Long Yunxiao's flower branches are trembling wildly, which is very imageless. She leans forward and backward, her body curves are undulating, and her charming charm in an instant makes people fall in love with her and cannot extricate themselves.
"Miss, image!"
Uncle Hei was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, wishing he could strangle Jun Tian to death. Does this kid want to be with a 'rich woman'?
How could they understand Jun Tian's hatred for Tonggu Hunting? If it weren't for the strong men here like clouds and the saints flying across the sky, he would dare to kill all the strong men from Tonggu Hunting!
Juntian is not without this ability. Although he is still at the Daozang level, the Jidao Golden Body in the extreme realm gives him super combat capabilities.
"What makes you so happy? Can you tell me something about it?"
The indifferent words suddenly came out, the sky gradually became gloomy, and an extremely terrifying holy power filled the air, affecting this time and space.
The smile on Long Yun's face has not diminished by half, he is still relaxed and relaxed, his black hair is casually scattered around his waist, his eyes are flowing, the red color is bright, and his cheongsam covers his figure.
Uncle Hei's face turned cold. He looked at the shadow walking in the distance. The pressure of the Great Sage became stronger and stronger, and Jun Tian felt suffocated.
The blessed dragon walks like a tiger, exuding great majesty from the inside out. He does not look old. Standing in his prime, he looks like a high-ranking emperor overlooking all living beings.
"Boom..."
The army followed and pressed forward. Thousands of armored soldiers were filled with vitality and blood, and their auras were connected together, like gods and demons standing between heaven and earth. Some were carrying golden swords, some were carrying bronze war spears, and some were holding giant shields.
This is an elite force that can cause a bloody storm no matter where it kills. They are all direct troops cultivated by Fusheng himself. They are composed of Tongtian and Daozang levels, and are led by five powerful kings.
The blessed saint's thick long hair danced wildly, showing a gesture of holding overwhelming power and controlling the world.
His cold eyes ignored Jun Tian, and paused on Long Yun's body for a moment, then looked down at Uncle Hei and said lightly: "I want to appreciate the Kowloon Cup."
This matter has almost become his obsession, he never forgets it, and wants to win it for His Majesty.
“You can enjoy it at the auction.”
Uncle Hei is not domineering or majestic, but you can see that he is extremely calm.
"Can't even my little wish be fulfilled for me now?"
The blessed saint smiled faintly, holding a euphorbia in one arm, a thick green dragon lying on his back, emitting dragon-shaped beams of light that penetrated the sky.
This is a green dragon halberd, an extremely sharp, great sage-level weapon. It was once Xia Qingtian's treasure, but now that he is in charge of it, its combat power has skyrocketed.
"Boom!"
He exerted his power slightly, and large cracks appeared in the red cracked earth, and a sea of magma sputtered out, spreading across a vast area.
"ah……"
This was destined to be a disaster. A group of monks digging for treasures in the distance screamed and were burned into a large mass of ashes.
"The mighty great saint..."
The living strong men wailed in fear and fled to all directions. For them, let alone a great saint, a saint would be desperate if he went crazy in front of them.
Although Falling Sun Ridge is a world of giant treasures, and has even killed gods, generally speaking, saints will not come here to explore, because after a long time, all the treasures in the outer areas have been dug out!
"Fu Sheng, you are really majestic. Back then, you were just a strong man who was crowned king in Daxia Mansion. In just a few decades, you have cultivated to this point. It seems that your choice back then was correct." Uncle Hei sneered.
Fu Sheng's face remained as usual, but his words were cold as he said: "The Daxia Mansion is plotting a rebellion. As a minister, I should expose it. Do you have any doubts?"
"Don't dare, don't dare!" Uncle Hei laughed loudly.
"This is best." There was a coldness in Fu Sheng's eyes.
"If I were a saint, would he still be standing here alive?" Juntian felt chills in his body and mind, but he could do nothing but watch the culprit responsible for the destruction of Daxia Mansion.
Fusheng was able to achieve his current achievements only by stepping on the corpses of the Daxia Palace. He even took over many treasures of the Daxia Palace. The Kang family grew rapidly and became a huge and popular force in the Holy Dynasty.
"Your Majesty's birthday banquet is coming soon, are you really not going to sell this Kowloon Cup?"
The blessed saint asked again. Seeing that Uncle Hei was too lazy to respond, he just shook his head. The ferocious power surging throughout his body became stronger, and a huge dharma image appeared behind him, filling the starry sky!
Jun Tian couldn't help but raise his head. The three-headed and six-armed Dharma giant stood in the starry sky, overlooking the land!
He was shocked, this is the level of the Great Sage? It revealed a vision that penetrated the starry sky, filled with unparalleled pressure from the environment, and alarmed the powerful men in the distant lands.
"That is?"
Juntian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he noticed the pagoda controlled by the Blessed Saint. It was eighteen stories high, sacred and solemn, and there were golden gods of war sitting in it.
The eighteen gods of war have majestic treasures and speak the divine sounds of the great avenue. They are all immortal golden bodies tempered with immortal substances. They live forever in the pagoda, like the eighteen holy masters sitting inside.
Juntian's blood was throbbing, and he was almost awakened by the aura emanating from the pagoda. Fortunately, he had the body-covering holy robe!
"God of War Tower!"
