"The figures of the Palace Master and the Martial Emperor are gone. Did they hit the Chaos Coffin?"
Ye Congwen thought secretly, but unfortunately he couldn't think too much about it. The queen surrounded him with six powerful god king realm powers.
"Ye Congwen, hand over Duke Mo, I will spare you all the time!"
Looking at the empress's gritting teeth, Ye Congwen ignored it at all, and still watched the Demon King fight with the Buddha, carefully studying the relationship between the four supreme skills.
If you give it back, that's the place where there is no burial in death. I'm not stupid.
"Why are you talking to? Are you afraid of death when you pretend to be deaf and dumb?"
The queen stretched out her hands, and two dark green dragons swam slowly towards Ye Congwen, trying to force Ye Congwen to surrender.
Ye Congwen took out a hammer, took off the jade that was in the Qi Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground, and said in a hurry:
"You take another step closer and I will smash Chu Yu with one hammer to let your brother and Qilin's corpse disappear."
The queen stopped immediately and pointed at Ye Congwen and said excitedly:
"Little bastard, you threaten me? There is the supreme inheritance of your master in this piece of jade, so I don't believe that you dare to break the inheritance of your master."
"I can't even save my life, so why talk about the inheritance of the master? Anyway, it's worth it to have Duke Mo to bury my master!"
Ye Congwen used a hammer to rub the thin jade storage back and forth, which made the queen frightened. The jade was in the object, and the jade was broken and the object flew. Even if there was a real dragon treasure technique hidden inside, the hammer would be
It's gone.
The queen and the seven others looked at Ye Congwen in a daze, speechless for a long time.
Yes, a dying person will never be able to save his life, so how can he care so much? This is the barefoot person who is not afraid of wearing shoes.
"The Empress, don't be angry. When the Demon God King is subdued by the Buddha, I think this kid can still be stubborn?"
The Duke of Nangong had a goatee and saw that his seven powerful god kings were caught by a soul-refining master. In order to save face, he could only comfort himself.
"Although my master is just a remnant soul, if the old monk kills him, I will let Duke Mo bury him with him, and I will treat it as an apprentice who burned a living person for him."
How could Ye Congwen make these old guys happy? I heard that the Duke of Nangong is approaching his senior age, so he might die if he gets angry.
Besides, the master is already at a disadvantage, so he threatens the Buddha by the way and makes him tempt the mouse and avoids the opportunity to relieve the pressure on his master.
"Amitabha! Don't worry, don't worry, I only surrender my inner demons and never kill. As long as the thirty-seventh prince let go of his obsession and hatred, I will immediately let him go back to the mysterious forest."
The Buddha answered, "The Demon God King is a dead person, and after the war, this remnant thought is almost impossible to be protected. Why should I bear to fall into grudges?
The Empress has always favored her family. If she killed her younger brother because of her own reasons, she would probably blow the wind next to the Emperor Wu sooner or later, which would be detrimental to the expansion of Buddhism.
After thinking about it over and over again, it was better not to offend both sides.
"Just! If my body is still there, how could I be defeated by your reincarnation skills?"
The Demon-Slaying God King knew Ye Congwen’s intention, but unexpectedly, the dignified Demon-Slaying God King had to rely on his twenty-year-old disciple to rack his brains to save his life. He felt very sad.
"Prince Sanqi, by the heart, even if your body is still there, you are not the opponent of me who eats grains and grains for a living, because you can't afford to consume it."
The Buddha said tit-for-tat, deliberately arousing the miserable past of the Demon-Slaying God King starving to death by the Qilin. He was trapped in the barrier by the Qilin, and the ground was covered with dead monsters. Unfortunately, the Demon-Slaying God King has been feeding on the treasures of heaven and earth since he was a child.
I can't eat the flesh and blood of the monster, and the poor little stomach can't hold a few taels of flesh and blood.
When he ate all the treasures in the jade storage and used the unpredictable formation of gods and ghosts to teleport out one by one, the guardian gods of the twelve zodiac signs, he could only watch the monsters starve to death.
There was not enough energy in the cauldron. He could not break the Qilin's heavenly barrier and escape, and the Qilin could not enter his supreme formation to feed him the treasures of heaven and earth.
In the end, the monsters guarding the ground were starving to death. This is the biggest stain in the life of the Demon God King. Who would have thought that the founder of the Demon Hunting Guard, the first person in the Immortal Realm, would end his life in such a shameful way.
?
You should know that the Demon Hunting Guard is a school of physical cultivation. Since then, the leaders of the Demon Hunting Guard have all been ashamed of swallowing heavenly and earthly treasures, and even using external forces. In the late stage of the war between gods and demons, the Dao Zun personally refined a furnace to pour it.
Dingdan helps the human race resist the three major gods. No matter how difficult the guardian gods of the twelve zodiac signs are, they will not swallow the Dingdan to restore their physical strength.
The Buddha's words pierced into the head of the Demon King like a pointed needle. The bits and pieces of the past came into being in response to the situation and instantly broke through the invincible momentum of the Demon King. Not only did the movements in his hands become stagnant, but even the shadows were faded.
A lot.
"Yes, there is no strong body, just like a tree without roots and water without source. No matter how exquisite the formation is, it is just external force."
The Demon-Slaying God King murmured to himself, thinking about the various formations and unique skills he had hidden in the cave after he died and thought about and studied, such as the reshaping of the body and the ice and fire body quenching formation. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to try again.
