The corpse of the saw-toothed centipede was gradually burned away by the flames, turning into fine fly ash and slowly scattering.
Manjusri collected the poisonous water flowing out and temporarily set it aside to cool down. Then he took out various poisonous resources and started refining it intensively.
Many of the resources here are specialties from the Gengdu Mountains, and there are also toad poison sacs from wells, which are expensive and extremely luxurious.
At this time, Gu Yuesou was stunned.
He stood there blankly, shocked by Manjusri's crazy behavior.
This is a map of mountains and rivers, not an ordinary treasure.
The Kaitian Treasure not only contains the majestic aura of the Great Dao, but to a certain extent, it also inherits Pangu's consciousness. If there is any accident, I am afraid that even Ancestor Hongjun will take action to suppress it.
Thinking of this, he chose to quit without hesitation, not caring at all about the contempt of others.
"Hmph, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking in your heart, and you don't want to see our jokes. Wenshu, Yang Ren, and Kong Liufeng are all talented people with profound backgrounds. Even if something unexpected happens, they can rely on the superiors' help.
The strength has calmed down, but the old man does not have such a good life. The forces in southern Xinjiang are too weak and embarrassed to wait for elegance."
Gu Yuesou's eyes were filled with sadness, but he could do nothing about this situation.
He has a long history and rich experience, so he naturally understands the rules and regulations.
After he completely exited Penglai Immortal Island, several strong men immediately surrounded him and said with flattering eyes.
"Senior Gu Yuesou is really talented. Why don't you join the Refining Department of the Heavenly Court? There are all kinds of treasures from heaven, materials and earth in the three realms. You can use them as you like without reporting."
"Senior, I am the Rakshasa girl who is the direct descendant of the Blood Sea. I specially bring the will of the Styx Ancestor and invite you to join the Blood Sea to work together for a great cause."
"Haha, senior Gu Yuesou, our Celestial Master faction is very powerful and popular in the world. I wonder if you are willing to cooperate."
……
Compared with other two powerful men of noble birth, Gu Yuesou has always been a casual cultivator of Xianyun Yehe.
He is very powerful but does not have long lifespan. He participated in the Triumph Conference this time because he wanted to show off his attainments in alchemy and find a suitable backer.
Gu Yuesou thought for a long time and chose to join Tianting.
The Queen Mother's flat peach is a famous life-extending spiritual fruit in the ancient world. A strong man like him who has extremely high attainments in refining the Tao will basically receive nine thousand flat peach as a reward when he first enters the heaven.
At the same time, Yang Ren and Kong Liufeng looked at each other and immediately started refining.
Kong Liufeng flicked his finger, and a huge turtle shell suddenly appeared in front of him. The hollow inside was full of blood, and a pungent and unpleasant smell hit his face.
He sighed slightly, his eyes full of solemnity, clenched his fist and hit himself hard on the bridge of the nose, instantly spitting out several dense and cold ghost fires.
The flames floated quietly in the air, causing the temperature of the entire Penglai to continue to drop.
As Kong Liufeng waved his hand gently, the will-o'-the-wisp floated directly into the depths of the turtle shell, making continuous hissing and burning sounds.
Yang Ren pinched the treasure seal with his hand, and the feather fan in his palm swayed slightly, and a continuous flow of glass beads floated directly in front of him. It looked particularly gorgeous before and after the prince.
He tore the void into pieces, took out the corpse of a ferocious beast from it, made treasure seals one after another, hid it in the depths of the Pearl Ocean, and refined it with all his strength.
At this time, the Buddhist camp.
The pharmacist was a little nervous, looking at Manjusri's back with mixed feelings in his heart.
Unknowingly, the Buddha, who defected from Chan Sect, has now grown to a height that he needs to look up to.
The triumphal meeting made him understand the gap between the two sides and strengthened his idea of joining forces.
"The brilliance of the Tathagata is so dazzling that even Maitreya cannot touch its edge. Now the two saints are busy repaying their merits all day long. To them, whoever has made the greatest contribution is the leader of Buddhism. The thoughts of disciples like us, but
It’s just an unwilling complaint.”
