Three Realms Super Red Packet Group

Chapter 145
After Baoyue Buddha King smashed an old non-xiu who wanted to sneak attack her to steal the demon seed, he looked at Chu Ye who was slaying demons with a knife.

"The successor of the magic knife?" She murmured, her eyes became sharper.

"Are you here to provoke the deity?"

She directly transmitted the voice to Chu Ye's ear, and shouted sharply.

Chu Ye pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Provocation? That's right!"

"Hmph, it's nothing more than a successor. You, a mortal, really think that you have become the overlord of ancient times!"

Flames were burning in the demon pupils of Baoyue Buddha King, staring at Chu Ye with a slight chill.

"It just so happens that the enmity between the two realms of the devil and sky in ancient times began with the obliteration of you!"

"If you have the ability, then just come." Chu Ye calmly split a few skeleton demon soldiers who rushed towards him, and stared at her.

"Arrogant junior, the power of this seat is beyond your imagination!"

"Pfft." Hearing this kind of words again, Chu Ye couldn't hold back for a while, and chuckled suddenly.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

King Baoyue Buddha was instantly irritated by Chu Ye's laughter, and rushed towards him roaring like a powder keg being ignited.

When her jade hand was about to cover Chu Ye's head, a thin but warm palm with golden Buddha energy blocked her fierce move.

Chu Ye pressed Nihai Knife slightly, and looked at its owner along the palm of his hand. This is a smiling golden robed monk. His eyes are almost invisible on his fat face.

"As the overlord among the ancient demons, it would be too much of a status to attack a young junior."

The golden-robed monk dismissed Baoyue Buddha lightly, smacking his tongue and laughing.

"Who are you?" Baoyue Buddha King squinted at the monk with his cold eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"Poor monk Mingyuan, the nearby Zen mountain belongs to my senior brother. Your Excellency is killing you here. Could it be that you think that there is no one in my Zen sect that can cure you!"

"Chanshan? The inheritance of Tianshi Huichan really still exists. It is worth my effort to wake up the devil's fetus. Zhenshizhu, it belongs to me, and the fairy fate on the Tianta will also belong to me The third demon pity."

Baoyue Buddha King frowned first, then thought of something, raised his head and laughed.

The golden-robed monk's expression suddenly changed when he heard the words: "Mo Nian, how dare you call my Zen Mountain's most precious treasure 'Zhen Shizhu'? Look at the poor monk who will send you to reincarnation today, the vajra descends the magic pestle!"

A golden pestle, engraved with three Buddha statues, erupted with blazing light, and all the demon soldiers and generals who approached were reduced to ashes under the light.
"It's just you, it's not worthy!"

Baoyue Buddha King snorted coldly, and then completely reversed into the third demon. The gold-threaded Buddha clothes all over her body were stripped away, and the thick ink steaming in the void floated out and wrapped around her body, wrapping her skin and face into one. A seductive and charming mature woman.

She waved her arms, suppressing the Demon Subduing Pestle with impressive force, and at the same time sighed softly: "Unfortunately, the Demon Embryo has not yet fully completed, otherwise how could I have only this little power in my Demon Art for nearly ten thousand years."

The golden-robed monk's face was flushed, his body kept retreating, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible, you are just a magic idea and an unfinished magic embryo, how can you be so strong?"

All the Buddhist monks who were still fighting with the demon soldiers and generals all around saw this scene and shouted in unison: "Zhan Master Mingyuan!"

Especially the old monk wearing a black gold cassock who rushed over, performed his skills angrily, and the Buddha's light all over his body flourished again, directly annihilated the swarming demon soldiers and generals, and rushed in front of the golden robe monk.

Chu Ye stood aside, carefully sizing up the transformed Third Demon.

He knows very little about the history of ancient monks, and no one has explained it to him, but with the soul-absorbing and immortal consciousness, coupled with the derivation method of Taoist scriptures and comprehension, he can still infer Some information about the other party.

"Both the magic fetus and the soul exude a very ancient aura."

On Earth, this was the most time-heavy experience he had ever encountered, much heavier than the pharmacist Lu Fu and the old monk in Longhu Mountain Court.

Especially the soul, it seems that apart from an unknown evil thought, there is another extremely negative soul.

It was because of the fusion of negative souls with the demonic thoughts that the third demon suddenly gained a lot of power before the sacrifice was completed.According to the classification, her current realm is probably infinitely close to that of an Earth Immortal, and even when a battle breaks out, her combat power is not inferior to that of an Earth Immortal.

"Swallowed the soul of King Baoyue Buddha, injected all the essence of his life into the evil thoughts, and forcibly infected the body of King Baoyue Buddha. It seems that you are not so optimistic about your situation!"

The golden Yuanli light from Chu Ye's fingertips shone, protecting the golden-cloaked monk, and blocking the third demon's one-shot supernatural power.

The golden robed monk clutched his chest, startled: "Little guy, you...?"

Originally, the monk was still worried about Chu Ye, and felt guilty for not sending Chu Ye away in time because he was acting brave for a while, but the third devil, taking advantage of his confusion, broke out the nightmare killing finger, and wanted to kill him. He recruited and cleared the monks, but was rescued by the young man he had saved.

"This Master Chanshan, the opponent's realm is slightly higher than yours, and the soul is even more different, and the opponent is also good at soul power, so please leave quickly."

Chu Ye fixed his eyes on the old monk, and Huang Zhong flew out of the sea of ​​consciousness, automatically resisting the third demon's unrivaled power.

"Little brother, how did you, a little cultivator in the primordial spirit realm, do it?" the golden-robed monk asked in disbelief.

"Probably my talent is outstanding."

Chu Ye dealt with it casually, ignoring what the golden-robed monk wanted to ask, staring straight at the third demon, and walked over slowly.

The third demon is very strong, even if he just takes a look at it, anyone will feel that he is far from her opponent.

But Chu Ye didn't care. During this period of time, Nihai Dao brought him endless confidence: as long as it is a demon, as long as it is not in the realm of immortality, it will be scum in front of Nihai Dao. Basically a little devil with one knife.

The golden-robed monk wanted to say something more, but was grabbed by the old monk in the black-gold cassock who rushed over immediately, and galloped back.The other arm grabbing at Chu Ye was guided by the vibrating barren clock to another time and space, where there was no Chu Ye, no one, and only air.

The old monk in the black gold cassock looked at the palm of his hand, and looked at Chu Ye with a suspicious face: "This kid, you have a good trick!"

The third demon Lian also noticed Chu Ye's movements, and his expression suddenly became more serious.

"The power of time and space? This kind of power is to a degree that the mortal world has never possessed! Who the hell is this guy? Not only have you inherited the magic sword, but you are only in the primordial state, and you can completely bear my magic power without changing your face!" Wei! Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)