"Shan'er, if you are practicing this humble way, even if you are protected by the auspicious heavenly light of Tantric Buddhism, the Three Evils of Hell and you are enough to kill him, so why bother to mobilize people and beg me to come and help?" said the middle-aged monk beside Yang Yantian.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but shake his head, glanced at Fahai in the net with disdain like looking down at an ant, and said coldly.
"Uncle Eleven, don't look at him as a humble person, but he is as cunning as a fox and as ruthless as a wolf. He also possesses several kinds of Buddhist magic and magical weapons. He is extremely difficult to deal with. My nephew's trip to the netherworld is so embarrassing.
, it can be said that it is all because of him. This time I planned to capture him, my nephew was worried that he would not die but would be injured by the tiger. Only by asking for your support can we ensure that nothing goes wrong. Hum, this time I must kill me
I will pay him back a thousandfold for the pain I suffered.”
Seeing Yang Yantian's frightened expression, the middle-aged Huo Cultivator couldn't help but shake his head again and said calmly, "A hundred years later, when the Holy Lord comes to the world, the seventy-two Holy Sects will inevitably be united again, and our divine sect, as this generation of Saints
The place where the saint will be reincarnated will surely prosper accordingly, and you will shoulder the responsibility of assisting the saint, unifying the holy sect, and fighting against the righteous path. As the young leader, you should set an example and become a powerful support for your brother's cause. But look at you, you are just a mere disciple.
A third-generation disciple of Dalin has caused you repeated setbacks, leaving you with a mutilated body, and also caused you to lose the magnanimity you should have as a young leader of a divine sect..."
"Uncle Eleven taught me a lesson, and my nephew has been taught a lesson." Yang Yantian heard this. Although he felt unhappy, he still put on a show of knowing his mistakes and correcting them immediately. He turned around, waved his hand, and commanded with dignity.
, "Cheer up this young master and use up his mana as soon as possible. Remember, never let him die."
"promise."
The young leader spoke, and the demon disciples did not dare to neglect. They used all their magic power crazily, urging the Holy Fire Token in their hands, and injected the demonic flames into the formation, turning into waves of flames*, one after another, continuously.
They flocked to Fahai with overwhelming force.
However, what surprised the demon disciples and Yang Yantian's uncle and nephew was that Fahai, who was surrounded by a large formation and could only guard a few feet of the auspicious sky light, was sweating profusely and extremely exhausted.
But no matter how many demon disciples swallowed pills and took medicine to increase their magic power, the endless demon flames outside the sky light did not seem to be approaching much, but only swollen the swastika vortex that appeared at an unknown time outside the sky light to the point of breaking...
…
"Try harder!" Yang Yantian shouted coldly again. Looking at the swollen swastika whirlpool, he couldn't help but feel suspicious. He had seen this swastika whirlpool before. "The art of moving stars and turning around."
?”
Just when Yang Yantian wanted to find out more, Fa Hai in the formation suddenly spoke, his voice weak, as if he was dying, "Yang... Yan... Tian, you are obviously hit... nothing
Root poison, why... didn't die..."
Hearing the four words rootless poison, Yang Yantian was immediately hit in a painful spot. He no longer cared about exploring the swastika whirlpool. His eyes containing endless murderous intent coldly locked Fa Hai, and even more appeared on his cheeks.
A sickly blush.
"The holy sects in the world are one and have the same origin. The contemporary holy sect will come to our religion in a hundred years. At that time, the holy sects will be unified. I, Yang Yantian, will be the first person under the holy sect and the leader. Do you think Shadow Poison Forest dares not to hand over the solution?
Medicine?"
Hearing this, Fahai nodded weakly, completely ignoring Yang Yantian's gnashing of teeth, and then said provocatively, "I heard... that in order to cure... the rootless poison, you must first... eat your own roots.
Become...a rootless person, and then take...rootless water...and take a unique antidote to recover. Is it possible that you will..."
