Supreme Celestial Devil

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The sub-god, hundreds of thousands of years, may not be born.

Once a **** is born, he will be proud of the world, let all monks worship, and let the world's souls bow their heads.

It can be said that the sub-god is the oracle in the red dust, the supreme master.

Numerous sub-gods were born in the Fengshen era, but after the Fengshen era, the sub-gods are hard to see.

Not to mention the second god, even the monks in the eternal realm have almost become legends, they can be called "Supreme", the supreme supreme king.

That is to say, in this era, as long as you can cultivate to "Eternal World", it is almost invincible, and you can call it supreme everywhere you go.

Therefore, when the monk Ning Xiaochuan and Tangan heard that there was a subtle breath in the residual tower, they were naturally shocked and took a step back.

Is this iron tower really broken by the second god?

"Impossible! How great is the existence of the sub-god. The world is so big that there is no place to trap the sub-god. How could it be sealed under the demon holy kingdom?" Ning Xiaochuan immediately shook his head and felt that there could be no sub-god Still alive.

"Amitabha! The poor monk also feels that a great sub-god cannot be trapped in a broken supreme imperial weapon. Perhaps the sub-god's breath sensed by the Huashi should be a treasure left by the sub-god. The monk Tangan's eyes lit up again, not only full of interest in the Supreme Emperor, but also the treasure left by the second god.

He took out a purple gold bowl and put it in the palm of his hand, facing the mouth of the purple gold bowl to the sixteen-storey residual tower.

A purple beam of light shot out of the purple bowl!

The purple light wrapped the huge residual tower, and numerous golden Buddhist texts emerged, pulling the residual tower towards the purple golden bowl.

"Monk, that's the Supreme Emperor, and it's impossible to collect it from ordinary storage vessels."

"If it is forcibly collected, the breath of the Supreme Emperor will escape, enough to crush your storage vessels." Ning Xiaochuan said.

Ning Xiaochuan possessed the Qiankun bracelet and Qiankun ring, and did not dare to collect the residual towers.

Because the Qiankun bracelet and the Qiankun ring are both congenital nine-pin pieces, but the residual tower is the supreme imperial weapon. If they are forcibly collected, the Qiankun bracelet and the Qiankun ring will be broken.

"Anyway, this Buddhist artifact of the poor monk has been lighted by a high monk, enough to carry half of the Supreme Emperor's artifact." The Buddhist text radiates a dazzling Buddha light, and between heaven and earth, the sounds of the Buddha are echoing.

"Wow!"

That huge residual tower really shook slightly.

Hua Qinglian glanced at the monk Tangan, her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression, saying: "I have seen a record of a Buddhist ware, that Buddhist ware in a volume of iron books. The name is 'A Thousand Kingdoms Purple Bowl', which was forged by a Buddhist monk. "

"Legend, that purple bowl can collect one thousand kingdoms and one thousand worlds, but it is the treasure of the Buddhist gate."

"The purple gold bowl in the master's hand is very similar to the legendary Qianguo purple bowl, even the pattern on the bowl is exactly the same."

The monk Tangan stared deeply at Hua Qinglian and said, "It is indeed a reincarnation god, and the experience is not comparable to ordinary people. However, this purple gold bowl of Lao Xun is just an imitation, not the body of a thousand kingdoms purple bowl."

Ning Xiaochuan touched his chin, some did not believe the words of the monk Tangan.

Can an imitation copy be used to collect the Supreme Emperor?

The purple gold bowl in the hands of the monk Tangan is mostly the legendary treasure of the Buddha!

Hua Qinglian and Ning Xiaochuan had the same idea, and looked at the purple gold bowl in the hands of the monk Tangan with strange eyes.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, there was a strange and terrifying noise in that tower. The sound was so sharp that the purple stars shook.

not good!

Ning Xiaochuan first noticed that he wasn't good enough. He drove the magic sword and immediately flew backwards.

At the same time, he mobilized all the powers of the heavens, earth, and worlds to protect himself.

"boom!"

The strange sound of the residual tower was extremely horrible, and the defensive cover laid out by Ning Xiaochuan was defeated.

The sound wave was introduced into the ear, causing Ning Xiaochuan's brain to be blank and the eardrum to be trembling.

"Snapped!"

The eardrum is cracked.

Two blood flows from both ears, and a severe pain spreads throughout the body.

Just as Sonic tore Ning Xiaochuan's body to pieces, the supreme power in the depths of the blood burst out, showing a state of "the supreme body of gods and demons".

Finally, the power of that sound wave was blocked, and the flesh was not torn.

However, his mind was still blank, Qiqiao bleeding, and it took a long time to gradually recover.

As soon as his sanity recovered, he immediately served a white high-grade Dan.

This high-grade dan is made from the brain of the demon and can be used to heal damaged nerves.

In addition to Ning Xiaochuan, Hua Qinglian was also sent to Zhenfei by the sudden sound wave, Qiqiao bleed and suffered severe damage. If he did not have the Supreme Protector, he might have been torn by the sound wave's body.

