Villain: Cao Eiliao, who rebelled against the Empress of Destiny at the beginning

Ancient Acacia Immortal Mansion, the most important treasure of the ancient school of magic, the Immortal Mansion has its own time and space, and contains a small world.

After the Queen of Yin got the Hehuan Immortal Mansion, she could only refine it initially, and failed to control all the core secrets of the Immortal Mansion.

After Monk Fahai entered the Hehuan Immortal Mansion, he simply occupied the magpie's nest and occupied the main hall in the Immortal Mansion, which was full of spiritual energy.

"Dog thief, dare to rob my fairy mansion!"

Outside the main hall.

Yin Hou was wearing a purple silky dress, and was holding an ancient golden-haired monkey in her arms.

More than a month has passed since the last battle at Qingyun Mountain, and the severely injured golden monkey has already recovered from its injuries.

Inside the main hall

Monk Fahai had a ferocious smile on his face, and a ball of seven-color ancestral fire spewed out from his right palm, and poured it continuously into the mouths of the sculptures of a dragon and a phoenix standing above the main hall.

This dragon and phoenix are the control center of the Ancient Acacia Immortal Mansion.

Monk Fahai is a great power from ancient times. After the end of the Dharma Era, he was sealed for 3 years, and the seal was lifted thousands of years ago after the recovery of heaven and the reappearance of spiritual energy. After that, by chance, he broke into the Ancient Acacia relics.

At that time, Monk Fahai obtained many ancient elixirs and supernatural powers from the ancient Acacia Immortal Mansion, and used them to cultivate one hundred and eight yin and yang bodhi incarnations through the integration of Buddhism and Taoism.And the harvest of Yin Hou is not small, and he won the Acacia Bell Zhibao and Acacia Immortal Mansion.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that this lady of the Yin Queen has been in the Immortal Mansion for thousands of years, but she still can't completely refine the restrictions of the Immortal Mansion. Live here!"

With the tempering of the seven-color ancestral fire, the aura of a dragon and a phoenix statue on the main hall is gradually shining...

"Dog thief, I will fight with you!"

Outside the palace, feeling that his control over the Immortal Mansion was getting weaker and weaker, Queen Yin was completely anxious.

This Hehuan Immortal Mansion has 360 layers of chaos restrictions, and she spent 3000 years of effort to refine the first 120 layers.

If you want to continue refining, you are limited by your lack of cultivation...

Now~ in just half a day, the Immortal Mansion has been refined by the monk for 36 levels...

In the end it is the Fenghou Emperor Realm, in the end it is the existence of the seven-color ancestral fire.

"Go to hell!"

Boom~

Yinhou squeezed the magic formula with both hands, and a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky above the hall, and struck heavily on the monk's bald head, causing his skin to bruise...

"Bad maid, you are courting death!"

Monk Fahai didn't know where the Yin Queen turned his face, and suddenly became furious...

"Dawei Tianlong, Daluo Dharma Mantra, World Honored One Ksitigarbha..."

Dawei Tianlong's supernatural powers were displayed, and the bergamot slammed into the thunder that was falling in the sky. At the same time, Xiao Yan, the natal puppet, continued to spit out seven-color flames to refine the dragon and the phoenix.

Now, the dominance of Xianfu is still in the hands of Queen Yin.

The door of the hall is closed.

Even if Monk Fa Hai wanted to deal with the Yin Queen, he would have no way of doing it.

However, he is not in a hurry.

Because the Queen of Yin's control over the Immortal Mansion will become weaker and weaker, and the purple thunder will not be able to hurt it for a while.

As long as we persevere and seize the control of the Immortal Mansion, the only thing left for Queen Yin is death.

"Baby maid, let me see how long you can last, haha... Hurry up, speed up the refining~"

"You bastard, what are you doing..."

Suddenly, the dead soul of the monk Fahai came out~

Xiao Yan, the natal puppet floating in front of it, suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth wide, and sprayed a mouthful of seven-color ancestral fire at himself.

at the same time.

