My brother is so stable

Zhao Gongming asked: "Can this saint's corpse be refined into something good?"

"It's about the same as the corpse of the quasi-sage," Li Changshou said, "His Taoism has returned to the sea of ​​Taoism, the rhyme of Taoism is gone, and the primordial spirit has been evaporated by the power of 24 heavens.

Saint's blood is a good thing, but I feel that his blood is too mottled, and it is a little useless for alchemy. "

Afterwards, the two tacitly raised their heads and looked at the Taoist.

High in the sky, the guiding Taoist was restrained by the incarnation of the Taiqing sage who transformed into three qings. He didn't struggle at this moment, but closed his eyes instead.

He seemed confident and unfazed.

At most, it's a few shakes.

Zhao Gongming pondered a few times: "The saint...doesn't there be a magic weapon for storage?"

Di Ting almost went crazy.

Isn't this focus a bit wrong!

"There should be," Li Changshou raised his hand and shot out two bursts of immortal power, the saint's body was instantly cut into two halves, and several discarded treasures slipped out, all of which could no longer be used.

Li Changshou was full of regret, but Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, wrapped these treasures with immortal power, turned around and yelled:

"Sage Treasure Fragment Zhunti Saint Commemorative Edition! Is there any brother who wants to collect it?"

The Immortal Jiejiao suddenly promised that if they were not blocked outside, they would probably rush up to snatch them.

Zhao Gongming smiled calmly: "The one with the highest price wins!"

Immediately, Jiejiaoxian became more interested.

Li Changshou: ...

Probably, this is the God of Wealth, the God of Wealth.

The two squatted next to the corpse and tinkered for a while, and soon found that there was nothing of great value, at most they made some precious materials for refining equipment.

"How to deal with this corpse?"

"Of course it's burned, and I keep it to study how the saint's corpse changed."

Li Changshou smiled, and then started a wave of... more 'retro' operations.

I saw paper Taoist figures flying out of his sleeves, and these paper Taoist figures rolled over and fell to the ground, quickly turning into old Taoists and old women.

Six old Taoists sat cross-legged next to the saint's corpse, and began to recite scriptures, such as the Taoist "Saving People", the Taoist "Sending Soul Sutra", the Western teaching "The Curse of Rebirth" and so on.

The scene suddenly became lively.

There were four other middle-aged paper Taoists, standing in the positions of four images around the saint's body, they picked up four suonas with different timbres synchronously, and played a cheerful and high-pitched tune with their cheeks.

Then there are paper Taoists who turned into several old women and girls, weeping beside them, burning paper in the brazier.

Li Changshou summoned a flame in his palm.

The whole body of this fire is white-gray, and it distorts the universe slightly as soon as it appears, and a feeling of ice-cold rises in the hearts of all living beings here.

Li Changshou raised his hand and pushed lightly, the flames attached to the already tattered corpse, and the corpse quickly shriveled up, but there seemed to be something supporting it, and it couldn't be completely burned after burning for a while.

Just as Zhao Gongming was about to speak, to borrow Master's Four Swords of Immortal Execution, Li Changshou flicked his right hand lightly, five different true flames bloomed from his fingertips, and landed on the crippled body.

After a while, the saint's body turned into a layer of scorched black on the ground, and two bowl-sized golden balls.

Li Changshou groaned a few times, summoned the curved little killing gun, and smashed it directly at the ball. The fire-resistant ball was smashed and shattered into powder without much effort.

Finally, when the saint's body was left with nothing but a cloud of black and gray dust, Li Changshou sacrificed dozens of soul-absorbing beads and shook them by the side before completing the last step.

Raising his hand, the sleeve robe blew out a breeze, and the ashes rose with the wind, and slowly drifted away under the bald linden tree.

Alas, comfort.

Li Changshou closed his eyes, feeling the sublimation of his whole being at this moment.

He waited for this dusting, and waited for too long.

Honghuang needs the ashes of this saint too much to fill the resentment of some living beings!

By the way, the power of catastrophe faded by a quarter.

If this can kill three saints, the Great Tribulation of the Gods will not be used, and the power of life will steadily fall below the 'freezing point'.

It's a pity that you can't kill it, and you don't have to kill it.

The Heavenly Court and the Dao of Heaven have been strengthened by 24 heavens. Later, the nine heavens will be merged into 33 heavens, and the power of the catastrophe can also offset part of it.

In this way, it is no longer necessary for the two sects of elucidation and interception to be completely wiped out, and half of them will be almost enough to fill the catastrophe.

Where did Zhunti's primordial purple energy go?

Li Changshou didn't look for it deliberately. When Zhu Tian Zhen killed Zhunti just now, he observed it carefully for a while.

The primordial purple qi has been fused into the fruit of sainthood by great merit. For a saint like Zhunti who relies heavily on merit to be sanctified, the primordial purple qi is completely inseparable, and evaporates and falls together with Zhunti.

"Listen carefully," Li Changshou said, "help me feel if there are any life fluctuations in this Bodhi tree."

Di Ting nodded quickly, then shook his head immediately, not daring to say a word, and could only passively carry out Lord Xingjun's orders in a daze, the whole beast was in a daze.

Li Changshou said warmly:

"Go back and tell your master, it's not that I didn't give him face, the reason why I killed his uncle was that his uncle went too far.

Our human religion pursues peace and inaction. If we are not pushed to the bottom line, we don't like to fight with others. I am a civil servant of heaven, and I don't like to fight and kill.

I hope that your master and I can drink tea and discuss the Tao together, and be confidantes and friends. "

Di Ting almost cried.

You have killed the Western saint directly, so don't mess with his master's relationship with the Western religion!

Immediately afterwards, balls of real fire were thrown by Li Changshou towards the wreckage of the Bodhi tree, and he then flew into the sky with Zhao Gongming on a cloud.

The receiving face was ashen, and he opened his eyes, staring at Li Changshou with incomparably complicated eyes.

The leader of Tongtian Church suddenly spoke, and the sage said loudly:

"Zhunti lost morality and harmed living beings. Now he has been put to death. He was killed by Chang Geng, a brother of Master Poor Dao, and Zhao Gongming, a disciple of Poor Dao Master. Do you feel dissatisfied with accepting and guiding fellow Taoists?"

Jieyin looked at Master Tongtian, smiled wryly, and sighed: