When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

"Immortal Venerable..." The one on the left side of the three Jinzun grasped the Langyue sword that pierced into the body. They were re-engraved from the previous generation and will preserve the previous memory. In a sense, they are also "inheritance" "Although it was a fake, what these scattered innate spiritual roots said was enough to make him remember who the god was enshrined ten thousand years ago.

Two of them have been turned into fly ash, and all three of them are damaged, but the last one looked at Emperor Wang Yuan and then at Su Wenqing, showing a strange smile: "So what if you start again? You will still die in the In the hands of the master, Emperor Yuan, ask Qing Xianzun, I will wait for you on the road to Huangquan..."

"No, you can't afford to wait for this deity." Emperor Wang Yuan raised his hand and burned their remnants cleanly.

As soon as San Jin Zun died, the panic among the monks in the audience was no different from being chased and hacked by Fen Ke just now. Qian'an felt that he could not stay any longer. Today, everyone underestimated the enemy, and did not expect that Emperor Wang Yuan and others had a left sword and a right weapon. The helper is either in the late stage of transforming the gods or he is in harmony, and the main thing is that Emperor Wangyuan is still ascending in half a step!If Hengjun is still there, he can still fight, but there is no trace of Hengjun in the Jixueyuan.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qian'an sacrificed the fastest magic weapon, took his apprentice Song Yu, turned around and ran away, and those who knew him shouted: "My lord, save me!" Qian'an didn't even look back once.

Liu Shengsheng was a little disgusted.

"No need to chase." Emperor Wangyuan recalled the Fenke that had already flown out, and saw it shyly answering, wanting to go to Lang Yue's side, but did not dare to go forward.

Fortunately, Lang Yue stayed in the air and was willing to wait for it.

When he turned around, Emperor Wang Yuan asked Su Wenqing in a low voice, "Is it the same when I started chasing you?"

Su Wenqing looked surprised: "Di Zun, you chased me?" Didn't he have a crush on him first?

"Why didn't you chase after him?" Emperor Wang Yuan refused, "I mentioned the union."

Su Wenqing: "..."

They stepped into the hall again, and the divine tripod was still working. Su Wenqing knew that there was a fog forest inside. He originally wanted to free these remnant souls, but he heard a voice: Immortal Venerable, hand him over to us.

The hatred accumulated for tens of thousands of years can be dissipated and re-enter the reincarnation, but before that, the opportunity is presented to them, and they want Wulin to live as dead as possible.

Su Wenqing nodded slightly at the cauldron, raised his hand to caress the warm and delicate patterns on it, stayed for a long time, and patted it lightly twice.

These are all his kindred.

Su Wenqing didn't understand why the Xiantian Linggen family fell into such a situation. They all said that the way of heaven is fair and the rules will last forever, but just because they were born with Xiantian Linggen, they will become human beings, so this treatment has something to do with "fairness" Not above, not to mention anything else, if Su Wenqing was given a chance to choose, he would never choose the innate spiritual root, so what if the pure cultivation of the spiritual root is simple?It's better to get out of the mud with your feet on the ground and stand under the scorching sun step by step.

It's definitely not out of high spirits. In the past, Bai Yanshan sealed his innate spiritual roots and became the way to ask the immortal king. He walked out by himself.

At the back of the temple, there is a huge enchantment, and the streamer is flickering, making it difficult to distinguish the contents.

Liu Juyuan took out something from his bosom, and Su He recognized it with sharp eyes: "I remember it is Wulin's portable jade pendant hanging on his waist."

"It's actually a magic weapon." Liu Wangyuan explained: "I noticed it when I threw Wulin into the divine cauldron, so I picked it up."

Su He nodded, which was in line with Emperor Zun's behavior style.

The jade pendant was thrown out, and immediately floated in the air, just as the sunlight cast a beam of light on the barrier, Liu Wangyuan was the first to go in, and after a breath, he poked his head out again: "It's ok."

Wang Wangshou and Liu Shengsheng didn't come, they were cleaning up the battlefield.

Liu Shengsheng can understand, he is poor, he couldn't even get a decent magic weapon when he was arguing with Song Yu before, but Wang Wangshou is a bit confusing, the once arrogant Demon Lord dared to challenge Emperor Wangyuan Daoist couple.

"I'm sorry." Hei Wen slowly climbed up Wang Wang's neck, with the tip at the base of his ear, as if whispering something, "I've consumed too much recently, and I've dragged you down."

"What can be done?" Wang Wangshou pulled a magic weapon that condensed spiritual power from the dead man, he didn't dare to tell Emperor Zun, otherwise Emperor Wang Yuan would have to refine ten of them no matter how pitiful he looked.

Wang Wangshou is actually very proud. He thinks searching for things with Liu Shengsheng is better than opening his mouth with Emperor Zun. There are very few records about this weapon spirit. I took out three books from Emperor Zun's mansion, looked back and forth, and turned them all to pieces. Fortunately, this weapon spirit has changed a little, and it began to devour it, just like a child growing up. , Maybe one day the innocence can be separated from oneself.

To some extent, Master Mozun is still a stunned young man, an optimist.

Obviously it is a weapon spirit, attached to him softly, but Wang Wangshou has the illusion of being stared at.

How to describe it?

It's embarrassing...

"Are you looking at me?"

"I don't have eyes, how can I see you?"

It's pretty quick to deny it, don't laugh if you have the guts!

Liu Shengsheng hesitated to speak: "That, Mozun..."

Wang Wang raised his head: "Huh?"

