Summoned the Strongest Villain

The white-browed Arhat's expression moved slightly, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped towards the Dan Pavilion.

"I didn't expect my chance to be so blessed that I could even meet the Heavenly Emperor's Pill Pavilion."

"If we can obtain the elixirs collected by the Heavenly Emperor, perhaps our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple will be even stronger."

However, when the white-browed Arhat saw the gate of the Pill Pavilion wide open, his heart sank.

Immediately, with a movement of his body, he rushed into the alchemy pavilion in an instant.

When the white-browed Arhat saw the neatly arranged jade bottles around the hall, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, no one got there first."

As time passed, the white-browed Arhat who was on the first floor of Dan Pavilion couldn't help but look gloomy.

"Scrap, trash, all trash."

Seeing that all the elixirs had evaporated and couldn't stand the lapse of time, even with the Buddha-dharma mind of the white-browed arhat who had practiced for fifty years, he became a little frustrated.

No one can calm down after seeing so many panaceas turned into waste products.

The elixir that can be stored by the Heavenly Emperor, no matter how poor the grade, can produce many masters and even grand masters, but now all the elixirs are weathered, which makes people mad with hatred.

The white-browed arhat didn't hesitate, seeing the stairs in the hall, his figure changed instantly, and he rushed directly to the second floor.

The white-browed arhat was not like Chu Feng, who only saw the whole picture at a glance, but with a glimmer of hope, opened every bottle of pills on the second floor, but the result was disappointing, none of the pills could survive.

"The third floor."

The white-browed arhat felt overwhelmed and rushed to the third floor in an instant.

What came into view was a door, and there was nothing else on the third floor.

"Ok?"

Before the white-browed arhat came to the door, he stretched out a palm and gently pushed the door, but the door didn't move at all.

The white-browed arhat took a deep breath, his whole body exploded with zhenqi, and the door of the room that had been silent was slowly opened.

The moment the door was pushed open, Chu Feng who was sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and put the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir in his hand into the interspatial ring, stood up and looked at the white-browed Arhat outside the door.

After the door was pushed open, the white-browed Arhat also saw Chu Feng, and then moved his nose slightly, smelling the strong medicinal fragrance in the room.

The moment he smelled the fragrance of the medicine, the white-browed Luohan felt that he seemed a few years younger, and even some hidden diseases in his body seemed to be cured.

The white-browed Luohan stepped into the room, and behind him was the door of the room, clasped his hands together and said, "It turns out that His Highness King Qin, I wonder what His Highness found here?"

Seeing the white-browed Arhat standing in front of the door, the corners of Chu Feng's mouth could not help but curl.

These bald donkeys are really scheming people, it seems that no matter what his answer is, this white-browed arhat will not believe it, and must be looking for him.

Chu Feng calmly said, "So it's the white-browed arhat. I believe that the white-browed arhat already knows everything here. Everything has been corroded by time, so how could there be anything left?"

The white-browed arhat nodded slightly, "That's right, the Heavenly Emperor existed in ancient times. It is true that nothing can be preserved after a hundred thousand years, but this is the third floor of the Pill Pavilion. All the most precious things of the Heavenly Emperor should be stored. Although time is ruthless, the Emperor of Heaven is a person with great fortune, so it may not be impossible to preserve some things."

"I don't know if His Highness has found anything? Please also tell the poor monk to satisfy the poor monk's curiosity."

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became cold, "Arhat with white eyebrows, this king said that there is nothing, but there is nothing. Do you really doubt this king?"

The white-browed Arhat looked unmoved, and still stood there without giving way in the slightest.

"Your Highness, everything in the world has a cause and effect. Maybe the things here are destined to my Buddha. It may not be good for Your Highness to go. Please take them out and have a look. If they are not related to my Buddha, the poor monk will definitely not force you any more."

Hearing what the white-browed Arhat said, Chu Feng couldn't help but silently smiled.

"Very well, it seems that you want to die and want me to send you to see your Buddha."

boom! ! !

Chu Feng violently punched out, the void vibrated suddenly, ripples rippled out, and the glove emerged from his body. With the punch, the entire Pill Pavilion vibrated slightly.

boom! ! !

On the third floor of the Pill Pavilion, a wall was blown apart, and a figure shot out backwards.

The white-browed arhat who was flying upside down instantly swayed his white eyebrows, like a fine steel whip, and whipped towards Chu Feng who was following him.

Chu Feng covered his cheeks with both hands, and his white eyebrows, which were like fine steel whips, frantically lashed at him.

There were bursts of sound like beating drums.

Chu Feng swung his fists suddenly, grabbed the long eyebrows of the white-browed arhat in an instant, and with the force of the impact, bullied the white-browed arhat in front of him, kicked it out, and the sound of an angry explosion buzzed.

Chapter 122 Evil King Escort

boom! ! !

Venerable Baimei's body suddenly fell from the sky and smashed into the ground.

The ground shook slightly, and a figure fell from the sky. Chu Feng exuded a domineering aura all over his body, without giving Venerable Baimei any time to react, he continued to attack Venerable Baimei.

boom! ! !

The ground exploded, and the white-browed Venerable had long since lost his compassionate appearance, and looked a little ferocious.

How can he not be angry if he is a mighty Arhat of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, a half-step Grand Master, suppressed by a junior who is not yet a Grand Master.

I saw Venerable Baimei raised his palm slightly, and the void shook instantly, a force of oppression condensed, and a giant palm that lifted the sky burst into the sky.