"Gah bang~"
Yang Yantian gritted his steel teeth, and the hatred in his eyes shot straight into the sky. His red hair stood straight on his head, "Yes, you just feed yourself! So I will never let you die, I will let me
I will repay you a thousand times the humiliation I have suffered. I will cut your body into pieces and let you eat it piece by piece...I will make you live a life worse than death for hundreds of years, until I cultivate into Nascent Soul and rebuild my physical body.
…”
"You are so... cruel..."
"Haha, I'm so cruel! Do you regret it? Are you afraid? It's too late for everything, haha!!"
"Yan'er, please keep your temper. These ants are not worthy of your anger."
"Old guy, don't...pretend there...if you have the ability...just...kill me..."
"With my eleventh uncle's fourth-level cultivation, it would be easy to kill you. Unfortunately, you are not qualified to let him take action himself. You want to die quickly, but you have the wrong idea, haha."
"Yes, I have killed many masters above the fifth rank of Dalin Temple, but if I take action against a mere eighth-rank disciple of yours, and spread the word about it, it won't make the world laugh. I'm here, one is to suppress the enemy, and the other is you.
The pure sun beads and auspicious sky light on the body..."
"The Pure Yang Pearl is naturally a thank you gift from Uncle Eleven, but this auspicious sky light..."
"Stop talking about it. The auspicious sky light is a rare treasure of Buddhism. What do you want to use it for? Why don't you give it to your uncle as well? If you need anything in the future, I will definitely help you."
"this……"
"..."
Just as the uncle and nephew were arguing over the two rare treasures that they had not yet obtained, more than a dozen demons outside the formation had exhausted their magic power and stopped casting spells. The remaining demons were also at the end of their efforts, but they were forced to do so under orders.
Just hold on.
Not only were these eighth-grade demons like this, but even the three Hellfire Three Fiends who took over from the exhausted demons in the middle of the battle had lost a lot of mana.
At this time, Fahai in the formation was still half-dead like before. After such a long time, there was no change at all.
"That's not right! After this Hundred Flames Burning Heaven Array has been going on for so long, even a sixth-grade peak monk has been turned into scum. Even if this boy is protected by exotic treasures and blessed by elixirs, he can't withstand it for so long.
Could it be..."
After the middle-aged monk said that, a flaming Eye of Doom suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. He only glanced at it and burst out laughing, "Good boy, I can't see through your depth with the Eye of Doom. However, your auspicious sky light
The magic power has been weakening and not dissipating. From the beginning to the end of the relationship, you have been acting to delay time. Tsk tsk, although your cultivation level is low, you have such a scheme. If you are allowed to escape, a hundred years later, you will be a disaster for the Holy Sect."
"What?! He's actually acting?" Everyone, including Yang Yantian, was immediately stunned.
"Quickly, close the formation! The Three Fiends of Hell, capture him!" Yang Yantian found out that he was being played by Fahai again. Although he was filled with hatred, he still had no intention of capturing Fahai alive. What's more, there were middle-aged monks
Now, he is confident in his heart.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect you to see through it like this... Anyway, then I have to look a bit ugly..."
Fa Hai in the formation suddenly changed his expression and became energetic. After the auspicious sky light and the swastika vortex suddenly closed, the dragon relics shot out. In an instant, a giant 1,296 feet long and wide
The Hualong Pond appears at its feet with endless Brahma shadows and Buddha light.
"Great Brahma True Dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha, protected by all Buddhas, Prajna Bama Kong~"
As if standing on a huge city, Fa Hai formed seals with his hands, and a little empty, a huge storm vortex surged out of the Dragon Transformation Pool under his feet, and the boundless magic flames in the sky that had no time to collect instantly turned into a torrent of flames and were forcibly sucked into the pool. middle.
"Hey, Yang Yantian, my swastika whirlpool can not only move stars and fight, but also has the effect of embracing all rivers. And the magic flames condensed by these eighth-level demon disciples under your command are neither high nor low, so they are just suitable. I use it to absorb and refine. Although it is hard to cheat the tens of thousands of years of fire magic, it can be converted into tens of thousands of years of pure magic, which is enough for me to advance to the seventh level. Ahem, so, Thank you for your cooperation!” (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)