Monk Fahai noticed that the connection between himself and the natal puppet had been severed, and that one-third of the primordial spirit he had cut in the puppet's heart was being melted by a blazing flame—the natal puppet, to some extent It is equivalent to an incarnation outside the body. Not only can it cultivate by itself, but it can also be integrated into the treasure of genius and earth, giving it incredible power, and it can also be used as a clone to speed up cultivation... It can be said that this is the combination of the two advantages of puppets and clones. All in one.

but now,

His natal puppet actually rebelled.

Boom~

The golden head was blasted by the seven-color ancestral fire, and the supernatural power of Dawei Tianlong was broken immediately.

The Baizhang golden body shrank instantly.

Boom~

Another thunderbolt fell, causing the monk to bleed from his seven orifices.

Monk Fahai's body retreated suddenly, his eyes widened with anger.

The natal puppet rebelled.

This kind of thing is almost unheard of.

Fortunately, the monk is an existence in the realm of the Marquis Emperor after all, and after a short period of distraction, he stabilized his position.

Dawei Tianlong's supernatural powers are revived again.

The big handprints all over the sky took it towards Xiao Yan who was bathed in the seven-color ancestral fire.

"My good son, you are not dead, I really surprised my father." The monk laughed, and his laughter was full of shame, anger and killing intent.

He couldn't understand anything.

He had clearly refined Xiao Yan's child's primordial spirit.

How did he survive?

Or, how did he escape the soul refining?

"It's Yanjue! Yaochen, you hurt me..."

The empty eyes of the puppet of life lit up, and there was an evil and wanton laugh on the small face: "Old thief, you didn't expect it, haha, trying to take away Lao Tzu's physical blood, but in the end I became Lao Tzu, ha ha, idiot, you Go get entangled with the demon girl of the Yinkui Sect, I won’t accompany you anymore, haha... seven-color ancestral fire, great success in Yanjue, haha, the peak of the Nine Layers of Divine Tribulation, a puppet body comparable to the innate treasure, thank you, old thief, haha ..."

"Hahaha~"

puff~

A mouthful of old blood spurted out from Monk Fahai's mouth.

I lost my wife and lost my army.

"Little thief, you are going to die!"

The golden bergamot hands roared towards him from all over the sky, and he was about to be caught.

"Old thief, if you want to catch me, go to your mother's, haha..."

Boom~

A muffled sound.

Xiao Yan turned into a seven-color fireball.

burst~

Puff puff puff... In the blink of an eye, the 36 golden bergamot hands transformed by the monk were blown to pieces.

Hehuan Xianfu was shocked.

The gate of the main hall was forcibly blasted open

then a flash

escape!

"Ah~"

Dawei Tianlong's supernatural power was once again broken by the opponent's explosion.

Not only that, but the arm was completely broken.

"Little thief, you are courting death~"

嗖

The monk with both arms broken, with a flash of magic, did not know what magic power he had used, and rushed out of Hehuan Immortal Mansion.

"What... what's going on?"

Outside the main hall of Immortal Mansion.

Overcast.

Here, why...

Originally thought that the Hehuan Immortal Mansion would be destroyed, but who would have expected that the monk would make a mistake of his own,

Natal puppet rebellion

Suicide

That puppet, wouldn't it die if it blew itself up?

However, no matter what, Hehuan Immortal Mansion was saved.

"I don't know what that brat Cao Meng is doing... It's strange, how could the shadow of that evildoer become more and more clear... Could it be that something went wrong in my cultivation?" Queen Yin shook her head violently.

These days, Empress Yin thinks of Cao Meng more and more, and there is a tendency of wishing for it and thinking about it.

For no reason, you will worry, miss,

Strange.

Even when competing with the monk for the control of the Immortal Mansion, he was absent-minded.

Is it crazy?

With the thought together, Yin Hou was no longer calm.

At her level of practice, once she gets mad, it's no joke.