Sacrifice

In Di Qianya's heart, Fa Jing, as the master of Bodhisattva, must have some advantages, and in fact it is true. In just one hour of walking together, Di Qian Ya constantly refreshed his understanding of Fa Jing.

Fajing has practiced meditation for many years, and he has a deep understanding of the state of mind. Even if he is not as good as Di Qianya, he can still talk freely and soundly.And aside from the problem of cultivation, Fajing is proficient in eating, drinking, playing and playing. Even in looking at women, she is surprisingly consistent with Di Qianya's aesthetics. Smiling at Fajing, talking and laughing happily.

While talking, Di Qianya seemingly inadvertently asked about the acquaintance of Emperor Zun and Fajing.

"I really didn't expect that Zen Master Fajing has a lot of friends, even the emperor of the Demon Realm knows me!"

Fajing laughed when he heard the words, "I know him well, but I think that when I met him, he was not Emperor Zun, or he hadn't become Emperor Zun yet!"

He always knew the young man who was obsessed with the truth of the year, not the strong man with a slightly cold smile he had seen before.

"Oh? I don't know how to say this?"

"How should I put it? At that time, Su Chu was a rather innocent young man!" Fa Jing recalled, "He stopped me with an excited face, hoping that I would take him or something... Oh, I knew he was the emperor of the demon world. , how many times should I cry him in anger at that time!"

"..." The corner of Di Qianya's mouth twitched, did he accidentally know something he shouldn't know?

After Fajing choked on Di Qianya, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he said nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, how did that kid Su Chu become the Emperor of the Demon Realm?"

Di Qianya was still immersed in being discovered by Emperor Zun and knowing the secrets of being so and so, and did not check for a while, "The true method of phantom spirit practiced by Emperor Zun requires three thousand true spirits to be transformed into a new practice..."

Halfway through the speech, Di Qianya's face darkened.

He, he actually said it! ! !

Fajing knew the elegant meaning when he heard the strings, and immediately yelled, "What? You said that kid Su Chu is just a true spirit of the emperor of the demon world? Is the current Su Chu still Su Chu? Three thousand true spirits! Do you know which one is the real one? Is your Lord Regal? Don’t you recognize the wrong person? Don’t you worry about his schizophrenia? Doesn’t his temper change and become difficult? Can you practice happily under his hands... BLABLA”

Di Qianya was dizzy from Fajing's many questions, "This...as long as Yingri Dao admits it, it doesn't matter whether it's a real spirit or a phantom spirit, it's our emperor."

"That is to say, have you actually changed three thousand emperors..." Fajing looked at Di Qianya with pity, "It is really not easy to adapt to a new emperor every time, and you all have worked hard. "

"No hard work, no hard work..." Di Qianya was a little confused, and said casually, "Anyway, he just woke up when he hit the boundary, and after the collision ended, he fell asleep and practiced again, just deal with it."

Fajing understood what he said, and winked at Di Qianya, "Just fooling around..."

Only then did Di Qianya come to his senses. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Fajing desperately. Various methods such as killing people, destroying mouths, destroying corpses and traces flashed through his mind.

It's not like Fajing suddenly changed the subject.

"Oh, how slow we are going!" He looked worried, "Poor little Puguo won't be able to chew on the Blood Soul Stone if we go late. What if the Black Dragon King wakes up and finds that something is wrong with his son? good?"

Immediately without waiting for Di Qianya to answer, he said again, "Speaking of which, can that kid Su Chu beat his father-in-law? If Su Chu is angry and cries again, then it's really..."

He stared at Di Qianya, opened his mouth wide, and smiled extremely meaningfully, "The face of the devil world depends on you."

"...The Emperor's cultivation is so high that he is not afraid of the Black Dragon Emperor."

"That's what you said, but in the blood vine palace they are going to, there must be an old devil vine!" Fa Jing said seriously, "No matter how powerful Su Chu is, he is still a demon cultivator."

"What do you want to say?"

"I don't know what magical weapon the Emperor Daoist has to increase the speed? If we can arrive earlier, I think we can prevent a big war from breaking out!"

Di Qianya's heart moved, and he remembered the relationship between Zen Master Boye and the person in front of him, and then he smiled slowly, "The Zen Master said it well!"

He flipped his hand and took out a small bamboo raft, "This bamboo raft is very fast, but there is no protection."

Di Qianya didn't dare to take this thing out before, if it was flying in the sky and the wind blew by, blowing away the Bodhisattva leaf sitting on the bamboo raft with a relatively low cultivation level, then Tengzi Yin and Emperor Zun would eat it raw at the same time over him.

But now...

"As long as the three can sit firmly, then my waiting speed can be improved a lot!"

Fajing laughed loudly. He lifted up his robe first and sat on the bamboo raft. Bai Miao jumped up with the green bird in his hand. Di Qianya curled his lips secretly and slowly got on the bamboo raft. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the next second, the bamboo raft rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Fajing hadn't shut up when he laughed before, but now he was full of cold wind.

He didn't care about his own image, and hurriedly fell on the bamboo raft, holding on to the gap between the bamboo rafts, pouted his big butt, buried his head between his arms, and immediately felt the howling wind blowing back, blown to the waistband, and flew out over the ass...