The black stripes on his neck continued to climb up, and soon reached Wang Wangshou's eyebrows, which made his originally gentle expression suddenly turn grim, as if someone was warning Liu Shengsheng through Wang Wangshou.

"It's nothing..." After all, Liu Shengsheng is a girl with a more delicate mind. It is completely different from that big bastard at the head of the watch. It's amazing, Wang Wangshou's domineering personality can still share his body with others, and now he feels...

Unfathomable.

Here Su Wenqing, Emperor Zun and the others have already entered the barrier, which is completely different from the bright and sacred outside. I don’t know what has happened inside. From the ground to the rocks to the sky, there is a layer of dark red with dry blood. A space that has been opened up alone, flowing and meandering, is full of blood everywhere.

Along the way, Wei Sheng's mouth never stopped, and his mind was buzzing with the words of Emperor Wang Yuan.

Of course, Wei Sheng didn't read Emperor Zun, but explained to Su He and Feng Qing, telling everything about him in the secret realm vividly. crawl.

Su He thinks that Wei Sheng is very cute, always very happy and energetic, and he also wants to tease Wei Sheng, so he stretches out a hand: "Is there a gift to make up for?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wei Sheng quickly picked it up from the ring.

Feng Qing chuckled, not paying attention to Wei Sheng's gift.

Then Wei Sheng took out a snow lotus full of crystal blue, which seemed to be carved from some high-quality jade, but it was a precious herbal medicine, Wei Sheng continued: "Your Dharma is damaged, it is best to use this thing!"

Good things can be seen with the naked eye, and Su He immediately knew that it was not easy to get, and just said: "No, it's too expensive, my law..."

Before he finished speaking, he was intercepted halfway by Feng Qing. Feng Qing took the herbal medicine and put it neatly into the ring, ignoring the eager eyes of the emperor over there, and cupped his hands with Wei Sheng: "Thank you, Xianjun."

Wei Sheng has always been generous to his friends: "It's all right, it's useless for me to hold it anyway."

Emperor Wang Yuan rubbed against Ze Yu, "Son, do you still have this herbal medicine?"

Ze Yu's long whip appeared.

Emperor Zun was too lazy to fight with him, so he waved his hand and left. He was just obsessed with alchemy and weapon refining, and he was jealous when he saw such a good thing, and he didn't have to.

Su Wenqing waited for Emperor Zun to go far away, and asked Wei Sheng in a low voice: "Is the secret realm you entered still there?"

"Yes."

Su asked, "Where is it exactly? Tell me."

Su He slapped Feng Qing lightly: "The emperor wants it."

If it was for his own use, Feng Qing would not say a word about Sai Dizun's ring, but Su and the dharma were damaged. Although the repairs were almost the same, there were still some cracks in the end. Such a good medicine, Feng Qing would definitely keep it, he squeezed Su He's hand: "Mine, I will definitely let it go."

A group of people were chatting, walking on a small road, the sea of ​​blood on both sides was quiet, occasionally bubbling, as if something was dormant.

Fen Ke and Lang Yue were at the back, and Emperor Wang Yuan didn't bother to look at Fen Ke anymore, shame on him.

Whenever Lang Yue walked a little to the side, Fen Li would rush forward to squeeze it in, for fear that the tumbling blood foam would stain Fen Li's white sword.

Sword spirits are different from people. Their recognition, belief, and even affection basically come from the first sight, and they are very pure.

In this battle, once a single person comes in, he may turn his head and jump into the pool of blood.

Can not afford.

As if he really couldn't bear it, the sound of "grumbling" from the blood pool suddenly became intense. Emperor Wang Yuan's expression was slightly stern, and he opened the barrier with his hands. The path had come to an end, and something slowly floated from the blood pool out.

In human form, the face is covered with blood and water, but when the facial features are revealed a little bit, and three of them emerge, Su Wenqing understands: "Three Jinzun."

This is their imitation pool of eternal life, death and rebirth.

Sounds great, but is this even human?

The eyelashes of the man in the middle trembled slightly, showing signs of waking up. Emperor Wang Yuan immediately summoned Fen Kui, and cut... didn't move.

Incinerator didn't move.

Emperor Zun's posture was all set, and he would be very embarrassed if Fen Kui didn't show face, and he communicated in the sea of ​​consciousness with one person and one sword.

Emperor Wang Yuan: Are you courting death? !

Fen Ji: Lang Yue is watching, the bottom is so dirty, how can I get up there.

Emperor Wang Yuan began to seriously consider whether to forge a natal sword again.

"Hey..." With a low sigh, Taigu crawled out from Emperor Zun's neck.

Coincidentally, he was the single one.

Also plunged into the pool of blood.

This world has really fallen, Taigu's face is full of anger, and he doesn't know how its hollow facial features are so rich. The real fire quickly emerges from the edge of the blood pool, and gathers towards it in a surrounding manner.

"No." Emperor Wang Yuan quickly searched for a usable magic weapon in his mind: "This blood is unique, and the real fire may not be able to burn it clean, so it's best to store it."

As soon as the words fell, a vortex began to appear in the center of the blood pool, as if something was crazily absorbed at the bottom.

Emperor Zun's eyes widened: "You eat this? Spit it out!"

Taigu lay on a gourd and swayed with the waves of the blood pool, "It's not me, the baby I abducted from the central demon altar before, the demon king was there before, I was afraid to cause trouble for you and dare not use it, now it can be used .”

It really deserves to be the magic weapon of Emperor Zun, everyone thought.