Others don’t know the origin of Chang Sheng Jue. As the true disciple of the former ghost king Ye Tianxing, how could Brahma not know?
Changsheng Jue is the blood soul essence of the black witch clan in southern Xinjiang in the past.
This is a huge secret, and not many people in the world know this secret anymore.
Brahma knows it, Guan Shaoqin knows it, and some seniors from the Demon Sect and the Ghost Sect also know it.
Brahma was almost going crazy at this moment. He thought about many things in an instant.
Why did Elder Gui Nu strictly order himself and Fengyunduan to protect Ye Xiaochuan? Elder Gui Nu must have already discovered that Ye Xiaochuan has the Jue of Immortality on his body.
Changsheng Jue was banned by the founder of Yecha, and only the blood of the descendants of the Ye family can open it.
Brahma secretly cursed himself for being so stupid. He should have recognized it when Ye Xiaochuan detoxified Zuo Qiu that day at Muyun Peak.
"Young Master! Young Master! Mr. Ye is the young master!"
Brahma murmured tremblingly in his mouth.
Fengyunduan's status in Guixuan Sect is far inferior to that of Brahma. Brahma is Ye Tianxing's direct disciple. Fengyunduan is only a disciple of the elder of Guixuan Sect, and his access to core secrets is far inferior to Brahma's.
At this moment, Brahma recognized Changsheng Jue, but Feng Yunduan did not.
He said: "Brother Fan, what are you muttering about? Why does your face look so bad?"
Brahma was about to step forward to recognize Ye Xiaochuan, but hearing Fengyun Duan's words calmed down his excitement a little.
The grievances between the righteous way and the demonic sect have lasted for thousands of years. If the world knew at this time that Ye Xiaochuan was Ye Tianxing's son, the consequences would be disastrous.
At this moment, not only the righteous disciples were present, but there were also many people from the Demon Sect. Among them, Li Xianyue, Li Chenfeng and others were all very knowledgeable and experienced. If they recognized the Blood Soul Essence as Changsheng Jue, it would be a big disaster.
"No, no, I can't recognize the young master!"
He screamed secretly in his heart.
Forcibly suppressing his inner emotions, he said to Feng Yun Duan: "It's nothing. I was just injured by the flames when I was fighting Zhuo Huan just now. It's not serious."
Wan Yan Wu Lei stepped forward and pulled the hysterical old wizard away. Qin Fanzhen quickly reminded Ye Xiaochuan to put on some clothes. With such girls and some Buddhist nuns around, it was really indecent to go bare-chested.
Ye Xiaochuan was right when he thought about it. He was now a big leader, and now that he had defeated Zhuo Huan, his reputation would surely rise to a higher level. Being shirtless was really an eyesore.
As for what the white-robed old wizard said about the blood soul essence and the black witch clan, he didn't take it seriously, because he already knew that the blood soul essence on his neck was passed down from the black witch clan in the past.
What a fuss. The war around is still going on, but after the news of the arrest of Vulcan Zhuohuan spread, the morale of the surrounding heavenly monks immediately dropped greatly. Many masters of the spiritual realm in the world were killed by Ye Xiaochuan's cloud-piercing arrow.
They were transferred here to besiege Zhuohuan, causing the sky to break.
The pressure on the Lingji monks in the world was greatly reduced. At this moment, those masters saw that the situation was not good and broke out one after another. The monks in the world could not resist. More than ten Lingji masters in the heaven had already rushed out of the encirclement and disappeared into the rising sun.
This is not possible. Ye Xiaochuan also wants to capture more Lingji masters as bargaining chips in negotiations with the Four Emperors of Heaven, but he cannot let them all run away. He immediately said: "The Fire God Zhuohuan has been captured, everyone has dispersed.
, the masters of Lingji will capture those alive if they can, and if they really can't, they will beat their souls to pieces. As for the heavenly monks under the realm of Lingji, I don't want to keep any of them, I will still beat them.
Consider using their corpses to fortify the capital."
After sending everyone away, Ye Xiaochuan came to Zhuo Huan, who had fallen into a coma because his spiritual power was exhausted.
Ye Xiaochuan was not polite and took off Zhuohuan's storage bracelet and put it on his wrist. He turned around and saw Gesang sneaking back holding Zhuohuan's terrible fire magic weapon.
It's okay to hide. Even if that magic weapon is not a heavenly weapon, it is definitely a top-notch magic weapon among fire magic weapons. I will fight to the death and fight for my life against the fire.
God, isn’t the goal here just to make a fortune?
He said to Gesang: "Kesang, the spoils of war belong to the victor. This is an eternal rule. Zhuo Huan was defeated by me, and his spoils are all mine. Hurry up."
Gesang refused to give it to Ye Xiaochuan. She knew that once this thing fell into Ye Xiaochuan's pocket, she would have no hope.
She said: "All magic weapons and trophies will be confiscated, and then rewards will be given based on merit. This is a rule that has been set long ago. I should keep this magic weapon first."
Ye Xiaochuan ignored the little Jiujiu in this girl's heart. He finally "defeated" Zhuo Hu in a daze, so how could the flame magic weapon be transferred to another person?
Seeing that Gesang refused to give it, he said: "I am not taking this magic weapon for myself, I just want to study it. If you are worried, I will give it to you. This is a treasure in the world."
Ye Xiaochuan's spiritual consciousness penetrated Zhuo Huan's storage bracelet, oh, this Zhuo Huan is worthy of being the god of fire in the heavens. Not only is he highly cultivated and has powerful magic weapons, but the space in the storage bracelet is also terrifyingly large, and there are so many good things in it.
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Not only did he use the Manado pot that he had used for blanching before, but he also used mountains of spiritual stones.
Among a bunch of treasures, Ye Xiaochuan found the Great Yu Cauldron, one of the Nine Cauldrons in the World.
The eyes of the people around him immediately became warm.
Except Gesang.
Gesang could not defeat Ye Xiaochuan and was forced to exchange spoils with Ye Xiaochuan.
She held the big Yu cauldron in her hands and looked at Ye Xiaochuan pulling Yun Qiyou away with no tears.
"What a breaking tripod!"
About to throw it away, Baili Yuan immediately stretched out his head and said: "If you don't want it, just give it to me. I like this little tripod better."
There is no market for Jiuding in southern Xinjiang, otherwise the people of the five ethnic groups in the Wanyuan Mountain camp would not have used the big green tripod to boil water for cattle and sheep.
However, Jiuding is a symbol of the civilization of China and the belief of the Chinese nation. If anyone can bring the Great Yuding back to the earth from the heaven, it will definitely be remembered in history forever.
Not only Baili Yuan is interested in the Great Yu Cauldron, Yang Yishuang, Qin Fanzhen, and even Li Xianyue, Li Chenfeng, and Buddhist disciples of the Demon Sect are all trying to curry favor with Gesang and want the Great Yu Cauldron in her hands.
Looking at the eager eyes of these people, Kelsang suddenly realized that this small tripod might be really a treasure.
Gesang was also a profiteer. He rolled his eyes and already had a plan in mind.
Since these people really want the small cauldron in their hands, they can raise the price. Whoever bids the highest price will get the small cauldron.
Forget about Baili Yuan, a casual cultivator fairy with no money and power, and couldn't even afford the starting bid. So she turned her attention to Yang Yishuang, Qin Fanzhen, Li Xianyue of the Demon Sect, and the Buddhist monk Jie Ai.
The power represented behind the individual is the real big fat pig, which can bring urgently needed food, cloth, medicine and other scarce materials to southern Xinjiang.