Uncle Hei's face became solemn. This was Daxia Mansion's treasure to suppress the fate of the clan. It had been refined day and night for tens of thousands of years, and it was only one step away from turning into a divine weapon.
"We should call him Fu Sheng Pagoda!" Fu Sheng smiled lightly and said, "I sincerely want to buy the Kowloon Cup. Please give me a price."
"If I don't sell, will you still resort to force?" Uncle Hei asked.
The blessed saint's eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled coldly: "I never buy or sell forcibly. This fellow Taoist looks very unfamiliar. How about you and I learn from each other?"
He felt that Uncle Hei was very confident and wanted to further test his origins.
"Miss, I can't beat him!"
Uncle Hei looked at Long Yun and said forcefully: "The main reason is that the God of War Tower has experienced tens of thousands of years of precipitation. The eighteen God of War bodies are too amazing."
Fu Sheng frowned and looked at Taki Yun carefully. Could it be that they have a master-servant relationship?
"useless!"
Long Yun glared at him, his crystal forehead bones shone with treasure, and a purple bell rushed out. When he shook it gently, Juntian had a splitting headache, and the golden color in his consciousness almost exploded.
He couldn't help but gasp. Could it be a holy master-level soul treasure?
However, what happened next was that he was stunned when all kinds of treasures flew out from Longyun's eyebrows, including a small bell, a small seal, a wishful thinking, a treasure furnace, a jade sword, a silver knife, a Taoist map...
…
A total of thirty-six utensils were arranged in the void. Juntian's eyes widened. The female dealer was too rich!
Thirty-six artifacts rotated gently, suddenly outlining a sea of chaos, exuding extremely terrifying divine power.
"Ah, this is the oven of good fortune, and you are a direct descendant of Baocai Tower!"
The blessed saint's scalp nearly exploded, and all his majesty and confidence were shattered by the blood. He roared wildly and ran away, not caring about anything else.
How prosperous the Baocai Tower is, with immeasurable wealth in its hands, and the supreme treasure guarding the fate of the family. The direct lineage is slightly more noble than the princes and princesses of the Holy Dynasty!
"Isn't it too late to escape now? Blessed Saint, get back here!"
Uncle Hei roared, and an ancient oven appeared behind him, and the sky poured into it as he breathed, almost swallowing up the Dharma sign revealed by the blessed saint.
"Boom!"
Thirty-six holy soldiers swallowed the clouds and spread across the sky. Thousands of armored soldiers died tragically in the escape. The sky was filled with blood and the earth was dyed red.
Juntian looked at the blessed saint who was running away like a dog, and whispered: "The Creation Oven is the supreme treasure of Baocai Tower, ranking tenth on the treasure list. According to legend, it is composed of thirty-six artifacts.
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Even if it is an imitation of this kind of treasure, it is extremely difficult to form, and it is definitely not comparable to the Heaven-breaking Spear and the Nangtian Tu.
"Is your sister's treasure okay? Hey, why did you take out your weapon?" Takiyun's face was radiant when he smiled, his long legs in black stockings were slender and straight, and Yaoji's cheeks were so white and tender that they could even pinch water.
"Sister, if my brother is in trouble in the future, you can't hide treasures secretly!"
Jun Tian flicked his fingers and shook his sword, already entering a fighting state. His long-suppressed soul was boiling and roaring, and his pupils shot out a thick sword light, shocking people's hearts.
"What are you going to do?"
Taki Yun was shocked. More than half of the thousands of armored soldiers were killed or injured, but the remaining elites were not just paper. They had already fled far away.
"I have to die because I miss my sister's treasure!"
Juntian's whole body was glowing, the billowing sword light flashed from the inside out, and the silver sword transformed by Wan Dao soldiers was also shining.
He rushed forward, his figure streaking across the sky, like a big star striking across the battlefield, and struck thunderously at the fleeing armored soldiers who suffered heavy casualties!
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, blood sputtered between the sky and the earth, sand and rocks flew, and the weather was extremely crazy.
Jun Tian is like a demon saint, roaring across the heaven and earth, across the battlefield, showing a super fighting posture, and the sky and the earth are drawn with bright sword lights!
"kill!"
Jun Tian's roar shattered the void, and the starting hand of the God-Slaying Sword was blooming. He carried the silver sword forward and slashed forward, as if he was mowing grass and killing the rebels.
"Ah, who are you? You dare to kill even the Kang family in the Holy Dynasty. Are you tired of living?"
This group of armored soldiers was horrified. The young man chasing them opened and closed like a sword master, and pieces of golden sword light erupted from his pores, covering the world and prohibiting anyone from evacuating.
"You are looking for death, Daozang level dare to take action against us!"
A terrifying king-conferring warrior came towards him with a golden sword. He blasted out a sword of ten thousand feet and tore open Juntian's body-protecting divine light. He blasted his chest with his big hand and roared with immortal divine power!
Juntian's body swayed, as if the holy furnace was being beaten and trembled, but the palm of the strong man who hit him trembled, as if he was hit by the immortal mountain!
What kind of body is this?
His palm was torn into pieces, and the terrifying life form could not be offended, and it was boiling with the more familiar sword intent!
"Wanhua Sword Way..."
He trembled in horror, "The remnants of the Xia Clan...how is this possible? All ethnic groups related to the Xia Clan in the Holy Dynasty were wiped out by our clan. Where did you survive?"
"My name is Xia Juntian!" Juntian waved his fist and beat his body to pieces.