"Bang……"

A powerful soul power swept out from Chen Changsheng. The ancient book's body condensed into the shape of the Soochow Cauldron with a buzzing sound, turning into a stream of light, and smashed it towards the golden fruits on the colorful mysterious tree.

The Soji Cauldron swept through, and millions of kilograms of force hit, and countless golden fruits cracked inch by inch. In an instant, hundreds of saints auras emerged from a huge cave.

"Xu... the saint of the void, the saint of the thief, the mysterious saint... so... the will of many saints." A Confucian scholar in the Saint Palace swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He felt the hundreds of different saints in the cave, and suddenly felt the breath of the hundreds of different saints drying out, and even his voice became trembling.

Bai Ningxue, Xie Xin...their faces also turned pale.

Seeing hundreds of saints' phantoms floating out of the golden fruit, their eyes filled with horror and horror. The Confucian scholar of the Saint Palace who was not far from Su Xianhua and Xie Xin trembled for a moment before he said in panic: "Xie... Senior Brother Xie Xin, he... wouldn't he really want to get all the wills of the saints to feed that beast soul?"

"have no idea……"

Xie Xin shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. After all, he is the head of the Academy of Calligraphy, and his vision and experience are not comparable to ordinary Confucian scholars. After watching the battle for a while, he also realized that although the will and aura of these saints were extremely strong, their strength was similar to that of ordinary Tianming Realm warriors.

Not to mention Chen Changsheng's perverted turtle soul, even if he rushed up and fought alone, he might not lose to the will of those saints. Although he had already let go, he felt a strange feeling when he saw the will of those saints being swallowed by Chen Changsheng's turtle soul one by one.

No matter what, the will of those saints were left behind by the sages of their Saint Palace...

"How dare you run to our Saint Palace to run wild?"

"Chess cage heaven and earth..."

"The sky is shook by the sea..."

"Buzz,buzz,buzz?"

“…”

The will of these saints was attacked by the turtle soul as soon as they came out. They immediately became furious, took their own means, and rushed towards the turtle soul.

Even evil heart could see that these saints had not strong will, let alone Chen Changsheng.

"Little thing, so much will should be enough, right?" Chen Changsheng smiled and shook his head, not worried about the turtle soul. In his opinion, unless it is a saint with the Emperor's realm of cultivation, the sages with rigid thinking will not hurt the turtle soul at all.

Pa, pa, pa.

Hundreds of golden fruits fell to the ground and immediately revealed their original appearance. The soft glow filled the entire tree roots instantly.

Chen Changsheng's figure flashed and fell down.

"This... is this the relics of the ancient Buddha of the Holy Kingdom?" Chen Changsheng picked up the gray-white bone scum on the ground, his expression changed slightly, his eyes were filled with horror, and he said, "I remember, this relics of the ancient Buddha of the Holy Kingdom should be a property of the Lingshan Buddha Sect, and were also placed in the Ten Treasures of the Buddha Sect. How could it fall into the hands of the Saint Palace?"

In Chen Changsheng's impression, this Saint Palace, like the Lingshan Buddha Sect, is a well-deserved giant sect. Logically speaking, if such a treasure falls into the hands of the Saint Palace, those bald monks will never give up.

In the immortal world of heaven, there are many rumors about this relic. The ancient Buddha of the Holy Kingdom is one of the three powerful men of the Lingshan Buddha Sect. If the rumors are correct, the relic he left behind can be regarded as a success.

Even a warrior without Buddha root can obtain great Buddhahood if he refines this relic. He can definitely practice the Buddhist practice thousands of miles a day. If he refines the relics of the ancient Buddha of the holy country, he can truly practice his ancient Buddha seal to the extreme.

Even after he refined the destiny, he might be able to create a magical power of Buddhist paths.

Treasures inside the golden fruits are scattered all over the ground.

Seeing the scene under the colorful mysterious tree, not only Bai Ningxue and Lei Xiaoniao, but also the Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace almost popped up their eyes.

"Saint...the heart of a saint?" Su Xianhua looked at the heart next to Chen Changsheng, which was only the size of a fist, but was still beating. He swallowed with a rumble, and his whole body trembled.

"Senior Brother Xiexin, then... is the bottle filled with the holy water of creation in our Saint Palace? I... I heard that just by refining a drop, you can change your physique..." A disciple from the Saint Palace looked at the blue porcelain bottle with a trembling voice.

Xie Xin nodded, and he also noticed that the small porcelain vase at Chen Changsheng's feet had dried up since the thirty-third heavens were destroyed. At this moment, even if it was twenty or thirty meters away, he could feel the scent of the holy water in the small porcelain vase.

Most of the treasures scattered at Chen Changsheng's feet were left by the sages of the Saint Palace, so when they saw these sage treasures, the Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace's eyes straightened.

"Lei Xiao, please help me put away all these things!" Chen Changsheng said lightly. When the Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace saw him trying to escape when they met the Saint Zhu Tian, ​​he could see clearly. Since these treasures were all obtained from the colorful mysterious tree, how could they throw them to these Confucian scholars who had no loyalty to him?

"Yes, young master." Lei Xiaoniao grinned and glanced intentionally or unintentionally. The Confucian scholars from the Saint Palace flashed and put away all the treasures on the ground, spread out their large wings, and said, "Young master, they are all here."

"Um……"

Chen Changsheng nodded, picked up the Saint Heart and the small porcelain bottle, and threw it to Xie Xin and Su Xianhua casually, saying, "These two things should be of great use to you, and I will give it to you."

"Young Master, did you really give it to us?"

Xie Xin and Su Xianhua both trembled slightly, and they looked at Chen Changsheng with excitement.

"Why, don't you want it?" Chen Changsheng smiled.

"Thank you, Young Master." Su Xianhua held the saint's heart and knelt down at Chen Changsheng with a thud. The evil heart on the side was no exception. Although his mind was more calm than that of other Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace, now, he was very excited when he got the holy water porcelain bottle.

"Thunder Soul Pearl..." Chen Changsheng picked up one, condensed with the majestic thunder, and smiled and said, "Lei Xiao, this should be the treasure of the ancient thunder palace! I'll give it to you."

"Thank you, Young Master..."

The thunder bird opened its mouth and swallowed the Thunder Soul Bead. As the worshiping beast of the Ancient Thunder Palace, it naturally knew how great this bead was to its cultivation.

The other Confucian scholars from the Saint Palace saw Xie Xin, Su Xianhua and Lei Xiaoniao, and they all got a treasure. Chen Changsheng seemed to have completely forgotten them, and immediately looked at each other. One of the Saint Palace disciples gritted their teeth and said, "Young Master... Young Master, what about us?"
Chapter completed!