God Ring Howl

The moment Qingfeng Taoist's senior, the Supreme Protector, appeared.

An astonishing vision suddenly appeared in the west.

There first came the Sanskrit singing that seemed to be there, seemed to be absent, and was half hidden.

The Sanskrit singing is like the sounds of heaven and heaven, and like a hot spring, it slides through the limbs and bones of the masters present, reaching the depths of their hearts.

All of a sudden, the noise and violence entrenched in everyone's hearts seemed to be gently and gently smoothed away by an iron.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes saw at the same time, a fist-sized golden origin appeared in the western midair, with that point as the center, circles of golden ripples appeared, and rippled and extended to the surroundings at an incredible speed.

A huge phantom of the Buddha slowly solidified, and quickly shrank to the size of a normal person in an instant. The treasured figure stood majestically opposite the Supreme Protector of the Immortal Sword Gate. , it seems that every cell expresses kindness, peace, banter, and freedom.

As soon as the monk appeared, he said the Buddha's name "Amitabha Buddha" to the Supreme Protector, and said casually, "Master Weng, we haven't seen each other for a long time. It must have been more than a thousand years, right? I'm very angry. When I met you Just reprimand the most proud closed-door disciple, Amitabha, so good, so you don’t have to be so strict with the juniors!"

"You smelly monk, your words are better than your songs. Hmph, you have a compassionate and joking appearance, full of viciousness and viciousness." The Taishang Dharma Protector was disdainful, and he flicked the old Buddha in the mouth of the Golden Buddha, and said coldly, "Don't think that I don't know anything, Qu Ping, I, Weng Jianwei, know all about the bad things you did."

The smile on Lafayette Qu Ping's face was even wider, and he quickly sat cross-legged on top of the huge cloud formed by the powerful Buddha's energy, clasped his hands, and divided his right hand, pointing at Weng Jianwei, the Supreme Protector of the Immortal Sword Gate, and said cheerfully: "Everyone, each other, Weng benefactor, some things should not be said nonsense in front of the juniors, so as not to be laughed at by righteous people in the world, do you think so? Needless to say, weng benefactor should also understand the purpose of Jingkong and Qingfeng for letting us show up this time. This Zhao Xiang is really not easy to deal with."

Weng Jianwei shook his whisk, his face was full of coldness, and he said, "That's right, Qu Ping, this kid is really troublesome. Just judging from the fact that he doesn't have a bowel movement at his age and has cultivated to the late Yuanying stage, there is no magic weapon against the sky. Not so! Besides, in the blink of an eye just now, he has recruited more than a dozen masters at the transformation stage, and even the jade sword scholar at the stage of refining emptiness has not gone through three tricks in the self-immolation primordial spirit under his hands! Your beloved disciple, Qingkong, although he is displaying the light of Zen and Buddha, is no match for the Puppet Forbidden, if he hadn't set up the Immortal Trapping Formation when he was in danger, his life would be ruined!"

"Hehehe, Benefactor Weng, don't be so mean. Does this look like the style of a big sect?" The old Buddha Qu Ping repeatedly said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, I am so polite, first of all I would like to thank the little disciple Jingkong, Thank you Weng Benefactor for teaching such an excellent closed-door disciple. Let’s stop talking, if the little evil star is not eliminated, the righteous people of Qingluo Star will have no peace for a day. Let’s follow the old rules..."

The two communicated with each other for a while.

"Benefactor Weng, the heaven-defying treasure that did not appear on Xiaoxie Xing's body belongs to me, and the forbidden puppet belongs to you, how about it?"

"Monk smelly, the puppet is yours, and the heaven-defying treasure is mine, otherwise, this deal will come to an end!"

"You are always so greedy, Weng Benefactor, which time did you not take the big money and I take small profits? Could it be that I really became your follower?"

"Stinky monk, I'm greedy? Hey, if you don't have my help, you, a wild monk who kills people and steals money, can kill Qu Ping, the supreme elder of the Buddhist sect who is hidden from the world in Haotian Peak? Can you get his supernatural powers?" Vast and boundless magic power? Can he get his Zhenpai's unique skill, the Buddha's Light? Hmph, how can a Tao Zong Li replace the beam and change his position, and call the wind and rain in the Buddhist sect as the elder of Quping Taishang? Hmph, hum, don't forget Your identity!"

"It's good, it's good, Weng Jianwei, the benefactor, just do as you say, I'm just talking."

……

No one knew that a carve-up transaction ended quickly without anyone noticing.

The elder of Xianjianmen controlled Yuntou, and pointed forward with his left hand Fuchen, and the black round mirror with a diameter of one foot and a square meter in his right hand flew several miles in front of him, and rapidly became larger at a weird speed, one foot, two feet, Ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet, and finally the huge black circular mirror quickly covered most of the sky, and then a large piece of seemingly endless, eerie blue light appeared.

On the other hand, the three words "Search for the Soul" appeared in the sky like a moving subtitle.

The gloomy blue light is getting more and more intense, covering a radius of thousands of feet. Within its universal range, as long as it is hidden, everything will appear, and there will be nowhere to escape. The suppressed land dropped sharply until the original three floors.

It seems that unless Zhao Xiang reveals the secret of the divine ring and does not take another step in the invisible ring, otherwise, no matter whether it is heaven or earth, he will be chased and suppressed by humans and gods until his body and spirit are wiped out.

Aside from the gloomy blue light, the eight people have different expressions and different thoughts.

The four cultivators in the Void Refining Stage all showed astonishment in their eyes, and their hearts were shocked. For them, it was a great opportunity to meet the Supreme Guardian of Immortal Sword Sect and the Supreme Elder of Buddhist Sect, just like getting a treasure, An elixir makes no difference.

Weng Jianwei came to Yuntou, continuously running the soul search machine, staring at many objects in the blue light, a trace of greed and sternness flashed in his eyes, and a kind of arrogance that the world is in the palm of my hand rose in my heart.

Qu Ping, the imitation monk of the Lafayette of the Buddha Sect of the Haotian Peak, had a kind and joking face that was calm and calm, with a calm look of victory, and at the same time, there was a faint gloomy air on his body.

The Supreme Elder of Fozong, Golden Buddha, his face is now full of gloating expressions, and his whole body is full of complacency. Compared with the benevolent and kind-hearted appearance just now, he is almost a different person.

Taoist Qingfeng was still able to remain calm, but his eyes were full of fanaticism when he looked at his master, the Supreme Elder Weng Jianwei.

In the gloomy blue light, a figure suddenly appeared, the figure solidified quickly, and walked Shi Shiran.

Wearing a blue shirt, fluttering in the wind, foot-long black hair, sliding across the cheeks, and an eight-foot tall figure, with the fluttering of the blue shirt, under the folds, there are faintly concave and convex lines, the whole person is like jade , with a noble temperament, but his whole body exudes a bone-piercing icy cold, as if he had traveled from the eternal ice peak.

If it weren't for the long scar on his face from his forehead to his chin, this 16-year-old boy would definitely be considered a rare handsome man in the world.

"Zhao Xiang," Weng Jianwei, the supreme protector of the Immortal Sword Sect, continued to strengthen the power of the soul-searching mirror, his voice was unquestionable, "If you can hand over something like the secret of the magic weapon, for the sake of your honesty, I will not make things difficult for you, and promise to let you enter reincarnation, otherwise, I will not have any sympathy for you, and I will let you suffer all kinds of torture under the soul search guide, and your soul will be scattered!"

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