If that's the case, a deity turned around and fell.

"Pap!"

The purple gold bowl in the hands of the monk Tangan was shaken by numerous cracks, but it was not broken. A golden filament was connected between the cracks to keep the shape of the purple gold bowl unchanged.

This monk also flew more than 500 meters away before he stood firm. Except that the monk's robe was shattered and torn, it seemed that he was not injured at all.

After Ning Xiaochuan took the senior Dan, the injury healed quickly, and he quickly adjusted his breath. He stood up, glanced at the monk Tangan, and said to himself, "This monk is really not ordinary. The scary sound wave just now, me and Hua Qing Lian retreated swiftly, and she was almost dead. But he was like no one, and he was not injured at all. "

Subsequently, Ning Xiaochuan's eyes were on the broken purple gold bowl in the hands of the monk Tangan, and he shook his head gently.

That purple gold bowl should really be just an imitation. If it is a true "Chinese Purple Bowl", it will never be cracked.

However, the purple gold bowl was just shattered and not broken, so it can be seen that even if it is just an imitation, it is definitely not simple, at least it is a supreme device!

"Amitabha! In that residual pagoda ... is there really a living sub-god who just warned him?" The monk Tan Gan stared at the distant pagoda in the distance with a fearful expression.

"It's not a sub-god, it's just a means left by the sub-god!" Hua Qinglian suppressed the injury and immediately rushed over, saying, "I'm sure now, there is absolutely no living sub-god in the residual tower. If true It is a living sub-god. The sound wave just now is enough to let us die a hundred times. "

"It seems to make sense," said Dangan Monk.

"Oh!"

The sound of a monster beep sounded.

Ning Xiaochuan looked towards the distance, and saw a billowing demon cloud coming in this direction, forming a fan-shaped encirclement, flying fast in the dark void.

Dozens of great demon's mental powers spread out and swept one by one from Ning Xiaochuan.

"Oops! The sound waves that Canta just sent out startled the demon monsters, and they will soon come over. Once they were discovered, three humans appeared in the holy kingdom of the monsters, and the three of us were dead. ! "Said Dangan monk.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "Taking the spirit of the master just in danger and unpredictable cultivation, is he still afraid of the monster of the demon race?"

"Just now ... The poor monk was able to withstand the sonic attack just by relying on the strength of a Buddhist scripture. If the demon of the demon race came, the poor monk would surely be swallowed up by them." A Buddhist scripture.

As soon as the Buddhist scriptures were taken out, the Buddhist scriptures became fragments, and flew into the void like flying butterflies.

"The Buddhist power of the Buddhist scriptures has disappeared, all used to resist the sound waves just now." The monk Tangan sighed.

Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian glanced at each other and still didn't believe the words of the monk Tangan, but couldn't find the flaw.

The monk Tangan was very dishonest. No one knew when he was telling the truth and when he was telling the truth.

If it was just a few big demon, Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian would be able to cope with it.

However, there are dozens of big demon shadows in that demon cloud, and there seems to be the breath of the Beastmaster.

"Now we only have two paths. One is to hide in the residual tower; the other is to break into the purple planet."

"Breaking into the purple planet is definitely a death. Hiding into the residual tower is definitely a life of nine deaths. How do you choose?" Hua Qinglian said.

Ning Xiaochuan glanced at the residual tower and said, "To enter the residual tower, we must pass through two layers of extremely cold currents. I'm afraid we have already died in the cold currents before entering the residual towers."

Hua Qinglian said: "The two layers of cold current can freeze us to death, and we can certainly freeze those monsters. As long as we can pass through the two layers of cold current, it is equivalent to adding two layers of natural shields."

"Amitabha!"

The monk Tangan folded his hands, and the elephant was solemn and serious: "The poor monk has three volumes of Buddhist scriptures, all of which have been opened by Buddhist monks. They can drive away evil and avoid the cold. Maybe they can resist the power of the cold current."

The monk Tangan pulled three rolls of waxy yellow sutras from the placket and handed them to Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "Did not all your Buddhist scriptures have been snatched up by King Qingying?"

"This is the last three volumes. The poor monk has been hiding inside the placket to avoid the cold. Therefore, these three volumes of Buddhist scriptures have been retained." Tangan monk said calmly.

Hua Qinglian reached out to pick up the Buddhist scriptures handed over by the monk Tangan, but the monk Tangan tightly grabbed the Buddhist scriptures and said with a smile: "Amitabha! One thousand pieces of basalt, one roll of Buddhist scripture."

"puff!"

Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian almost vomited blood.

"Why don't you grab it?" Ning Xiaochuan wanted to slay the monk Dangan to death.

The monk Tangan stared at the demon clouds rolling in the distance and felt the killing spirit. He gently treated the monk's robe, and said quietly: "If you don't buy it, don't worry, don't force it! Amitabha!"

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