Xionghun turned his head and looked at Ye Xiu with dull eyes. He let out a low growl in his throat and then raised his palm to crush it.
This palm has at least the power of the Mysterious Immortal Realm.
"Monkey Master, be careful..." Luan Feng exclaimed with a pale face. The aura of this ancient bear made its demon soul tremble uncontrollably, while the goat demon, fox Qianqian and other demon beasts had long been paralyzed by fear.
He fell to the ground and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
The novice monk was so nervous that he recited 'Amitabha'...
Seeing this bear soul, he took action without even saying hello. Ye Xiu's face also changed slightly. Without thinking, he jumped and dodged. A powerful blow from the Mysterious Immortal Realm was enough to kill this bear soul.
Most of the secret realm, which was not too strong, was destroyed.
All I heard was "Bang!"
A muffled sound.
A big hole appeared on the floor of the cave!
Even the stone wall is constantly cracking, as if it is about to collapse. Seeing this scene, there is no surprise on the miserable face. How can the lowest-level secret realm withstand the power of the bear soul in the Mysterious Immortal Realm?
Seeing Ye Xiu still jumping up and down to avoid the attack of the bear soul, he smiled sadly, but he didn't care much. How long can the grasshoppers in the autumn be able to jump around?
In his opinion, this sentence could not be more appropriate to describe Ye Xiu.
"Young Master Dapeng, we'd better retreat farther away to avoid being accidentally injured by our ancestors."
He said with a sad smile.
Peng Wanli nodded and said nothing nonsense. He followed the people in Xuankong Temple with his demon beasts and retreated directly a hundred meters away. He looked at Xionghun suspiciously, frowned and asked, "
Sadly, does your ancestor from Xuankong Temple really retain his spiritual wisdom?
As far as I know, even if it is a true semi-saint, the blood essence and blood left behind will not be able to maintain the spiritual wisdom of life after death. This black bear was not even a semi-saint when the ancient saint was at its peak."
"Whether the ancestors retain their spiritual wisdom, Young Master Peng, you can take a guess..." Misery said in a specious way, neither denying nor admitting, trying to hide the truth, which made Peng Wanli stunned. Such a secret related to the Xuankong Temple
How could it be possible to tell an outsider about it? Of course, it was the direct grandson of the Great Sage Huntian after all. If it didn't even have this kind of discernment, wouldn't it be a loss of face for its grandfather.
"I guess it's not dead yet, right?"
Peng Wanli raised his eyelids and turned his head to look at the sad and indifferent way.
How can this be…
Is the Black Bear Ancestor really not dead yet?
Everyone in the Xuankong Temple also looked over, their faces full of surprise. The fact that the Black Bear Ancient Sage had died tens of thousands of years ago was not known in their Xuankong Temple, or even in the entire Xihe Niuzhou.
It's no longer a secret.
If that bear demon is really still alive.
How strong is their Xuankong Temple’s background?
It’s scary to think about it!
"Why did Young Master Peng say this?"
He smiled sadly, looked at Peng Wanli and said calmly: "The body of Ancestor Xiong has been revealed to the public tens of thousands of years ago. If it is really not dead, why did our Xuankong Temple hide it for so long?
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"Haha, you stinking monks have always been cunning and very good at disguise. Why you concealed the death of that bear demon, I can't guess..." Peng Wanli sneered a few times and saw Ye Xiu, who had been
The bear soul was so embarrassed that it almost had no way out. The expression on its face gradually relaxed. It looked at the miserable man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said: "I am also the grandson of the Great Sage Huntian. If I can't even do this...
If you can’t even see it, doesn’t it mean that you have slandered my grandfather’s holy name?”
"Even saints can't do it. After death, the essence and blood can still retain the will."
"Is this bear demon in your Xuankong Temple even more powerful than the saint?"
Peng Wanli sneered.
"I also hope that Ancestor Xiong is not dead yet..." Misery pursed his lips. After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Peng Wanli, but turned his attention to Ye Xiu, who was fleeing in embarrassment, with a smile on his face.
He murmured, "Keep running away. The longer you delay, the more miserable your final fate will be. Since Peng Wanli values your blood essence so much, let Ancestor Xiong have a taste first."
"Aw, ow..." Bear Soul gradually roared, and his eyes seemed much clearer than before.
"Master Monkey, this bear demon soul really... still retains his intelligence."
The novice monk suddenly exclaimed.
Boom!
A bear soul that retains its intelligence.
Or a fairyland?
What the hell…
Everyone felt an inexplicable creepiness, even Peng Wanli was no exception. He took a few steps back. Even though he and Misery were temporarily in an alliance, he would not really trust these smelly monks.
We have been dealing with each other for so many years in Xihe Niuzhou, how can we not know each other's character?
"Made, these second-generation evildoers from Xihe are really difficult to deal with. Each one has more trump cards than the last. Now they have even found out the evil spirit of Xuanxian. Is that Peng Wanli still hiding his ancestor?"
Make a clone..." Ye Xiu cursed secretly, and when he heard that the bear demon soul still had intelligence, his mind became solemn.
My thoughts are changing rapidly!
While avoiding the attack of the bear demon soul, he was thinking hard about countermeasures. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this bear soul was still recovering its intelligence. If it continued to delay, it would only become more and more disadvantageous for him.
See the ancient holy wheel in the body of the bear demon soul.
His thoughts also became more active. This bear demon soul is not rootless water. It cannot appear out of thin air. It can reach thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye. Not even those demon saints can do this.
Since it is transformed by essence and blood, then this ancient holy wheel is its medium?
As long as the Ancient Holy Wheel is destroyed...
"Little thing, can you steal the broken wheel out of its body for me?"
After Ye Xiu thought for a moment, he asked in a solemn voice to the little monkey demon on his shoulder.
"Jiji?"
The little monkey demon blinked its eyes a few times, a little confused. With its strength, I'm afraid it would have been killed by the aura emanating from its body before it even got close to the bear demon soul. This was a powerful Xuanxian.
What kind of cultivation level does it have?
It's just a pill.
The difference between the two was so great that none of the beasts present could calculate it. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, the Celestial Rat who was lying on his other shoulder made a few chirps.
The two little paws started gesticulating again.
However, there are no eggs...
Ye Xiu didn't see it at all. Of course, even if he saw it, he probably wouldn't be able to understand it. After all, the sign language used by these demon beasts is very different from the authentic mute language. Seeing Ye Xiu's silence, Tianji, who was originally a little depressed,
The rat, as if it had taken a stimulant, swooped out.
"Heavenly Rat, what is it going to do?"
Seeing this little mouse demon suddenly lying down and standing a few hundred meters away in misery, the smile on his face instantly solidified, and he also had a bad premonition in his heart, staring at Tianji.