Alien replication system

Chapter 201 The Emperor's Way

On one side, there are the wicked Taoist priest and the lazy yawning mad monk, on the other side, the silent ghost, Chu Feng standing behind him, and the seven ghosts who are waiting solemnly. At the foot of the Beast God Palace, there is only Of these few people, the rest are only those disciples who are still guarding the foot of the Beast God Palace.

Of course, whether these people are present or not, it doesn't matter to the wicked Taoist priests and ghosts.

At this time, Chu Feng was full of doubts, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this wicked Taoist priest and one of the nine sons of the gods.

Time seemed to have fallen into silence, and there was a faint explosion of Yuanli from the sky. I don't know if those people were bombarding the nine huge imperial cauldrons, or they were fighting with each other. , After all, it became uneasy under the conflict and contention of these people.

Youhun seems to have fallen into a strange state, his body and mind are completely empty at the moment, he has no soul power and moral will, but his body, together with the wicked Taoist priest, slowly rises towards the mid-air, the wicked Taoist priest slightly With his eyes closed, there was peace under Youhun's black and cold mask.

After a long while, the wicked Taoist priest spoke again, but this time his voice became extremely vicissitudes, with a tired look, "How many volumes of that strange book "Huang Dao Jing" have you... read?"

Youhun slowly opened his mouth, "I'm afraid there are half more scrolls than senior."

The wicked Taoist sighed softly, ""Strange Records", "Shan Hai Zhi", and..."

""Records of the Great Wilderness"!" Ghost interfaced.

"Alas... Sure enough..." The wicked Taoist priest seemed to sigh even more. The small wooden fish hammer hadn't been hit on the wooden fish since just now.

At this moment, "Hey, grandpa, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Taoist dog, you've been moaning for a long time, and it's time to go. If Wu Que dies, who will get food for the Buddha?" The mad monk was already dissatisfied. opened.

"Why are you arguing? The crazy monk wants to eat all day long, and you swallowed your Buddha as a vegetable!" The wicked Taoist threw a wooden fish on the crazy monk's bare head.

Then he turned his head and smiled meaningfully at Youhun, "I'm looking forward to what you will look like in the future. If you really embark on that road, Pindao will take you as a precedent. At least, someone will set me up first." Pathfinder, isn't it?"

"However, the prince who dominated the entire Dagan back then is now walking on this road. I can't judge whether it is right or wrong, and Taoist priests. I am afraid that you, the heir of the Mohist family, will be the only one."

"Jiuzhou Zhi, it's fate, it's also disaster, grasp it carefully, Pindao is looking forward to it hahahaha..." Swinging the sleeve robe, it immediately floated down, ignoring the mad monk's fangs and claws, he picked up the wooden fish on the ground, and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, the wicked Taoist priest turned his head and said to the ghost who was still thinking about something, "If you go on this way for a long time, you will definitely hurt yourself. Fortunately, Pindao has made a fortune for you. Boy, this is your chance." After finishing speaking, he took a meaningful look at Chu Feng behind him.

He turned his head and walked away, looking like a master of Taoism, but was grabbed by the crazy monk, "What kind of dog skin plaster are you? Hurry up and make a few more, I guess there will be some stupid people later If you want to enter the Imperial Dao Cauldron, it would be good to exchange more gold coins."

When the wicked Taoist priest heard this, his old face suddenly became wretched, and his immortal demeanor just disappeared without a trace. !" The two extremely wretched figures, one fat and one thin, rushed towards the nine imperial cauldrons in the sky as if oiled, as if they were afraid that others would steal their business.

Even, during the speeding, the wicked Taoist priest still did not forget to pick up the broken bamboo pole, "One fate, two luck, three Fengshui, one ten-yuan crystal, no bargaining!" Got it.

Youhun was fascinated by the direction in which the two left quickly, and suddenly his face turned red, and he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black blood spewed out. The purple robe fluttered with the wind, and slowly fell backwards...

"Master!" The Seven Ghosts were shocked, and at this time, You Hun had completely lost consciousness...

Chu Feng was also taken aback, he hugged the white fox Xiaoying with one hand, and helped Youhun to lie down slowly with the other in embarrassment, not knowing what to do for a while.

Youhun vomited blood and fell down without warning, which obviously surprised the Seven Ghosts, and they supported Youhun's body in a hurry.

"Jiuzhou Zhi... The Emperor's Dao Jing, the Taoism that goes against the sky... After all, who is going against the sky..." Youhun murmured in his mouth, after all, he fell into a coma, and these half-knowledgeable words fell into Chu Feng's eyes. In the ear, there is another reaction, Mohist?A big prince?

Except for Prince Huang Quan, he has never had contact with anyone from the royal family, unless... that day in Bailong City, the one who came and went quickly... Mo Yanzhuo, the thirteen princes he was talking about?

And in the distance, in mid-air, the crazy monk and the wicked Taoist priest were running like lightning at the moment. The crazy monk looked at the wicked Taoist priest strangely for a long time, and suddenly said: "Hey... Wuliang's grandpa is a god, that's wrong!"

"What's wrong?" The wicked Taoist glanced at the crazy monk, with a look of no fuss.

The crazy monk patted his shiny head, and said suddenly, "My Lord Buddha, I just said it was strange, Taoist dog...why haven't you fainted yet?"

The wicked Taoist priest was taken aback, and just about to say something, he saw the crazy monk yank off the skirt of the wicked Taoist priest, slapped his forehead with a few slaps, and muttered, "Usually when I was with those old things, Didn't you faint once? Just now, you and that kid are fighting hard, and you haven't lost much?"

The wicked Taoist broke free from the fat palm of the crazy monk, and hit the bald head with a small hammer. Then he straightened his robes and said with a sullen expression, "What does this mean, it can only mean The cultivation level of this Taoist master is beyond the reach of ordinary people!" There was a hint of self-satisfaction in his brows.

The crazy monk frowned, as if he always felt that something was wrong, "Impossible, based on what you've done these days, besides selling fake medicines, no one would feed them to cats and dogs on the side of the road." Suddenly, the crazy monk seemed to remember Something like that, hastily pulled out the piece of floating dust from his waist, and buried his head in counting.

"One, two, three...99, one hundred..."

"...580 one, 580 two..."

"...Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine?" The mad monk spit and spit, but his plump lips moved extremely fast, "Ah? No! Why is there only nine thousand and nine?" One hundred and ninety-eight? One is missing!"

The crazy monk jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Dog Taoist priest, you stole my treasure!" Immediately, he grabbed the wicked Taoist priest by the collar and shook it desperately.

"Dog Taoist priest, his grandfather is infinitely respected, and the Buddha guards against this and that every day. I didn't expect it to be stolen by you, a dog Taoist. Hurry up and hand it over to the Buddha, or the Buddha will sell you fake medicine." Shake it so that the whole world knows it!" The crazy monk seemed to have lost a piece of his heart.

The piece of floating dust in his hand is an extraordinary object. It looks tattered and even has curly hair, but it is a magic weapon of space. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine golden cicada threads are nine thousand. Nine hundred and ninety-nine small worlds of Sumeru, inside which are countless treasures he collected.

Why did Granny Xuanyin know about the crazy monk and the wicked Taoist priest before, because these two are strange people who specialize in collecting rare treasures from all over the world!
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