It was not just the Taoist Shunti, whether it was Guangchengzi, Taoist Heavenly Lord, or Kasyapa, at this moment, when I saw this seven-colored stream of light, I was stunned and stunned.
When the Shunti Taoist fell that day, they saw with their own eyes that the Seven Treasures Tree fell apart and dissipated into the vast world with the fall of Shunti Taoist.
But now, why did the Seven Treasures Treasures appear in the prehistoric world again, and it still appeared in Kong Xuan's hands?!
Could it be that they saw some hallucinations that day, and the Taoist Zhunti had not died, and the Seven Treasures of the Wonderful Tree had not fallen apart?
But if this is the case, how should Zhao Gongming become a saint explain? Where did that wisp of Hongmeng purple aura come from?
"Swish!"
It was a long time to say that, and just as everyone was shocked, Kong Xuan used the five-color divine light and the seven-treasure wonderful tree to combine the effect of brushing treasures to the extreme, with brilliant five-colored colors mixed with seven colors, and fell on the purple-gold bowl in front of the Rendeng Taoist.
"Buzz!"
When the two touch each other, the light immediately burst into pieces, and endless roars sounded, the universe shook, and the clouds were swelling.
Then, without waiting for the Lan Deng Taoist to react, the five-colored divine light and the power of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree were mixed, and the purple gold bowl was rolled up and taken back.
"boom……"
As soon as this scene appeared, everyone in the venue was shocked, and countless monks were gasping for air.
The purple gold bowl is the treasure of the Taoist Lan Deng, and the Taoist Lan Deng is no longer the quasi-saint of the past, but the Daluo Golden Immortal.
But now, Kong Xuan actually brushed this treasure with the five-colored divine light and the seven-treasure wonderful tree. This scene is really shocking.
"court death!"
Taoist Ran Deng was even more furious, and his palm suddenly poked forward, and the golden light shone, so he wanted to grab the purple gold bowl and put it in his pocket.
However, although the speed of the Taoist Randeng was fast, the five-colored divine light and the seven-treasure wonderful tree used by Kong Xuan were faster, and he did not give the Taoist Randeng to get closer with his big hand. The purple gold bowl had been grabbed by her and flew into the Ten Abyss.
In an instant, Taoist Ran Deng felt that the connection between the purple gold bowl and himself was completely broken at this moment. No matter how he perceived it, he could not perceive a single minute, as if he had disappeared from this world.
"call out!"
Immediately afterwards, taking advantage of the moment when the purple gold bowl disappeared and the blocking light curtain disappeared, the seven nail-headed arrows transformed by Houyi's spirit suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and with a sharp roar, piercing the head of Taoist Randeng.
The Taoist Ren Randeng was shocking wildly, and subconsciously turned his head to dodge. However, although he avoided the deadly position, the sharp arrow still penetrated the top of his head, directly dispersing his hair bun, and even on the top of his head, bringing out a long blood mark.
The blood instantly rolled down along the forehead of the Taoist Randeng, making his entire head look like a blood gourd.
"You guys are looking for death!"
The Taoist Ran Deng was angry and attacked his heart, and flames almost spewed out from his eyes.
He had just become a saint, which was the first real battle after he became a saint. But he never expected that in this first battle, he suffered such a huge loss. Not only was the purple gold bowl washed away by Kong Xuan, but he was even a seven-arrow arrow that was transformed from Houyi's essence, cut off his hair bun, cut his scalp, and turned his head into a blood gourd.
Where should all this be put into place the dignity of the saint?
Once it is spread, in the future, people in the world will say that although the little saint, the little saint, died, was inherited by the little saint's name by him, Taoist Lan Deng!
"kill!"
Immediately, Taoist Ran Deng did not hesitate at all. The Lingjiu Palace lamp floating behind him flashed suddenly. A small green coffin appeared in the heart of Zhuhuoyan. A flash of light immediately, and a big hand covered with red hair poked out and grabbed Emperor Xin.
"Ran Deng, today is the time for you to fall! Today is the moment when my Xuanfeng Army kills the saint again!"
Seeing this, Emperor Xin did not dodge or avoid, and even a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
What did he laugh at?!
How could he laugh at this time?!
Taoist Randeng looked at the smile on Di Xin's face and felt a sudden slap in his heart. Suddenly, he felt an extremely bad premonition.
"Not good!" At the same time, Guangchengzi saw the smile on Emperor Xin's face, and he hurriedly shouted to the Taoist Randeng: "Saint Randeng, be careful that this thief has taken your Lingjiu Palace Lantern!"
boom!
Guangchengzi fell down, and Taoist Ran Deng immediately felt like a ray of thunder rolling and shaking. In an instant, he understood where the sense of crisis he had born came from. Without thinking, he forcibly reversed the Lingjiu Palace Lantern and wanted to enter his body.
"Sorry, this lamp belongs to me!"
But at this moment, Di Xin smiled strangely and shouted coldly.
"Buzz!"
As he fell, the heart of the candle flame in the Lingjiu Palace lantern flashed suddenly, and suddenly, it gradually began to become translucent.
Seeing this, Taoist Ran Deng felt a sense of horror, especially when he felt the connection between the Lingjiu Palace Lantern and himself. At this moment, the feeling of panic in his heart was getting weaker and deeper.
"receive!"
Without thinking, the Taoist Ren Ran Deng shouted, reached out to grab the Lingjiu Palace Lantern and wanted to put it in his hands.
But the moment he stretched out his hand, the Lingjiu Palace Lantern disappeared from his eyes strangely. The position where his palm touched, and the eyes reached, turned into nothingness.
What a beautiful Lingjiu Palace Lantern, at this moment, it seemed to have evaporated out of thin air and disappeared.
"This lamp is my return!"
The next moment, Taoist Ran Deng suddenly saw that the Lingjiu Palace Lantern actually appeared in the hands of Emperor Xin. Although the heart of the candle flame was still shining and beating, he could not feel the energy he had left in the Lingjiu Palace Lantern...
There is only one possibility for this feeling, that is, this Lingjiu Palace Lantern is no longer something that belongs to him, but to Emperor Xin.
"How is it possible...it's impossible...how did you do it?"
Taoist Ran Deng was stunned and lost his mind. He stared at Di Xin in a daze, his head buzzing.
The Lingjiu Palace Lantern was closely related to him and his breath was consistent. He really couldn't understand why this lamp suddenly became a thing of Emperor Xin.
Not only the Taoist Randeng, Guangchengzi, Daoxing Tianzun, Kasyapa and others, they all looked pale and their eyes were full of fear.
They also could not understand the reason for this scene, but there is no doubt that this scene also sounded the alarm for them.
Emperor Xin, since even the treasure of the saint can be seized, let alone the spiritual treasure in their hands?!