Chapter 438 Dust Is Tentatively Settled
Chapter 438: Dust is tentatively decided (second update!)
Deep in the mountain, the sloping peak where Zhixian's body was originally located has completely sunk into the ground, leaving behind a large crater with billowing black smoke that is nearly a hundred miles in diameter and more than a hundred miles deep. Deep in the pit, red light gushes faintly, and a large amount of magma roars into the sky, taking a scalding trajectory before falling slowly.
Ancestor Weiji and the Furious Arhat were suspended above the magma like defeated roosters. You looked at me and I looked at you while gnashing your teeth. Their teeth were making a "clacking sound". The golden light of Patriarch Weiji's half body shone like it was made of gold, and there was a looming shadow of a reclining Buddha on it, and the rich Buddha energy kept pouring out from this half of his body. The body from the lower abdomen of the Angry Arhat has turned into white bones, and there is still a hint of green energy on the bones, constantly exuding a shuddering violent evil spirit.
Apart from the two of them, and the dying Master Huhou floating nearby, there were no other monks around. Wu Qi's plan to destroy the family was so powerful that the spiritual veins of the earth burst, and the spiritual energy of several spiritual veins exploded in an instant. Except for Patriarch Weiji and the Furious Arhat, all the other monks present were burned clean by the magma from the center of the earth. Even the few immortals who were originally present only survived the first wave of earth fire impact, and then the terrifying heat that followed disappeared into nothing.
The Grand Lotte Palace, the Golden Pavilion Temple, and all the people who came here from the large and small immortal sects around Ancheng were wiped out. Only these two lonely people were left looking at each other bitterly, like a cockfight. You stared at me, I Staring at you. Master Huhou's meridians were broken all over his body, and his spine was broken into seventy or eighty sections. He was only one breath away from death, so he could be regarded as a dead person.
On a white cloud between the two of them, a huge crystalline Ganoderma lucidum rested squarely on the white cloud, emitting an alluring purple halo.
Ancestor Weiji suddenly coughed violently, spitting out blood. The blood he spit out was crystal clear like colorful glass, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood. Seeing the embarrassment of Patriarch Weiji, the furious Arhat suddenly laughed loudly, but after a few laughs, a large amount of thick, dark, and foul-smelling plasma poured out of his mouth.
The two of them fought with their original power. Ancestor Weiji was in the body of the Furious Arhat. The two were fighting happily, but Wu Qi lured the secret that had been ambushed in advance and involved the two of them in a terrifying earthly soul pulse explosion. The current of terror. The Angry Arhat was caused by Patriarch Weiji's trouble inside and the threat of spiritual pulse explosion outside. The two combined, he was immediately hit hard. As a last resort, the angry Arhat gave up part of his blood essence and released the ancestor Weiji from his body.
Ancestor Weiji took advantage of the moment when the suppressive power of the Angry Arhat suddenly weakened, and struck with all his vicious demonic power. The penis of the Angry Arhat almost collapsed, and the demonic energy infected the body of the Angry Arhat. It almost contaminated the relics of the Angry Arhat, and forcibly destroyed the mana of several Yuan Hui of the Angry Arhat.
However, the Angry Arhat did not make Patriarch Weiji feel better. Seeing that the Angry Arhat was in crisis, Master Huhou immediately risked his life to save him.
Using all his cultivation and energy to make a fatal blow, and cooperating with the Furious Arhat's Jedi counterattack, he dealt an extremely serious blow to the ancestor of Weiji. Ancestor Weiji had just severely wounded the Furious Arhat, and had just rushed out of the body of the Furious Arhat. When he was feeling proud, he was caught up in the terrifying energy frenzy of the Earth's Soul Pulse Burst. Then the Furious Arhat and Master Tiger Roar jointly attacked, and Weiji The ancestor was also invaded by Buddha's light, and half of his body was forcibly transformed into gold by Buddha's power.
Ancestor Weiji was ferocious by nature and suffered heavy injuries. He did not forget to use the second demon avatar of the hard-working second demon to use demonic skills to severely injure Master Huhou, and the result was what he is now.
Master Huhou has completely lost his fighting power, while Patriarch Weiji and Dawu Luohan can barely maintain the cultivation of thirty-third-grade heavenly immortals, but the energy in their bodies is also rapidly draining. If they fight again, both of them may die here.
With a dry laugh, the ancestor of Weiji pointed at the remains of Zhixian and said with a smile: "We have been calculated by Yuzhen. They want to take back the control of this county. Hey, we can't fight anymore, otherwise we will all be in trouble." Big trouble. How about equal sharing?”
The angry Arhat glanced at a trace of spiritual jade powder in the palm of his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Zhou Zuo Si Tian Yuxi. Hey, naturally someone will go to him to settle this grudge. The poor monk has already told the master everything here. Things here won’t be settled like this.”
Wiping the black blood from the corner of his mouth, the angry Arhat said in a deep voice: "If we divide it equally, we will divide it equally. You and I swear that the things inside must be distributed fairly, and no one can take advantage of it. Such a rare treasure, a poor monk wants to Take it as an offering to the guru, and don’t think of anything else.”
Ancestor Weiji glanced at the Angry Arhat, and sneered: "As if you are the only one with a disciple? Ancestors of ancestors would also like such filial piety. Share equally, swear to share equally. Who dares to take even a tiny bit more? The advantage is that for generations, men have become nuns and women have become monks, and all of them have no sex. The yin and yang are reversed, and they all give birth to a bunch of freaks."
Ancestor Weiji's oath was vicious, and the angry Arhat's face twitched. He was too lazy to argue with this demonic old monster, and simply made an oath. Anyway, he is a Buddhist monk and will have no descendants. This messy oath will not hurt him.
The two made an oath and immediately came to the crystallized Ganoderma lucidum itself. The angry Arhat carefully took out a crescent scimitar that was no bigger than a palm, and said proudly: "This is the ordination knife used by the master to ordain the poor monk for the first time three hundred reincarnations ago. This precious sutra The poor monk has been infused with three hundred reincarnations of Buddha power, which is no weaker than an ordinary high-grade immortal weapon, and can be used to split this thing."
With a mocking snort, Patriarch Weiji tilted his mouth, too lazy to talk to the Angry Arhat.
He raised the sword with respectful hands and recited a few words in a low voice. A faint golden light came out of the angry Arhat's body and slowly penetrated into the sword. The small Jie Dao suddenly emitted a bright light, like a bright moon, dispersing the surrounding smoke and fire, illuminating the land hundreds of miles around the two of them. He gently held the sword and swung it downwards. This sword was worthy of being carried by the Angry Arhat for three hundred reincarnations. It possessed unpredictable magical power. The remains of Zhixian, which could not be split by ordinary immortal weapons, were lightly lifted by him. Cut off with one knife.
A wisp of fragrant fragrance spurted out from Zhixian's remains. The eyes of the ancestor Weiji and the angry Arhat shone, and they both took a deep breath. It felt like the scent was flowing through the seven orifices, through the bones, and through the eight extraordinary meridians. In the blink of an eye, they felt refreshed all over, and a faint fragrance was sprayed out from every pore.
"The relics of Zhixian are indeed well-deserved." The two of them breathed heavily, feeling warm all over, and the wounds on their bodies no longer felt pain. They were in a state of elation, as if they were about to dance in the air, and there were many things in front of them. The illusions that appear are the strangeness of the supreme demonic realm they usually see when they enter samadhi, or the solemn atmosphere of the supreme pure land.
With a muffled sound of 'bang', the ball of juice suspended in front of the two people suddenly exploded, and the thick juice spurted out, sprinkling all over their bodies. This viscous juice was extremely vicious. As soon as it stuck to the two of them, it immediately penetrated into their bodies through their pores and began to corrode their flesh and blood with its rich aroma. What alarmed Patriarch Weiji and the Furious Arhat was that the corrosive power of this liquid on their bodies was so strong that their demonic bodies and magical bodies could not resist the invasion of this liquid.
Moreover, the origin of the aroma they inhaled was unknown. Although it could not make them unconscious, it also greatly hindered the flow of their demonic energy and Buddha's power. They were already severely injured, and their cultivation level was at a loss. Now, when the juice entered their bodies and their cultivation levels were suppressed by this strange fragrance, a large number of white and sticky bubbles continued to appear on their bodies. The muscles rotted piece by piece, turning into cold and biting poisonous water.
"Poisonous" the furious Arhat roared.
"Transformation**" Ancestor Weiji obviously had a deep understanding of the poisons in the world. He shouted sternly: "Things with rotten bodies, even the bodies of golden immortals, cannot stop them from entering the magma. With the help of the center of the earth, The heat dissipates**, otherwise you and I will not be able to preserve our immortal bodies."
Ancestor Weiji angrily grabbed the white sesame horse with its juices exposed. The furious Arhat watched helplessly as he stretched out his hand to grab it, but did not stop him. Ancestor Weiji grabbed the Zhima, then squeezed it hard, and with a click, the Zhima shattered into countless white and tender pieces.
"My mother-in-law!" Ancestor Weiji and the Furious Arhat cursed loudly at the same time: "Yujiu, you are so insulting to others. You actually used a radish to disguise yourself as a bastard. What if you use a shabby horse?" ?Carrot, you actually insulted us with carrots."
The ancestors of Weiji and the Furious Arhat were so angry that their eyes were twitching. They roared angrily, and at the same time they plunged headlong into the magma that was constantly erupting below, and sank down with difficulty. The underground fire energy was extremely abundant, and the two of them worked hard to absorb the underground fire power, and struggled to dispel the eroding incarnations in their bodies. This incarnation is so vicious that it can't be driven away in a short while.
Master Huhou, who was lying sideways, was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood when he saw Patriarch Weiji and the Furious Arhat being fooled.
"My Buddha is merciful. Today, my lineage in Kinkakuji Temple has declined." With a bitter smile, Master Huhou said in a low voice: "This poor monk will reincarnate and rebuild his cultivation. I only hope that in the next life, he can still achieve enlightenment and enter the pure Buddha land again."
A rainbow of light rushed out from the center of his eyebrows. The Buddha's light wrapped in an almost shattered relic slowly emerged from Master Huhou's body. The physical body was shattered and the relics were severely damaged. Master Huhou could only use the remaining cultivation power to protect a trace of the true spirit and reincarnate. With his foundation in this life, it would not take many years in the next life to regain the status of Arhat.
But a bronze arm stretched out from the thorn, and a demon puppet flashed out from Master Tiger Roar and grabbed Master Tiger Roar's relic. With a ferocious laugh, a ball of dark and sticky demonic flames spurted out. This demonic god puppet instantly refined the relics of Master Tiger Roar, turning it into a powerful and pure force that merged into the puppet's demonic body.
Wu Qi's voice came out from the body of the demon puppet, as light as a ghost's whisper.
"It's wonderful. There is now a vacuum within a million miles around He'an City, which is just the perfect place for me to show off my talents."