Chapter 510 (2/2)
The red cloud frowned slightly, arched his hand and said, ”I feel the secret of heaven. Here is my chance. That's why I came here this time.” the sand in his hand was directly put into his arms. After all, it is the treasure of the secret of heaven.
Kun Peng's face sank, and his breath was cold, but now it was more and more cold: ”the land of the North Sea is my Taoist field, and the things I made are all mine. Taoist friends, please return the Lingbao to me.”
Poverty is now synonymous with the flood and famine. After all, not all creatures have accompanying treasures. Do you not see fierce animals? The three ethnic groups smashed the sky and the earth, so that some treasures that have not yet been conceived and formed have been destroyed.
As soon as the corner of the red cloud's mouth was drawn, this Liao was the most shameless member I had ever seen. The North Sea was vast, but this place was the most marginal area. The Lingbao born was an ownerless thing: ”ha, I have done it once, and it can be judged.”
I can't wait for it. Kunpeng's eyes flashed a murderous opportunity. He had never seen a spiritual treasure. The only thing he saw was the manifestation of heaven's secret. However, he was poor.
His mind was calm. As soon as he made a move, he made a series of killing moves. However, he made Hong Yun frown. They had never had a deep hatred. The Taoist was too cruel in front of him.
The figure turned sharply and changed. When he raised his hand, the boundless evil Qi rose, and the roaring vigorous wind turned into strength all over the sky. For a time, the North Sea collapsed and cracked.
”Bang”
In the endless smoke and dust, I saw a figure flying out. A fist in front of me smashed the Taoist robe. My gloomy eyes stared coldly at the red figure stepping out: ”the result of this war is that I won.”
Kunpeng snorted coldly and didn't say a word. He turned and flew away from here. His clenched fists showed that he didn't dare to end the matter like this.
Hongyun shook his head, calmed the boiling mana in his body, and showed a smile at the corners of his mouth. During the time in Wuzhuang temple, he often talked about the way in zhenyuanzi, and could eat the ginseng fruit produced by the spiritual roots of heaven and earth. His cultivation mana was higher than Kunpeng. He touched the Lingbao in his arms, and his feet turned into a red light, flying towards the Wasteland: ”you need to find a container to refine it.”
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”Come to Zixiao palace quickly”
The sound of the majestic Avenue spread all over the wasteland, but three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. Hongjun's second sermon is about to begin, but there are both joy and anger.
”I've been thinking about the demon family over the years, but I forgot to settle the matter. It's really annoying.”
”Don't be angry, and go to Zixiao palace.”
”Brothers and sisters, you can go to Zixiao palace and follow me.”
”Houtu sister paper, we only have the power to repair the flesh and the power of the yuan soul. Why should we listen to the ethereal way? We'd better accompany our brother to hunt those demons.”
Zixiao palace is still the same as in the past, but at the moment, people's expression has changed slightly. With the improvement of magic level, they are more and more eager for Lingbao, so they are different from each other.
”Silence, this is the saint's ashram, no noise” came the crisp child voice, but I saw a girl knocking with a ruler, and the shaking void swept by huge pressure.
Yuqingjue smiled and narrowed his eyes at the girl. He was taught by the ruler. Hongjun's products must be high-quality products, which are specially used to admonish himself: the way of fate is broken and then stand. Luo, should I thank you?
For a moment, as the palace calmed down, Hongjun's figure was slim and smoke-free. I didn't know when he had sat on the cloud bed, and the Tao around him was manifest. The invisible fluctuation of the Tao swept through, and the Golden Lotus surged and the aura was churning.
”When the Tao is not bothered, it will never be true. There are gods in every hundred festivals of mud pills...”
Yu qingjue's face was solemn, and the chaos of the universe in his body kept surging. The swaying World Tree absorbed the sound of the heaven of the avenue, and the Tao surged, and thousands of Hua Guang scattered on the original continent. Then it spread to the whole universe. In the invisible power of the Tao, the universe seemed to be cheering, and joy surged into his heart.
It seems that the power of the eighth prohibition in the body is about to break the seal. Yu qingjue's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. A hint is in front of his chest, but the surging Tao is gradually calmed down. At the moment, if the prohibition is broken, I'm afraid he will become the second saint. Unfortunately, it's not the time. A small universe in the body is not enough for the outer universe, and still needs precipitation.