"Fellow Taoist, all kinds of treasures have no fate with you."
Wuming noticed Yin Xuege's strange gaze at the first time. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He smiled like Maitreya Buddha and immediately put away his smile. He solemnly covered the strings of beads hanging on his wrists and neck with his cassock. stand up.
Yin Xuege took a deep look at the green Bodhi Zen staff in Wuming's hand.
Wuming calmly raised the Zen staff, stretched out his tongue with all his strength, and licked the head of the staff vigorously. With saliva coating the head of the staff, Wuming grinned proudly at Yin Xuege.
"Monk, you are blaspheming the Buddha."
Yin Xuuge immediately gave up his curiosity about this Zen staff and warned Wuming seriously.
"The Buddha with dung on his head is the mercy of the Buddha. It is the real freedom from worries and great liberation. The Buddha has a spirit, so he will not feel that the monk is blasphemous. Fellow Taoist, after all, you are a member of the Taoist sect, but you are a little concerned."
After calmly slandering Yin Xuege, Wuming pointed towards the ghost mother.
"What is your purpose for coming here this time, fellow Taoist?"
Yin Xuege looked at the Nine Spirits Saint. Eight flesh balls slowly swelled on the back of his neck. The Nine Spirits Saint smiled ferociously.
"丣Ghost Mother, this damn bitch, hey, she's in the zero realm of the void, but it makes us sick. Today I took advantage of her being in trouble and took her life."
The palms of his hands were gently clenched into fists, and a killing intent flashed across the corners of his eyes and brows.
"My lord, please give that woman's nine-turn infinite rebirth elixir to this old slave."
Yin Xuege looked at the Holy Lord Nine Spirits in surprise, wondering what kind of treasure this Nine Revolutions Infinite Rebirth Pill was, and worthy of the Holy Lord Nine Spirits' request for it so solemnly.
Jiuling Shengzun grinned and told the origin of this elixir - in fact, this is an inner elixir that the Ghost Mother obtained after countless years of hard work, containing the secret of vitality and creation, and possessing infinite life essence. The reason why the Ghost Mother is able to conceive endless descendants on her own as a female, and she has such tyrannical strength, is all due to the effect of this inner elixir.
If Jiuling Shengzun integrates the essence of this inner elixir, the probability that he and the thousands of turtle ladies in his room will give birth to children in the future will be greatly increased, and the descendants hatched from turtle eggs will also be with the ghosts. The mother's descendant, like the Black Ant-Man, is born with the form of a divine soul.
This is even more important than any treasure to the Nine Spirits Saint, as it is related to the reproduction and development of his entire ethnic group.
Yin Xuuge and Wuming looked at each other and nodded at the same time, agreeing to the matter. The Nine Spirit Saints can reproduce more and faster offspring, and once the offspring are hatched, they will be masters of condensing souls and dharma. This is really beneficial to them.
A small bush trembled, and Taoist Feng Wu emerged from under the tree roots. He held the wooden staff and took a deep look at the Ghost Mother.
Yin Xuege stopped talking nonsense. He just stretched out his hand and pointed at Yi Gui Mu. Taoist Feng Wu's hair moved automatically without wind. Immediately, tens of thousands of phoenix seeds fell to the ground and quickly penetrated into the soil. Accompanied by a crunching sound, the ground began to squirm violently, green leaves grew rapidly, and within a short time, a large group of rugged and ferocious tree demons, several feet tall, sprang out.
"Go, tear them apart, kill them."
Yin Xuuge pointed at the black ant men beside Yi Guimu and scolded them sternly.
"The good days of the Holy Sect have come to an end. Haha, I wonder if the head of the Huangpu Xiongqi family still retains his wisdom as a human being?"
As if he sensed Yin Xuege mentioning his name, among the flying yakshas running wildly in the Black Mist Valley of the Gods, one was particularly tall, five feet tall, covered in black, with countless bone spurs coming from deep in his muscles. The giant Yasha that poked out suddenly turned its head and screamed in the direction of Yin Xuege.
In the blink of an eye, the black light blasted by hundreds of black ant-men knocked down the Yaksha King transformed by Huang Pu Xiongqi. The huge and erratic ghost face slowly rose from the black mist, widening the empty space. God's eyes glanced gently and softly at Yin Xuege.
"My Buddha is merciful. Old ghosts and young monks are not afraid of ghosts."
Wuming muttered, then stamped his feet heavily and shouted loudly.
"Where's the strength in your legs?"
"Bald bastard, do you really treat grandpa as a mount?"
Jade Horn Di heard the beast cursing and turned into a stream of light flying towards him. He got directly into Wuming's crotch and rushed forward with Wuming at an astonishing high speed. Wuming laughed wildly, and he spread his hands, and the strong wind that came in front of him immediately blew up his cassock.
The precious light was overwhelming, and the Buddha's light was lingering. Yin Xuege and Jiuling Shengzun, who were about to take action, almost fell down.
Who has ever seen such a wealthy and vulgar monk
The nameless cassock was densely inlaid with tens of thousands of relics the size of pigeon eggs. Gold, silver, white, three colors, five colors, seven colors, the relics of various colors burst out with rich and substantial Buddha light aura, turning into a wave of colorful torrent roaring forward.
