No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 318

"Poor disciples of saints, you seem to be so high and unattainable, but in fact your soul and body are piles of resources. You can bully and bully the poorer ones, and even if you meet the real masters, even if you become big , the quasi-sage, is also vulnerable."

The long-haired monk was full of contempt, and he looked down on Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao.

When the two brothers were ridiculed like this, they immediately became furious.

Jin Jiao yelled: "You are a monster who is neither human nor ghost, Buddha or demon, do you think that the pure fire of heaven and earth is our limit? Hmph, since you are looking for death, then you can't blame our brothers."

"Brother, do you really want to do this?"

Silver Horn seemed a little apprehensive of what was about to happen.

"What are you afraid of? This person is not kind. If he doesn't try his best, he will die. Do you want to disappoint the important task that the teacher entrusted to us?"

Yinjiao hesitated, subconsciously looked in the direction of Tushita Palace, finally made up his mind, and carefully took out a half black and half white pill from his bosom.

On the white side of this elixir, there are four black and gold dao marks, on which are justice, kindness, justice, and fairness, representing the supreme avenue of order and balance in the world, exuding a powerful and awe-inspiring aura.

The black side of the elixir is imprinted with five white-gold Dao marks, which also represent the five supreme avenues, but the aura it emits is extremely sinister, making people tremble and panic. They are: Evil, killing, disease, desire, and chaos represent the most sinister, dark, dark, and poisonous aspects of the Three Realms.

"Hehe, the supernatural pill of good and evil, tsk tsk, the saint is indeed a saint, this kind of medicine can be refined, quickly, swallow it quickly, let me see and see, whether the saint's disciples can resist evil Righteousness, one thought transcends life, or is it swallowed by evil thoughts and reduced to a member of the heavenly demon? Hahaha!"

The long-haired monk's eyes lit up, he couldn't help but get excited, and couldn't help urging the hesitant Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao to swallow the elixir.

"Brother, I..."

The Yinjiao family knew their own affairs, and his cultivation base was indeed promoted forcibly by piling up, and his Taoism and state were also forcibly suppressed by relying on foreign objects, and this elixir was originally given to them by the old master to use desperately, but Yinjiao knew very well that it was hard to say whether he could fight off the long-haired monk, and he was definitely doomed.

So Yinjiao really couldn't summon up the courage to eat it.

Jin Jiao also had a constipated face and was very tangled up, and he said with fantasy: "Senior, we brothers are new here, and we really don't know where we offended you, old man, or please see it for the sake of my teacher, Mrs. Don't worry if we die, the benefits will definitely be given to you."

"Don't talk nonsense, eat as soon as you are told, mere saint, I don't care about it!"

The long-haired monk seemed to be moody. One moment he was laughing and joking, not looking very vicious, and the next moment he was furious. The violent momentum was so fierce that it made it difficult for the two brothers to breathe.

"You, don't bully people too much!"

Jinjiao's eyes were about to burst, and his whole face was flushed red. The huge aura of the long-haired monk seemed substantial, as if an ancient giant mountain was pressing on his head. If he didn't move, he would be crushed to death.

"Junior brother, I will fight first, if it doesn't work, you can swallow the pill!"

After all, Jin Jiao is a disciple of a sage, and he still has some backbone. He closed his eyes and swallowed the elixir in one gulp. At the same time, he hurriedly recited the incantation taught by the Supreme Lord to restrain the magical thoughts of the elixir. endlessly.

"Well, yes, yes, the saint's method is really good. There is a secret in the elixir, and it can actually suppress the five evil thoughts. Hehe, yes, it's really good!"

The long-haired monk looked at the rapidly rising golden horn, not only was he not afraid, but the mortals became more and more excited, until the golden horn climbed to the quasi-sacred realm, he became even more hysterical, got up from the throne excitedly, and yelled, acting extremely Perverse and weird, like a madman.

"Is this the quasi-sage? It's so powerful, such a terrifying power, demon, you are dead, you are born with chaotic Yangjian fire, refining the three realms into nothingness, chaotic pure fire, come out!"

A quasi-sage mana was crazily poured into the Yanghuo plantain fan in his hand. The plantain fan gradually became red and hot, and soon turned into a dazzling sun. With the golden horn struggling to open the fan, a golden flame with ash in it flew out.

"Chaos Pure Fire? Okay, okay!"

The long-haired monk was even more excited, dancing on the huge throne, as if welcoming flowers and fine wine, not caring at all about incinerating the void into nothingness, leaking the chaotic pure fire of the space storm that destroyed the three worlds.

You must know that this is the Three Realms, and the barriers of space are so tyrannical, the space storm that can easily destroy all living beings in the Three Realms, and countless Huiyuan are kept out. It was when Gong Gong smashed Buzhou Mountain that the space was broken. It's just that Nuwa patched up the sky in time, otherwise all the people in the three realms would die.

It can be seen from this that in the space of the Three Realms, except for the ancient powers of the saint level, there are almost no immortals who can break it alive.

However, it is only the golden horn of the Daluo realm. After swallowing the good and evil one thought supernatural pill, it represents the bright and righteous way of the most rigid, the most yang, the most pure and the most holy in the world. Being able to control the Yanghuo Banana Fan with all his strength, he unleashes the chaotic pure fire that can burn down the space barriers of the three realms.

Back then, Sun Wukong was calcined in the Bagua furnace of Taishang Laojun. If there was a trace of this kind of flame, it would disappear immediately, and he would be smelted into slag.

"The world is impermanent, the four great sufferings are empty, the five skandhas have no self, birth and death change, and hypocrisy has no owner."

With the addition of chaotic pure fire, the long-haired monk was suddenly surrounded by nothingness, and the space storm that could subvert the three realms mercilessly swept in, wrapped him tightly in it, and ravaged him fiercely.

However, the long-haired monk clasped his hands together, chanted the mantra, and the treasure looked solemn. The black golden lotus under the throne slowly turned, emitting a faint black light. It seemed that it could be blown out with one breath, but it was as firm as a rock, purifying the chaos. The fire and the void storm were firmly blocked outside, and nothing could leak in.

The chaotic net fire comes quickly and goes even faster.

After just three breaths, Jin Jiao's face was like gold paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The terrifying aura of the quasi-sage was gone, and then he rolled his eyes, raised his head and fell from the cloud.

The chaotic pure fire, the incinerated space barrier, is also rapidly healing.

Yin Jiao turned pale with shock, and hurriedly held Jin Jiao, who was sluggish, and looked at the long-haired monk who was smiling in horror, his heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley.

(End of this chapter)