrapped a relic that was almost shattered, and slowly drilled out of the body of the Tiger Roar Master. The flesh was shattered, the relics were also severely damaged, and the Tiger Roar Master could only reluctantly use the little remaining cultivation to protect a trace of true spiritual reincarnation and re-cultivation, with his roots in this life, it would not take many years in the next life to regain the Arhat Rank Fruit.

But a bronze arm stretched out in the oblique thorn, and a demon god puppet flashed out from the Tiger Roar Master's side, grabbing the Tiger Roar Master's relics. With a cruel laugh, a black viscous demonic flame erupted, and this demon god puppet instantly refined the relics of the Tiger Roar Master, turning it into a powerful jīng pure power that merged into the puppet demon body.

Beggar's voice came from the body of the demon god puppet, and it was like a ghostly whisper.

"Wonderful, within a million miles around He'ancheng, there is now a vacuum, just let me show my strength!"