From the innate gong to traverse the heavens

Chapter 635 Why is it called Fenbaoyan

A hundred schools of thought, the owner of Xuantian Pavilion, the Heavenly Snake King, the Peacock King and other masters encircled and suppressed Meng Shenji...

A crushing defeat!
Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji were sitting on the boat of good fortune, watching the surrender of all schools of thought, they felt very uncomfortable.

The schools of thought, Xuantian Pavilion, and Zhengang Sect are the hostile forces in Yang Pan's heart, and Yang Pan is working hard for them, but Mengshenji easily wiped out these forces after eight times of thunder disasters.

"Are the eight lightning tribulations actually so terrifying?"

Yang Pan murmured.

In terms of momentary bombardment, Yang Pan felt that the boat of good fortune could have a touch with the Mengshen Machine, but if he can capture thousands of miles of mountains with his fingers, this is a supernatural power and boundless mana.

This is Yang Pan's inability to touch porcelain.

"One thunder calamity, the pure yang of thought, the second thunder calamity, the mind produces the hair, the third thunder calamity, the mind produces the arc, the fourth thunder calamity, the mind produces the world, the fifth thunder calamity, the whim, the six thunder calamity, tearing Space, seven thunder calamities, void creation, eight thunder calamities, refining souls to become gods."

Hong Xuanji said in a deep voice: "After the eighth thunder calamity, the Yin Soul is no longer a Yin Soul, but a Primordial Spirit. All kinds of mysteries are hard to explain in one word... But it is also said in the Good Fortune Scripture that the peak of a human immortal is equivalent to Eight lightning tribulations."

The so-called peak of human immortality is the essence of fisting. In this case, all human immortals have "knights can't die with bare hands". Loot, then apply.

As for the peak of human immortality, there are two realms of flesh and blood transformation and ever-changing.

Only then can the vacuum be smashed.

"In this battle, I have observed the Brahma wheel, and my martial arts has been perfected. It won't be long before I can reach the peak."

Hong Xuanji said: "And there are two of us, and there is only one Mengshenji."

Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan have a very good relationship, and even made a decision, that is, after a few years, Hong Xuanji's body will be occupied by Yang Pan's primordial spirit, and the two will merge into one, and together they will impact the innate greatness. The highest level of perfection.

Yang Pan looked at Hong Xuanji, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and they came side by side. They had indeed overcome countless difficulties.

"We're leaving."

Yang Pan suddenly said: "Yang An's naughty son has already found Monk Jingren, we have to take action to take the Qiankun cloth bag back, and teach this naughty son a lesson!"

There was no gain here, so Yang Pan quickly turned around and thought of the previous champion Hou.

Hong Xuanji nodded, and the two of them worked together to steer the boat of good fortune, broke through the countercurrent at this moment, left this place in an instant, and headed towards the direction of Champion Hou Zaihai.

Xu Lang withdrew his gaze and looked at the people from various schools of thought in front of him.

Under the pressure of the mountain range just now, Bai Fengxian of the True Gang Sect's Dao heart collapsed, and the owner of the Xuantian Pavilion and the Heavenly Snake King fled. Even the patriarch of the Fan family protected everyone, but he was a step too late. Now he was crushed in the sea and captured by Xu Lang.

"Dream God Machine, you must die!"

In the suppressed Brahma wheel, the descendants of the philosophers scolded Xu Lang sharply, and all kinds of meanings gathered in the sky as they breathed out their fragrance.

Fan Shou, the patriarch of the Fan family, sat in the fan wheel and looked at Xu Lang angrily.

"Do you know why there is still one life left?"

Xu Lang looked at Fanshou and asked calmly.

"It's just that you want to plunder the books and manuscripts of our disciples, so as to build your Zixiao Palace and divide Baoyan!"

Fanshou said coldly.

This time he lost, what he lost was the family business acquired by the scholars from the Middle Ages, which made Fanshou feel worse than death.

"Think too much."

Xu Lang looked into the crowd and said, "Hong Yi, come out."

Hong Yi?

Everyone looked into the crowd, and saw a scholar standing up from the crowd, nodding to the people next to him, and then walking towards Xu Lang.

"Fang Yi, it's you?"

"So you're an insider!"

"It's a shame we treat you as a friend!"

Some young people in Zhuzi Hundred Families recognized Hong Yi and shouted one after another.

"uncle……"

Hong Yi took a step forward, passed through the Brahma Wheel, and came to Xu Lang. After bowing to Xu Lang, he said: "As soon as I left Yujing City, the wind direction in the world changed. Uncle, everyone shouted and beat you. Let me not even dare to go to the barracks, and change my surname all the way, but I have fulfilled my uncle's order."

Now the Tathagata Sutra has been collected by Hong Yi.

"I heard that a hundred schools of thought are going to fight you. I feel that the cheat book should be useful to you, so I sent it to you specially, but I haven't been able to find a chance to come closer."

Hong Yi also came to the battlefield because of Meng Shenji, and because of his knowledge, he communicated with the successors of various schools of thought along the way, and consciously benefited a lot, and he also regarded the people here as good teachers and helpful friends.

When the people from the Hundred Schools heard Hong Yi's words, they all gritted their teeth, wishing to have Hong Yi's skin cramped.

Hong Yi had no choice but to smile bitterly at this, and this incident proved another truth, fists are more effective than truth.

Xu Lang nodded, and took the complete Tathagata Sutra handed over by Hong Yi, very satisfied with Hong Yi.

"Uncle, there is one thing I don't understand."

Hong Yi asked sternly: "Uncle wants all the schools of thought to contribute magic treasures, so why do you call the place where all the schools of thought gather the magic weapons Fenbaoyan? Shouldn't it be called the cornucopia?"

This is something Hong Yi can't figure out anyway.

"If I don't collect all their things, how can I divide the treasure?"

Xu Lang asked back.

Collect people's things, and then divide the treasure...

Hong Yi didn't realize it for a while.

"The way of heaven is to damage more than enough to make up for what is not enough. The way of man is to damage more than enough to serve not enough. Who can serve the world with more than enough? Only those who have the right way."

Xu Lang said lightly: "Take out the surplus and make up for the deficiency. This is the reason for the existence of Fenbaoyan."

The way of heaven, the way of man.

Hong Yi chewed the truth in his words.

"The distribution system in this world is not very good."

"The places where the descendants of the philosophers live are some of the small thousand worlds, and the rice they eat is not the rice that ordinary people can eat. As time goes on, they become more and more intelligent. Whether it is martial arts or Taoism, they are all superior to others. Forever They are all masters, but they are ordinary people, who pay too much food all year round, and are busy all year round for food and clothing, no matter whether it is martial arts or Taoism, they have no way to practice."

"Zixiao Palace will be the place where people in the world ask questions."

"Fenbaoyan will be in charge of distribution."

Xu Lang roughly explained the meaning of the existence of Zixiao Palace and Fenbaoyan, and said: "To do this, first of all, we must destroy and confiscate the wealthy families, and then distribute them to others."

Such Zixiao Palace and Fenbaoyan will also be popular.

Hongjun is fair.

"Then why don't you rebel?"

Fanshou cried out in dissatisfaction when he heard Xu Lang's words.

"I don't want to be hot!"

Xu Lang stopped sharply.

(End of this chapter)