"Alas, things have changed. Even Jin Chanzi, the incarnation of justice, is secretly assassinating competitors. It is conceivable that behind the blooming flowers of Buddhism, there is a terrifying whirlpool of struggle. Want to
To protect myself wisely, in addition to constantly developing my glazed world, I can only rely on Manjusri."
Suddenly, bursts of exclamations came from around Peng Lai.
The pharmacist looked up and his eyes suddenly widened.
He originally thought that Manjusri would refine poison paths, secret paths, fire paths, even insect paths, ghost paths and other destructive treasures, but he did not expect that he would suddenly change his route.
At this time, Manjusri is slowly suspended in the air, and various treasured ikebana resources are revealed behind it, gathering into a slowly rotating wheel, shining with the bright glazed light.
He flicked his fingers and swayed at will, instantly scattering magnificent brilliance that stretched thousands of miles.
This brilliance is extremely colorful and gorgeous, like a wonderful sea of flowers growing and blooming in the sky, making many living beings shed tears.
Just when the pharmacist felt dizzy, he heard Manjusri speak slowly: "Brother Xuandu, please open your eyes wide and read carefully, and study hard. How much you can absorb depends on your nature, and let's see how this Bodhisattva does.
Refining this dojo."
Xuandu frowned slightly, looking at the rampant figure in the sky, and felt a little confused about what he just said.
What does this dojo mean?
Could it be~
"Peng Lai! Manjusri wants to refine Penglai Fairy Island!" Jiu Ying suddenly wanted to understand the key inside, and suddenly exclaimed from the side.
In the Heavenly Court camp, Gu Yuesou was extremely shocked. He opened his mouth so wide that his jaw almost dislocated.
"Lian, refining Penglai? Is he crazy? This is the territory of the Dragon Clan," Luo Chun stammered, extremely puzzled, and swallowed hard.
Under what circumstances could Manjusri play such a big role quietly?
Even Blue Lions who are not proficient in refining know how difficult this feat is.
Not only does it need strong strength as a foundation, but it also requires a matching talent for refining. When one's own state reaches its peak, without being troubled by any outside world, one can have a slight chance of success.
But Manjusri was not prepared for this at all.
During the triumphal meeting, he always maintained a high morale, sang vigorously, and fought against the heroes. Before he could take a breath, he came to the last moment and had no time to prepare.
What's more, this is the territory of the East China Sea Dragon Clan.
Penglai Immortal Island was the former dojo of the Eastern Prince. It suffered a lot during the Lich War, was piled with corpses, and filled with wronged souls. It was the Eastern Sea that went through the efforts of several Yuanhui, constantly washed away, and cultivated with all their strength, and then the remaining remains inside were
The will of the Eastern Prince dispersed completely.
The reason why this triumphal meeting was chosen to be held in Penglai Immortal Island was not only to rely on the power of Saint Nuwa to bring the island back to life again, but also to rely on the auras of many powerful Taoists to bring this place back to life.
Forged into the holy land of the dragon clan.
But Manjusri was so brazen that he openly refined the hope of the rise of the Dragon Clan in front of everyone. Even if Nuwa openly agreed, I am afraid that the Dragon King of the East China Sea would immediately rush out and fight for his life.
However, under the gaze of all eyes, Ao Xing did not panic at all. Instead, he nodded with a smile and continued to express his respect for Manjusri.
"Oh my, Manjushri Bodhisattva is really ambitious. He actually wants to refine Penglai Immortal Island. Old Long really admires it. It seems that this ownerless dojo has finally found its destination."
"Holy shit!" Luo Chun couldn't help but curse. Looking at Ao Xing's happy face, his heart was filled with contempt and disgust.
Who doesn’t know that Penglai is the lifeblood of Donghai and an opportunity for the Dragon Clan to rise in the future?
He had seen it many times. Ao Xing's eyes were full of expectation and he looked at Peng Lai, his affectionate and silent look, as if he was looking at his little lover.
However, now it is difficult to send it out to make a wedding dress.
Something is wrong, very wrong.
Luo Chun had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he did not continue to say anything.
In an instant, the whole Peng Lai was filled with light, and layers of auspicious clouds were endless. The clouds were rippled in the sky, and brilliant and dreamy colors emerged.
Waves of breeze swept in, making the waves in the entire East China Sea much purer.
The water flowers are pure and bright, and the corals are brilliant and colorful, revealing the rich and majestic aura of water vapor.
Ao Xing gently twisted his Taoist robe and almost couldn't help but sing loudly.
Destiny hangs down the curtain!
These guys are short-sighted, only looking at the immediate interests, but not understanding the true value of Peng Lai.
With the fall of Dongwang Gong, this so-called top dojo is now nothing more than an island that can be levitated, with a weak aura and poor soil, making it unsuitable for continued development and cultivation of resources.
If it weren't for the fact that Nuwa looked at the Dragon Clan's ability to make clouds and rain, she would never have set up this triumphal meeting on the coast of the East China Sea.
Those seemingly rich and splendid treasures of heaven, material, and earth are all low-level goods taken from the Dragon Clan's treasure house. They may be priceless products to the outside world, but in front of the Dragon Clan, a behemoth with a profound heritage, they are nothing more than what flows from the fingers.
Just leftovers.
It is a very cost-effective deal to exchange this useless fairy island for the help of Manjusri Bodhisattva, a powerful practitioner of Taoism.
"Qiong Ming is a foreigner after all, so he can't rely on much at all, but Manjusri can never resist the power of cause and effect in Penglai Island. He must repay it step by step. According to his attainments in refining, I don't know how he can create something for the Dragon Clan.
How many powerful treasures."
"What's more, Buddhism is now the strongest sect in the ancient world, and will still be the protagonist of the Journey to the West in the future. Who doesn't know the principle of leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade? We, the Dragon Clan, can just take this opportunity to follow Buddhism and gain some benefits in the future.
Development can also be faster."
"Manjusri Bodhisattva, please ask for it as much as you can. You are the savior of the dragon clan. No, you are my father!"
Half an hour passed.
The huge turtle shell in front of Kong Liufeng kept making crackling and crackling sounds. As the massive amount of material was eaten away, a continuous dark cloud of ghostly crying emerged leisurely.
Yang Ren closed his eyes tightly and kept fanning his feather fan, tempering several swords filled with brilliance, which were slowly but firmly merging together.
Manjusri pinched the treasure seal with his hand and poured all the poison resources refined from the original chain into every corner of Peng Lai.
As the auras continued to surge and intertwine, the smelly and colorful poisonous mist instantly swirled out, vaguely revealing thousands of colorful rainbow visions.
The Spring Sleeping Picture of Futang is revealed, shining brightly, with a massive wave of petals rushing out, turning into silt under the diffuse erosion of toxins.
At this time, Manjusri went all out and put all his mind into his hands.
"Six green bamboos in the east window of ten thousand years." He frowned with a solemn expression, and the flower arrangement behind him changed with the wind and clouds, condensing hundreds of colorful palms, asking for Nuwa.
"Here!" Nuwa's voice was cold, and she took out six East Window Green Bamboos without hesitation and placed them in the middle of her hands.
The green bamboo in the east window is a rare musical resource that likes to grow in mud full of filth.
They will murmur softly in the breeze. If you listen with the Eastern Blue Fungus, you will find many thoughts of the wooden creatures in it.
This kind of spiritual plant was a commonly used refining material in ancient times. However, as time went by, refining methods gradually became more abundant, and other cheaper and more useful materials appeared one after another, so Dongchuang Qingzhu was eliminated.<
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As the thoughts in his heart moved slightly, the green beads from the east window were crushed into powder by the flower hands, and scattered in Penglai according to a special pattern.
In an instant, poisonous light filled the air, blood filled the air, and dark flowers bloomed, corroding all the surface soil, forming a sticky and difficult-to-walk swamp area.
At this time, Manjusri's face was full of solemn and serious expression.