Jiayou fun things

Chapter 435 Daredevil (7)

Under the Hanyue Temple, a large pit with a radius of thousands of miles and a height of nearly a hundred miles has appeared.

The Foyin Hall is quietly suspended above the billowing magma, and it is wrapped tightly by Wutu's stealth thunder god net in all directions.

Mrs. Wu Tan was panting, and the fallen god whip in her hand flickered with evil light, bit by bit extracting the little essence left in her body.As for the twelve confidant female disciples, they had already collapsed in the pink clouds, exhausted all their vigor and energy, and couldn't squeeze out even a little mana.

A very light layer of Buddha's light, which can be broken with a finger, barely enveloped the Foyintang.

This layer of Buddha's light is extremely weak, and Mrs. Wu Tan and the twelve female disciples can clearly detect it. As long as a monk who has just condensed Dao fruit takes a shot, this layer of Buddha's light can be blasted to pieces with a random blow.

"Master... Master... Congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master." A group of female disciples chattered loudly.

Mrs. Wu Tan laughed 'hehe'.

She gritted her teeth, bit her fingers, and tapped out three drops of blood essence, allowing the white skull to swallow her blood essence.The white and miserable skull turned his head, his green phosphorescent eyes fixed on Mrs. Wu Tan, and the two rows of sharp teeth rubbed against each other rapidly, emitting a dazzling fire.

Madam Wu Tan gritted her teeth, raised the Fallen God Whip, and lashed the white skull heavily.

"Go back...how did your master order you?"

The White Skull let out a sharp whistling sound, and roared 'twittering'.Mrs. Wu Tan sullenly, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the twelve female disciples behind her: "Don't hurt their lives, otherwise..."

With a strange howl, the White Skull suddenly turned into countless afterimages, passed through Mrs. Wu Tan, and rushed towards the twelve female disciples.

Throats, necks, shoulders, hearts... There are white skulls opening their mouths and biting on every vital point in their bodies, sucking the essence and blood in their bodies.

Three masters who shone through the void and nine half-step masters who shone through the void howled in unison, begging Mrs. Wu Tan for help.

They have exhausted their mana, and now they have no power to resist.

This white skull is the magic secret treasure of Lord Wuyi, a giant in the demonic way. It is ruthless and treacherous, and it is the most greedy and vicious.At this moment, it is not satisfied with the reward of three drops of blood essence given by Mrs. Wu Tan, holding twelve female disciples, it sucks violently.

The aura of the twelve female disciples suddenly declined.

Their mana cultivation base and Taoism state are constantly falling. In just a short breath, the three female disciples who illuminated the void state had already fallen back to the early stage of Concentrating Dao Fruit, while the nine female disciples who were half-step illuminated the void state , and fell directly back to the Golden Lotus Opening Realm.

"Master!" The twelve female disciples cried loudly as they were dying.

The White Skull let out a strange whistling sound of contentment, slowly descended from a hundred feet, and shrunk to the size of a fist little by little, like a drunk drunk, leisurely, swaying and spinning, flew back to Mrs. Wutan sleeves.

Mrs. Wu Tan pursed her lips and smiled, and said leisurely: "Okay, okay, this time you have made great contributions, and I will not treat you badly as a teacher... After you go back, you will select [-] elite disciples from Hanyue Temple, and directly recruit their talents." All the vigor and energy, even burning their souls is enough... In short, let you make up for your cultivation, and make more gains, and you will not lose!"

The twelve female disciples looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time: "Master is so kind and virtuous, this disciple is smashed to pieces, it's hard to repay!"

Well, now they don't even have the strength to move their little fingers, and Mrs. Wu Tan's methods are always ruthless. Any disciple who dares to offend her will end up not so well.

Now that she has agreed to them, she can choose the furnace of Three Thousand Cold Moon Temple to restore her cultivation... Hehe, such a pleasing and happy thing can also improve her cultivation. Where can I find such a good thing?
It's just a waste of time, what is this?
Mrs. Wu Tan's fingers trembled slightly, she stopped talking to the twelve confidant disciples, but took out a bright red medicine bottle, and tremblingly took out a blood-colored Great Pill the size of an egg yolk.

This is Mrs. Wu Tan's former minister, the great alchemy refined by Yuan Lingtian's famous master-level casual cultivator Shi Moweng, who is best at replenishing vitality and restoring lost blood and soul. The panacea of ​​medicine is priceless.

It's a pity, ever since he got acquainted with Duke Wuyi and gave birth to his daughter, Duke Wuyu was extremely jealous, and Mrs. Wutan's former courtiers dared not flirt with her anymore.

Shimoss Weng is bold, and has been secretly involved with Mrs. Wu Tan.

But no matter how daring he was, he would not dare to communicate with Mrs. Wu Tan openly.

Therefore, Mrs. Wu Tan never lacked any of these great pills, but now she has to count the numbers to use them.

"Man...haha!" Mrs. Wu Tan held the Great Dan, muttered in a low voice, showing a sneering sneer, and was about to put the Great Dan into her mouth, when a blue-yellow palm shaped like chicken feet suddenly Appearing from her side, he grabbed the Great Dan with one hand.

The people of Yuan Lingtian are born with excellent qualities. No matter men or women, all of them are tall and slender, with delicate and exquisite faces, just like porcelain works of art carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen.