Hundreds of black ant-men rushed towards Wuming in a mighty manner, and the reaction speed of these black ant-men was not unsatisfactory.
But facing the torrent of Buddha's light that hit them from the front, these black ant men howled miserably. They were born with the most yin energy between heaven and earth and were rushed by the majestic and masculine power of Buddhism, just like a tiny piece of tiny particles falling from the crater of a volcano. Like snowflakes, they evaporated into a plume of black smoke and dispersed in the blink of an eye.
"Nameless, thief bald, where did you get it? So many, so many..."
Yin Xuuge looked at so many Buddhist relics and was speechless for a moment. The aura of these relics was extremely majestic. The aura of each relic made Yin Xuuge feel as if a huge mountain was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Tens of thousands of these relics gathered together, and the pressure caused by them almost made Yin Xuuge collapse.
The owners of these relics must be the top powers of Buddhism, at least the kind of top powers that achieve the attainment of Bodhisattva. Such relics of eminent monks were considered as treasures in any Zen temple in the ancient times. Where did Wuming figure out so many of them
"My Buddhism is vast and my foundation is endless."
Wuming rode the horse of the divine horse, waving the treasure-level Zen staff, wrapped in auspicious aura and auspicious light, and rushed forward triumphantly. Wherever he passed, at least three thousand black ant-men had been turned into black smoke by the magnificent and unpredictable Buddha power around him.
"Fellow Taoist, you don't think that you are the only one who went out and kidnapped a little girl these days, right?"
"The young monk also had an adventure. There are other secret caves with treasures in Jiejie Temple. The young monk just opened one."
Yin Xuuge opened her mouth, but was speechless for a long time.
This is the advantage of having a foundation and a backer. If Wuming inherits the mantle of the ancient Buddhist sect in the Yuanlu world, he will have countless Buddhist treasures to squander at will. Think about it, Yin Xuuge, he really started from scratch. What kind of family background he has now is not the result of his hard work
"Buddhist scum."
Looking at Wuming who was shouting triumphantly, Yin Xuege looked up to the sky and roared. He stepped up to the sky and stood a hundred miles above the ground. With a shake of his hands, he performed eighty-one original strokes in succession. The blazing fire, golden light, and the Demonic God's thunder roared and struck down.
Thunder dragons shook the sky, and thunder fires the size of water tanks struck down like meteors all over the sky.
Almost all the black ant-men who were out and about were hit by Yin Xuege's lightning fire at the same time. A large number of black ant-men with low cultivation levels howled miserably and turned into ashes in the lightning. Only a small number of black ant-men had wings on their backs. His body was extremely tough and he blocked Yin Xuuge's thunderous attack.
However, these black ant-men also had their wings burned off by the lightning. They fell from the air with black smoke all over their bodies. They fell to the ground and twitched and couldn't get up for a while.
The huge body of Yi Gui Mother, who was coiled in the black mist, squirmed. She roared, and the huge sound wave shattered the surrounding black mist. The invisible sound waves spread to all directions, and the ground within a hundred miles was scratched. A thick layer fell off.
Amidst the flying sand and rocks, several long arms of the Yi Ghost Mother were raised, and the black mist in their hands condensed into spears, and they were about to throw them at Yin Xuege.
But a louder and more powerful roar came, and a black shadow several times larger than the ghost mother flew up from the sand.
The Nine Spirits Holy Lord, who had recovered his body, was swinging nine huge heads, spitting out white foam and water vapor from his mouth. The nine heads roared at the same time, and they hit the ghost mother like a mountain. Physically.
The beautiful face of the ghost mother twitched for a while. She looked at the Nine Spirit Saint who was hit on the head and screamed out of fear.
"Old ghost Jiuling, why are you here? Your soul is seriously injured... you..."
The thick turtle shell of Holy Nine Spirits slapped the body of the ghost mother hard, and the ghost mother screamed miserably, and her huge body was smashed into the thick rock. She vomited blood profusely, and the black carapace on her body cracked numerous cracks, constantly spitting out various sticky juices.
"Smelly bitch... Do you still remember that battle at Baiji Mountain? You used so many eggs to hit us all over our bodies and faces. I remember it clearly!"
The Nine Spirits Saint raised up his thick and powerful front paws covered with scales, carrying a cold air, and slapped the ghost mother's head hard. The Ghost Mother kept making shrill screams, and her body struggled violently, but how could she get rid of the Nine Spirits Saint
Before the ghost mother could use her magical power, Wuming had already passed over her on his Tingting beast. The Bodhi Zen staff in his hand turned into a blue rainbow that was a thousand feet long, and he hit her hard on the head.
The sound of Brahma singing filled the sky, and the ghost mother was hit by this blow and fainted.
Jiuling Shengzun was ecstatic. A head on the left side of his head opened its mouth, and the sharp-toothed mouth bit hard on the neck of the Ghost Mother.
Countless black ant men from all directions rushed out of the black mist, risking their lives and rushing towards the Nine Spirits Saint. But Wuming was suspended in the sky, and the immeasurable Buddha's light shrouded all directions. Once all the black ant people came within a hundred feet, they were burned into a plume of black smoke by the Buddha's light.
In the Black Mist Valley of the Gods, the strange giant face smiled slightly, and an erratic voice came from the depths of the canyon.
"Fellow Taoist, maybe we can cooperate."
(End of chapter)