During the whole process of being pulled, the butcher kept looking straight in the direction of Xuanyuan Yu. Although his expression was a little excited, the expression on his face was blank.
The woman looked left and right from time to time, and when she saw Taoist Jiacheng and Chunhu approaching, she was startled and said: "People from Fengyao Sect! My husband is gone, hurry up!"
At this moment, the woman didn't care about screaming. She didn't even want the boning stall, and just dragged the big butcher man back.
The butcher did not refuse and allowed the woman to pull her away.
This was a small episode before the war. It is said that there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the mysterious world, and the masters are among the people. Xuanyuan Yu just looked at the butcher twice and didn't think much about it.
"Ling Luo! Xuanyuan Yu! Leave the tree of life behind!"
Taoist Jiaocheng stepped forward and rushed in front of the two of them. His voice was fierce and his eyes were full of greed.
Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, and then he suddenly realized. He looked at Taoist Jiacheng and said deliberately: "I don't have the tree of life."
"Nonsense! When we were on the competitive stage of Nongying Pavilion, I saw with my own eyes that you hid the buds of the Tree of Life in the palm of your hand and absorbed the power of the reincarnation of the Lightning Mother from the Emperor Yuxing!"
Taoist Jiaocheng said it with certainty and refused to let it go. A layer of dark green Jiaocheng robe appeared on the surface of his body, and the light flowed. He had spent thousands of years refining it.
"I really didn't lie to you." Ling Luo pouted.
After using the Tree of Life in the arena competition, she stuffed the thing back into her eldest son Su Jue's body.
Those two children cannot leave the Tree of Life for a long time now, otherwise they will be very weak.
But Ling Luo herself was reluctant to give up her practice of the Tree of Life. It was because of this that she urgently needed to find the Tree of Life in the treacherous world.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Taoist Jiaocheng didn't have much patience. He stretched out his hands and blasted the infinite Qi of Jiaocheng towards Ling Luo's face. "As long as I kill you and refine your spiritual domain, your life will be
The tree belongs to me!"
Ling Luo's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly and she said coldly: "What a poisonous heart."
Killing someone and taking a tree? It’s worthy of being born in a demon sect.
"You have such a cruel nature. It seems that you need to use the light of the Great Buddha to redeem you."
Ling Luo is not afraid in the face of danger. Even as a cultivator in the realm of heaven and earth, she is not afraid at all when going into battle.
With that said, Ling Luo sacrificed the pagoda that he had made a few days ago. It was as crystal clear as jade and had eight floors, slowly rotating in mid-air.
Streams of blazing Buddha light flowed out from the top of the Eight-Bud Pagoda. The holy light was blazing and swept towards the face of Taoist Jiaocheng.
Buddha's light is the most holy and most sensitive to people with evil thoughts.
Under Ling Luo's control, Babu Futu immediately locked onto Taoist Jiaocheng and spread the holy light wildly, binding Taoist Jiaocheng tightly.
Ling Luo made secrets with both hands, Sanskrit sounds burst out, the Buddha's light was dazzling, and the Buddha's Dharma was boundless.
"There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore!"
Ling Luo's thin lips moved slightly, and her voice was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening and thought-provoking.
The Eight-Bud Pagoda gradually grew in size and floated on the head of Taoist Jia Ceng, trying desperately to suppress the hostility in him.
"Damn it! Don't try to wash away my evil thoughts!"
The Taoist Jialeng could not help but feel a little panicked. For monsters and spirits like them, Buddhist Taoism was the most fearful.