Ye Congwen looked at the sad demon king, feeling very uncomfortable. The master waited for three hundred years before he chose to practice like himself with the blood of the Southern Barbarian giants, and specially created an ice-fire body quenching array to reshape his body.
The formation helps you improve your physical fitness and give you a powerful body comparable to a cub of a divine beast.
It is conceivable how much he cared about this matter, but unfortunately he insisted on his own and went to the palace alone with the strength of the Divine Fire Zhutian Realm to seek revenge on Xuanyuan Fengling.
Now that the master and disciple are in desperate situations, the supreme supernatural arts, which are so heartless and hard-working, are facing the dilemma of severing inheritance. Isn’t he at all disappointed or unwilling to do anything in his heart?
"Amitabha! The Sanqi Prince was extremely smart and learned from his mistakes. After three hundred years, he finally chose a physical cultivation practitioner with the blood of the Southern Barbarian royal family as his apprentice. Isn't it just to make up for his regret?
It is easy to get a thousand gold, but it is hard to find a rough jade. I still can't figure it out today. With Lingpu's cultivation talent, he will definitely be better than the blue than the blue within a hundred years. As long as he endures for decades, he will definitely be able to kill his enemies and take revenge.
Why don’t you stop him and let a young man rush around? Aren’t you harming him?"
When Ye Congwen heard the Buddha speak out of the Southern Barbarian royal family, his voice became inaudible. Except for himself and his master, the rest of the people were just as if they hadn't heard it. He immediately looked vigilantly at the Buddhist son standing in the distance.
I secretly guessed that this guy saw something? But the Buddha's ignorant look obviously didn't hear it.
"He is my apprentice, not my subordinate, and I am not qualified to stop him from coming to the capital to take revenge. Besides, a man who is so cowardly that he doesn't dare to say anything even if his clan members and his wife are killed, such a person will not have the chance to become an immortal master.
A master of realm.”
When the Demon King heard the Southern Barbarian royal family, the power in his hand seemed to pause for a moment, his suspicious expression was fleeting, and he replied calmly again.
The slight changes between the master and the disciple did not escape the Buddha's eyes. A chrysanthemum-like wrinkled face rarely showed a knowing smile. He stared at the Demon King and used the secret sound into the ear technique and whispered:
"Three hundred years ago, the Southern Barbarian royal family had turmoil. After defecting and remnants fled into the Daxia Kingdom, they disappeared. I believe that it was a formation master like Prince Sanqi who could quietly take some action from the eyes of the elite southern barbarian royal family.
A hundred people rescued them.
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Prince Sanqi has taken great pains to cultivate a qualified inheritor. It was just that three hundred years of hard work was ruined, but you were indifferent. Not only did you not stop Ye Congwen, but you also made a big fuss with him in the palace. Do you think
Is it okay for your disciple to turn bad luck into good fortune?”
The Buddha always felt that the Demon God King was too calm and allowed the only disciple he had worked hard to train to do whatever he wanted. Didn’t he really care about the hard work of these three hundred years?
It is still because the Demon-Slaying God King has a last move, so he had already calculated that Ye Congwen would not be able to do anything? The Demon-Slaying God King is proficient in divination and calculations, so maybe this is really possible.
How did Ye Congwen escape the disaster when he encountered misfortune and good fortune? After thinking about it for a while, he could not think of a way to achieve both worlds.
"The laws of heaven are clear, and retribution is unhappy. Auspicious people should have a heavenly appearance. Our monks only want to be worthy of the heaven and the earth. How can we believe in those false and ambiguous things?
So what if I have done all the mechanisms? Am I still dead in the Qilin barrier?"
The Buddha instantly realized that he almost forgot that the Demon-Slaying God King had passed away. If he was really proficient in divination and calculation, how could he die young? He instantly no longer curious about those fortune-telling deductions and directly reminded him:
"Ye Congwen used the ancient boxing technique of the Southern Barbarian royal family to defeat the Southern Barbarian Emperor's grandson this time, and he had already exposed his identity. It was only a matter of time before the Southern Barbarian royal family followed the clues to find the descendants of the Southern Barbarian remnants hidden in Lizhou Prefecture.
Whether it is for the sake of ancient boxing or the grievances of the past, the giants in Tieta Village cannot escape death.
Even if Princess Fengling doesn't kill them, they may not live long. Instead of being tortured to death by the elites of the Southern Barbarian royal family at that time, perhaps they would have more dignity when they died under Princess Fengling?
From this perspective, Princess Fengling’s sin is not as serious as Ye Congwen said. At least she will not die. What does Prince Sanqi mean to do?”
As soon as these words came out, Xuanyuan Fengling beside the Buddha, the Buddhist sons in the distance, and Ye Congwen could hear them clearly.
When Xuanyuan Fengling saw the Buddha talking for him, he immediately looked at Ye Congwen and carefully defended:
"I didn't kill the giants of the Flower and Leaf tribes. I didn't even see what they looked like. Ye Congwen falsely accused me of slaughtering the village and exterminated the clan. Who should I ask for?"
Ye Congwen glanced at Xuanyuan Fengling. If the Buddha had not protected her with the Heavenly Reincarnation of the Celestial Arts, he would have wanted to kill her to avenge Bian Wanqing's six sisters. Just as he was about to refute a few words, suddenly a loud noise came, that long time
The vortex of several miles fell to the ground and shattered all over the ground. Even the Human Emperor's Protective Formation slowly collapsed.
A blood-red chaotic coffin smashed at the four-dimensional octagonal of the Human Emperor's protection formation like a headless fly, scaring everyone around him back, fearing that they would hit him.