That is to say, the physical cultivation sects like Manwangdian use all kinds of blood to temper their bodies, which makes them as majestic and inhuman as lions and tigers... This is a different kind, and there are not many sects like Yuan Lingtian .

Therefore, this man who suddenly appeared from Mrs. Wu Tan's side... He is less than six feet tall, dry and thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his hair is even more Mediterranean-style bald. His figure looks like a dried monkey. Its appearance is extremely rare in the entire Yuan Lingtian.

I saw him wearing a rustic khaki robe, and on his bald head, there was actually a two-finger-wide headband tied around his eyebrows, with a shining yellow orb the size of an egg fastened in the center of his eyebrows.

How should I put it, the overall shape of this person is like a piece of khaki, hot, barren cow dung.

And Mrs. Wu Tan is naturally a cold, delicate and beautiful black epiphyllum that cannot be offended easily.

The temperament of the two of them...the difference is far and wide.

But when she saw the skinny, skinny, ugly and short old man, Mrs. Wu Tan's pupils shrank, and an extremely bright smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face, which had always been as cold as an iceberg.

"Why is Master here?" Mrs. Wu Tan smiled brightly, but her face, which was originally pale, became almost transparent, and she didn't even have any vitality.

Yuan Lingtian is numerous, adding those old monsters such as the demonic and evil elders together, the personal strength is enough to rank among the top three demonic giants, Yuanlingtian Black Jade Sea Star Palace, who calls himself Xiaoyao Patriarch, the old devil whose real name is Wuyi Gong grinned with a smile on his scalp, and gently patted Mrs. Wu Tan's face with his dry palm like a monkey's paw.

"Quack... Wu Tan, you just left the Xingxiu Palace, and I, the ancestor, followed you." The voice of Wuyi Gong is extremely unpleasant, sometimes sharp, sometimes hoarse, sometimes soft like a woman, sometimes rough as if burned by coals Throat.

He giggled strangely, and looked at Mrs. Wu Tan complacently.

"On weekdays, you are the most cautious in front of your ancestors. This time, you have spent such a high price to serve your ancestors comfortably. Hehe... Your ancestors are very curious. You are not willing to manipulate you on weekdays. , that reluctant one, but this time... there are ghosts, there must be ghosts!"

"So, Patriarch, I... Hey, I was so generous once in a while. You see, I also lent you the Heavenly Demon Skull. I also lent you the Thunder God Net."

"Old Ancestor, I lent you all the treasures at the bottom of the box... I'm worried, I'm afraid, this is my coffin book! If you run away with them... Hey, Wu Tan, of course you won't I can run, but in case you are robbed of your wealth... Aren't I a big loser, my ancestor?"

"So, you have borrowed these treasures for three years, and I have been watching behind you, Patriarch."

"You used these treasures to kill a few juniors who had grudges with you in the past... I saw them all... But I know that if you want to kill those people, you don't need to ask the ancestor to borrow treasures at all!"

"You must have more important goals!"

Wuyigong turned around with his hands behind his back, looked at the Foyin Hall covered by an extremely thin layer of Buddha light, and said quietly: "I never thought that your Wanhuamen would hide such a good thing... the Hanyue Temple , I have been here twice, but I didn’t even notice that there is such a Buddhist secret in the underground of Hanyue Temple.”

"Tsk tsk, this must be the extremely profound supernatural power of Buddhism, which has diverted my attention from the ancestor."

"That is to say, my ancestor was born in the devil way, so when this Buddhist secret was not breached, I, my ancestor, had no 'chance' to have any 'cause and effect' with this secret."

"Buddhist supernatural powers are really extraordinary."

"But since there is Wu Tan, you help the patriarch to break this heavy restriction, hehe, Wu Tan, in the words of those bald people, this Buddhist treasure is destined to be with me... What do you mean?"

Wuyi Gong's words are very blunt.

He naturally attributed this Buddhist treasure to his own name.

Mrs. Wu Tan's complexion became...extremely indescribable.She looked at Wuyigong, and didn't say anything for a while.

Wuyigong smiled, and squeezed Mrs. Wutan's face with his claws again.

"Oh, before you, you went to the Dahuang Mountain and the reversed mountain, and asked the old man reversed to help you isolate the secrets and chaotic deeds... But you have been with me for so many years, don't you know that the person that the old man is most afraid of is me ?”

"You asked him to help you cover up your whereabouts, and you want to prevent the last trace of the possibility that I, the ancestor, would discover your secret... You just left from the Upside Down Valley, and the upside down old man sent a letter to me, the ancestor!"

Mrs. Wu Tan finally couldn't help it anymore, she hissed: "How dare he charge me such a high fee?"

Mr. Wuyi smiled and nodded: "Yes, he dared to take my wife's money... So, I ran to the Reversing Valley, broke his two legs, and asked him to pay ten times the cost of my wife, madam, But are you still satisfied? If not, I will go and slaughter him later."

Mrs. Wu Tan, don't speak anymore.

This time, she was eaten to death by Mr. Wuyi.

This is why the Wanhuamen rises too fast. Although the Taishang Patriarch in the gate has the power of half-step heaven and man, but no matter in terms of background, strength or other aspects, he can't compete with an old man like Duke Wuyi. The devil contends.

Otherwise, why did she fall into such a mess?
Mr. Wuyi rubbed his hands proudly, and said with a smile: "Then, let me see, what is in this Buddhist collection!"

(End of this chapter)