"Fellow Taoist, all kinds of treasures have no fate with you."
Wuming noticed Yin Xuuge's strange gaze at the first time. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He smiled like Maitreya Buddha and immediately put away his smile. He seriously covered the strings of beads hanging on his wrists and neck with his cassock.
stand up.
Yin Xuege took a deep look at the green Bodhi Zen staff in Wuming's hand.
Wuming calmly raised the Zen staff, stretched out his tongue as hard as he could, and licked the head of the staff vigorously. The saliva coated the head of the staff, and Wuming grinned proudly at Yin Xuege.
"Monk, you are blaspheming the Buddha."
Yin Xuege immediately gave up his curiosity about this Zen staff and warned Wuming very seriously.
"The Buddha with dung on his head is the mercy of the Buddha. It is the true freedom from worries and great liberation. The Buddha has a spirit, so he will not feel that the monk is blasphemous. Fellow Taoist, you are a member of the Taoist sect after all, but you are a little worried."
He calmly scolded Yin Xuege, and Wuming pointed towards the ghost mother.
"What do you want, fellow Taoist, to come here this time?"
Yin Xuege looked at the Nine Spirits Saint. Eight flesh balls slowly swelled on the back of his neck. The Nine Spirits Saint smiled ferociously.
"Ghost mother, this damn bitch, hey, she's in the zero realm of the void, but it makes us sick. Today I took advantage of her being in trouble and took her life."
The palms of his hands were gently clenched into fists, and a murderous intention flashed across the corners of Jiuling Shengzun's eyes and brows.
"My lord, please give that woman's nine-turn infinite rebirth elixir to this old slave."
Yin Xuege looked at Holy Lord Nine Spirits in surprise, not knowing what kind of treasure this Nine Revolutions Infinite Rebirth Pill was, worthy of Holy Lord Nine Spirits' request for it so solemnly.
Jiuling Shengzun grinned and told the origin of this elixir - in fact, this is an inner elixir that contains the secret of vitality and creation and has infinite life essence.
The reason why the Ghost Mother is able to conceive countless descendants on her own in a female body and has such tyrannical strength is all due to the effect of this inner elixir.
If Jiuling Shengzun integrates the essence of this inner elixir, the probability that he and the thousands of turtle ladies in his room will have children in the future will be greatly increased. Moreover, the descendants hatched from the turtle eggs will also be with the ghosts.
The mother's descendant, like the Black Ant-Man, is born with the form of a divine soul.
This is even more important than any treasure to the Nine Spirits Saint, as it is related to the reproduction and development of his entire ethnic group.
Yin Xuuge and Wuming looked at each other, and they nodded at the same time, agreeing to the matter. The Nine Spirits Saint can reproduce more and faster offspring, and once the offspring are hatched, they will be masters of condensing souls. This
It's really beneficial to them.
A small bush trembled, and Taoist Fengwu emerged from under the tree. He held a wooden staff and took a deep look at the Ghost Mother.
Yin Xuege stopped talking nonsense. He just stretched out his hand and pointed at the ghost mother. Feng Wu Taoist's hair automatically moved without wind. Immediately, tens of thousands of phoenix seeds fell to the ground and quickly got into the soil. With the sound of "Ka Ka"
There was a crunching sound, and the ground began to squirm violently. Green leaves grew rapidly, and within a short time, a large group of rugged and ferocious tree demons several feet tall came out.
"Go. Tear them apart, kill them."
Yin Xuege pointed at the black ant men next to the ghost mother and scolded them sternly.
"The good days of the Holy Sect have come to an end. Haha, I wonder if the head of the Huangpu Xiongqi family still retains his wisdom as a human being?"
As if he felt Yin Xuege mention his name, among the flying yakshas running wildly in the Black Mist Valley of the Gods, one was particularly tall, about five feet tall, covered in black, with countless bone spurs coming from deep in the muscles.
The giant Yasha that poked out suddenly turned its head and screamed in the direction of Yin Xuege.
In the blink of an eye, the black light blasted by hundreds of black ant-men knocked down the Yaksha King transformed by Huang Pu Xiongqi. The huge and erratic ghost face slowly rose from the black mist, widening the void.
God's eyes glanced gently and softly at Yin Xuuge.
"My Buddha is merciful to old ghosts. Young monks are not afraid of ghosts."
Wuming muttered, then stamped his feet heavily and shouted loudly.
"Where's the strength in your legs?"
"Bald bastard, do you really treat grandpa as a mount?"
Jade Horn Di heard the beast cursing and turned into a stream of light and flew towards him. He got directly into Wuming's crotch and rushed forward at an astonishing high speed with Wuming. Wuming laughed wildly, spread his hands and faced him.
The coming strong wind immediately blew up his cassock.
The precious light was overwhelming, and the Buddha's light was lingering. Yin Xuege and Jiuling Shengzun, who were about to take action, almost fell over.
Who has ever seen such a wealthy and vulgar monk?
Inside the nameless cassock, tens of thousands of relics the size of pigeon eggs are densely inlaid. Gold, silver, white, three-color, five-color, seven-color, relics of various colors burst out with a rich and substantial aura of Buddha's light, turning into one.
The colorful torrent roared forward.
Hundreds of black ant-men rushed towards Wuming in a mighty manner, and the reaction speed of these black ant-men was not unsatisfactory.