With a dark face, Bai Miao directly transformed into the real body on the bamboo raft, hooked his tail firmly on the bamboo that forked out of the bamboo raft, and pressed the green bird firmly with his two hind paws, but his two front paws... Tie the belt of Fajing's trousers.

Di Qianya's eyebrows were raised high, he fixedly looked at the strong waistband, from the first tightness to the later elongation, he thought for a while, and made a formula, swish, the bamboo raft Fly faster ==

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

"Roar——~~~"

"What's the name? Tell you big tiger not to bite the Buddha's ass!! Otherwise, the Buddha will use a unique trick!"

"Roar—~~~~~~~"

"Damn it! Look at Buddha's great trick! Sandalwood~~~ fart!"

"Howling howling howling!!!!!!"

Di Qianya's eyes darkened, and he got up reflexively to dodge. At the same time, he waved his sleeve robe, and the slanting wind swept past, blowing the direction of the bamboo raft. At the same time, Bai Miao was attacked by Fajing's biochemical weapon. Immediately, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, roaring desperately, white and blue light waves flying around, accidentally shot at the bamboo raft, and the bamboo raft immediately trembled violently.

Qing Que held on tightly to a bamboo in the bamboo raft, trembling all over, feeling the energy suddenly surged up from under her body, she screamed unconsciously!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

With a bang, Di Qianya's thousand-year-old flying water raft completely disintegrated in the air, turning into bamboos. Di Qianya staggered to the ground, quickly put down his armor, and when he looked up, he saw the white tiger coming. The tiger descended the mountain and jumped at the green sparrow, which was rolling in the air with the bamboo in its arms.

The white tiger was pressing on the green bird, and also hugged the bamboo. The bamboo fell vertically, but the white tiger's weight exceeded the limit, and it turned into a horizontal fall in mid-air, and then it creaked and got stuck between the rocks and trees.

Di Qianya watched helplessly as the blue sparrow that was lying on the top of the bamboo was slowly slid down by the weight of the white tiger, and finally pulled by the gravity of the earth, the two hung on the horizontal bamboo.

Qing Que blinked, touched the soft cushion under her body, tentatively let go of her hand, and then she was surprised to find that she was actually sitting in mid-air!

The white tiger's four paws just hugged the bamboo, and its tail was also wrapped around the bamboo. The blue bird sat on the white tiger's belly and twisted subconsciously. Immediately, the long white tiger hair spontaneously surrounded it, not to mention how warm and comfortable it was. .

Qingque giggled, "Oh, Bai Miao, your hair grows so fast!"

Bai Miao's tiger face turned red.

Missy!Auntie!Please, don't twist your ass on Brother Tiger! ! !

And what about Fajing?

After turning over this mountain, it is where the Blood Vine Palace is located. The Great Monk Fajing fell headlong in front of the gate of the Blood Vine Palace. Immediately after the net planted in, there was a big splash of blood on the boss, and when he raised his head, there was white minced meat and black blood on his forehead, which made people feel sick to their stomachs.

Di Qianya looked at the three people speechlessly, feeling powerless.

He looked at Qingque Baimiao in the distance, pondered for a while, and simply used a Huashuijue to clean Fajing's forehead, and then before Qingque and Baimiao could react, he directly held Fajing and Rushed into the Blood Vine Palace.

Fajing was carried by Di Qianya in a daze, and by the time he realized it, he had already entered the glittering golden palace on the second floor.

He opened his mouth wide, "Where is this?"

"The second floor palace." Di Qianya explained, "Teng Ziyin took us into the inner room of the second floor palace before, for some reason, he disappeared with Zen Master Boye in the blink of an eye, while Emperor Zun and I was thrown outside."

Fajing looked at it dryly for a long time, "And then?"

Di Qianya said angrily, "If we don't want to break through the second-floor palace, we won't be able to get in."

Fajing thought for a long time, and finally stomped, "Are you sure my apprentice is inside?"

Di Qianya insisted, "Yes, very sure!! Emperor Zun and I have been following them before, and we were thrown away only here!"

Hearing this, Fajing made up her mind, and carefully took out a... purse from her pocket.

Di Qianya's eyes twitched.

"Take me to where you were lost."

Di Qianya immediately pulled the bodhisattva to the door of the inner hall of Jin Xingxian, "This is right here, after entering, he will be teleported out."

Fajing clenched his purse tightly, squinting his eyes slightly, chanting something quickly, and as he chanted, the purse in his hand slowly lit up.

He coughed, "Hold on to me."

Di Qianya nodded, and saw Fajing striding forward with her purse in her hands.

With just one step, they came to a world full of blood and mist.

As soon as Fajing breathed out, he found two strong winds coming, he quickly moved away, and Di Qianya blocked it reflexively.

As soon as the two stood still, they saw two dolls in blood clothes standing in front of them, a man and a woman, looking at them with suspicion in their eyes.

After a while, the eyes of the two dolls fell on Fajing.

To be precise, it was Fajing's purse.

The two dolls spoke at the same time, "Who are you?"

Fajing was stunned when he saw the looks of the two dolls.

"Who are you?" The two dolls asked repeatedly, "Why do you have numb hair?"

Fajing's hand holding the purse jerked violently, and looked at the two dolls in disbelief.

"what?!"