Wong Tai Sin clutched his right palm, the bright red wound kept bleeding blood, and his palm was torn apart by a spear-shaped high-grade magic weapon.

The loss is just a ray of cold light, if the whole magic weapon explodes, he is afraid that this stroke will be annihilated into powder.

Do you think that only we have insight into the tricks here? How can the will of the immortals be beyond the reach of ordinary people, and each of these treasures on the weapon rack is allowed to take at most one of them.

If you want to covet the second divine weapon, be careful that your head is directly chopped up by these blades. ”

Huang Daxian covered his palms, his face turned pale, and he showed an embarrassed wry smile after thinking about it in great fear.

"I see, the immortals have no last resort, no wonder the treasures here have not been looted. ”

Fuji Hu and the others swallowed their spit with palpitations, and after each of them selected a handful of divine weapons, they no longer dared to covet other divine weapons.

Hey!

Di Yunxiao's ears twitched slightly, he turned his body and looked at the inside of the main hall, where there was a faint shout, it seemed that someone was practicing martial arts.

After Huang Daxian sprinkled the medicinal powder, after wrapping the wound with gauze a few times, he hurriedly followed Di Yunxiao, and did not dare to make any more casual mistakes, the immortal mansion was full of horror, and it was not something that a little person like him could toss.

The Winged Demon King and a few big demons also chose a few high-grade magic weapons, and they all smiled.

For demon cultivators like them who have attained the Tao in the ravines and ravines, few of them know how to refine weapons, and most of the natal magic weapons use their own inner pills as the medium.

Now that they have suddenly obtained a high-grade magic weapon, these big demons at the level of the Open Yang Wheel regard them as treasures, and no matter what the occasion, they start refining the magic weapon on their knees.

"It's really unfathomable, this king can't see through the trick, but he can instantly understand that this person's background is so deep that he is afraid that the Tiankunpeng clan and several peerless sons of the Seven Deadly Sins are far behind. ”

The Winged Demon King's eyes were scorching, although he chose to compromise in order to save face and the opponent's combat power, he also held back a fire in his heart, wanting to find the Great Creation in the Qingyun Immortal Mansion.

followed Di Yunxiao along the way, but he suddenly realized that this big man in the mouth of Huang Daxian and others was really too calm.

Qingyun Immortal Mansion is the biggest opportunity in the Immortal Gate, like the Kunpeng clan and the Seven Deadly Sins have been rooted in the burial place for tens of millions of years, and what they want is nothing more than the Immortal Mansion.

However, after entering the Qingyun Immortal Mansion, the Emperor Martial Emperor of this human race, his expression was calm, and he didn't even glance at such a sharp weapon as a top-grade magic weapon, and gave up the selection.

"King, the brothers have all preliminarily refined the magic weapon, and their combat power has increased a bit. Shall we take the opportunity to teach that kid a hard lesson?"

It seemed that he saw the cold glint in the eyes of the Winged Demon King, and a wolf demon under his command came up, wanting to find a place for his own king.

It's just that his words have just come out, and the palm of the Winged Demon King Pu fan-sized directly fan-sized fan directly fanned him more than ten feet, and slammed into a weapon rack with a clang.

"Fool! If you get a magic weapon, you won't be able to recognize your identity? How can you figure out the horror of that person, believe it or not, if you and the other five people sacrifice the magic weapon together, that person can kill you and others with one punch!"

The Winged Demon King was slightly annoyed, although he was also unhappy with Emperor Yunxiao, but he was not stupid to provoke Emperor Yunxiao until now, that guy's "True Martial Emperor Fist" is definitely a rare killing method in the world, and it is not what he is fighting against now.

The big demons who followed the Winged Demon King hurriedly knelt on the ground, they knew the bloody methods of this Demon King, and they didn't dare to resist, and said yes again and again.

"Remember, before the king gives the order, you must not show the slightest malice, otherwise, the sword in the king's hand will not recognize anyone!"

The Winged Demon King bared his teeth, and several of his subordinates were shocked into a cold sweat, and they didn't dare to say anything.

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Behind the stone wall of the Yanwu Hall in the front hall, Emperor Yunxiao and several people stepped in, looking at the scene in front of them, their bodies were shocked, and they all fell into a tense state.

Behind the lobby is a rather wide ashram, with hundreds of futons spread out in an orderly manner, on which sit monks in uniform blue robes.

Directly in front of these monks, there was an old man with white eyebrows who was preaching on the altar, and there was a rhyme manifestation between his gestures, and hundreds of monks in Tsing Yi below could hear their heads bowed one after another, revealing a look of indulgence.

It's just strange that no matter how Wong Tai Sin and the others listened, they could only barely hear the words of the white-eyed old man, and they couldn't hear the rhyme clearly.

"Master, is this a ghost? Why can't the little one hear what the white-eyed old man said?"

Fuji Hu's big thick hand touched the back of his head, his tiger eyes were round, and he asked in a low voice, for fear of disturbing the hundreds of monks in Tsing Yi in the dojo.

Hearing this, Emperor Yunxiao waved his hand: "Your realm is too low, that Dao person is said to be the Five Tribulations Divine Gang Supreme, and every word is secretly in line with the Great Dao, how can you eavesdrop."

But you stupid donkeys still haven't seen it? These are just illusory scenes, not real people, maybe the light and shadow left by the sermon of a Supreme Being, tens of millions of years ago. ”

Di Yunxiao stepped out in one step, and with a flick of his hand, the scene of the white-eyed old man preaching on the altar in front of him gradually became illusory, and after a few breaths, it was like smoke, quietly dissipating into nothingness.

In the huge dojo, only a pile of bright yellow futons remained, proving that what they saw was not just their own imagination.

Wong Tai Sin and the others were extremely shocked, Fang Cai's scene was really too real, those monks in Tsing Yi had different expressions, all of them had vivid expressions, and their momentum was terrifying, and most of them were similar to them.

I didn't expect it to be just an impact left over from tens of millions of years ago!

"Great, big lord, are these all illusory scenes? And that white-eyed Daoist, a Shengang Supreme Giant?"

The black-faced man turned into Thunder Eagle Black Rock rubbed his hands again and again, in the Xianmen, the Dao Monarch is a giant in a state, and the eternal supreme of the Shengang Realm has never seen it for thousands of years.

"Ah! This immortal palace should have been quite prosperous back then, and a Five Tribulation Divine Gang could only come to teach the morning class, so how many giants were guarding the three mansions and eighteen palaces in the depths?

It's a pity, only the afterimage of the year remains, otherwise a momentum impact, you and a few others will die, how can you spy until now. ”

Boom!

Hei Yan and the others' eyes trembled, the Qingyun Immortal Mansion and the caves they had explored in the past were not the same at all, and when they entered here, they realized how small the world they had come into contact with in the past.

Before a few people could figure out what was going on, the image of the opening sermon, which had faded away, suddenly became clear again, as if it had not been affected by anything.

"Master, it's so weird here! Why has the influence of tens of millions of years ago been lingering here, could it be that the soul has been haunted and has refused to leave?"

The Golden Armor Beast Night Owl was the least courageous among the four demon cultivators, and his legs and stomach trembled a little as he looked at the scattered and complex scene in front of him.

(End of chapter)