But facing the torrent of Buddha's light that hit them from the front, these black ant men howled miserably. They were born with the most yin energy between heaven and earth and were rushed by the majestic and masculine power of Buddhism, just like a tiny piece of tiny particles falling from the crater of a volcano.
Like snowflakes, they evaporated into a plume of black smoke and dispersed in the blink of an eye.
"Nameless, thief bald, where did you get it? There are so many, so many..."
Yin Xuuge was speechless for a moment when he looked at so many Buddhist relics. The aura of these relics was extremely majestic, and the aura of each relic made Yin Xuuge feel as if there was a big mountain pressing on his heart, making him
Breathing became difficult.
With tens of thousands of these relics gathered together, the resulting pressure almost made Yin Xuuge collapse.
The owners of these relics must be the top powers in Buddhism, at least the kind who have achieved the enlightenment of Bodhisattva. Such relics of eminent monks are considered to be temple treasures in any Zen temple in ancient times.
Existence, where did Wuming figure out so much?
"My Buddhism is vast and my foundation is endless."
Wuming rode the divine horse, waving the treasure-level Zen staff, and was enveloped in auspicious auspicious light. He rushed forward triumphantly. Wherever he passed, at least three thousand black ant-men were already surrounded by the majestic majesty around him.
The measured Buddha's power turned into black smoke.
"Fellow Taoist, you don't think that you are the only one who went out and kidnapped a little girl these days, do you?"
"The young monk also had an adventure. There are other secret caves with treasures in the Jiejie Temple. The young monk just opened one."
Yin Xuuge opened her mouth, but was speechless for a long time.
This is the advantage of having a foundation and a backer. Wuming inherited the mantle of the ancient Buddhist sect in the Yuanlu world, and he had countless Buddhist treasures to squander at will. Think about Yin Xuege, he really started from scratch, and now he has this
Which of the family foundations he has not earned through hard work?
"Buddhist scum."
Looking at Wuming who was shouting triumphantly, Yin Xuege looked up to the sky and roared. He stepped up to the sky and stood a hundred miles above the ground. With a shake of his hands, he performed eighty-one original strokes in succession.
Fiery golden light and the devil's thunder roared and struck down.
Thunder dragons shook the sky, and thunder fires the size of water tanks struck down like meteors.
Almost all the black ants who were out and about were hit by Yin Xuege's lightning fire at the same time. A large number of black ant-men with low cultivation levels howled miserably and turned into ashes in the lightning. Only a small number of black ant-men had wings on their backs.
His body was extremely tough and he blocked Yin Xuuge's thunderous attack.
However, these black ant-men also had their wings burned off by the lightning, and they fell from the sky covered in black smoke. They fell to the ground and twitched, unable to get up for a while.
The huge body of the ghost mother, who was coiled in the black mist, squirmed. She roared, and the huge sound wave shattered the black mist around her. The invisible sound waves spread to all directions, and the ground within a hundred miles was scratched.
A thick layer fell off.
Amidst the flying sand and rocks, several long arms of the Yi Ghost Mother were raised, and the black mist in their hands condensed into spears, and they were about to throw them at Yin Xuege.
But a louder and more powerful roar came, and a black shadow several times larger than the body of the Ghost Mother flew up from the sand.
The Nine Spirits Holy Lord, who had recovered his body, was swinging nine huge heads, spitting out white foam and water vapor from his mouth. The nine heads roared at the same time, and they hit the ghost mother like the top of Mount Tai.
On the body.
The beautiful face of the ghost mother twitched. She looked at the Nine Spirit Saint who was hit on the head and screamed out of fear.
"Old ghost Jiuling, why are you here? Your soul is seriously injured...you..."
The thick tortoise shell of the Holy Nine Spirits slapped the body of the ghost mother hard. The ghost mother was hit and screamed miserably. Her huge body was smashed into the thick rocks. She vomited loudly.
It was covered in blood, and the black carapace on its body was cracked with countless cracks, constantly spitting out various sticky juices.
"Smelly bitch... do you still remember that battle at Baiji Mountain? You used so many eggs to hit us all over our bodies and faces. I remember it clearly!"
The Nine Spirits Saint raised up his thick and powerful front paws covered with scales, carrying a cold air, and slapped the head of the ghost mother fiercely. The ghost mother kept making shrill screams, and her body struggled and squirmed violently.
, but where can we get rid of Jiuling Shengzun?
Before the ghost mother could use her magical powers, Wuming had already passed over her on his Tingting beast. The Bodhi Zen staff in his hand turned into a blue rainbow that was a thousand feet long, and he hit her hard on the head.
The sound of Brahma singing filled the sky, and the ghost mother was hit by this blow and fainted.
Jiuling Shengzun was ecstatic. A head on the left side of his head opened its mouth, and the sharp-toothed mouth bit hard on the neck of the Ghost Mother.
Countless black ant-men from all directions rushed out of the black mist, risking their lives and rushing towards the Nine Spirits Saint. However, Wuming was suspended in the sky, and the immeasurable Buddha's light shrouded the four directions. Once all the black ant-men came within a hundred feet, they were smitten by the Buddha's light.
It burned into a plume of black smoke.
In the Black Mist Valley of the Gods, the strange giant face smiled slightly, and an erratic voice came from the depths of the canyon.
"Fellow Taoist, maybe we can cooperate." (To be continued)