The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 334 The Spirit of Yuandi Dragon Formation
"You monks often say the word fate, I seem to believe it today." Si Xuan quickly recovered from the regret of losing the god mark Zijin, and said.

In the dark, the purple gold pagoda with divine scars really has no fate with him. After all, it is the embryo of the extreme emperor soldier that Gu Xinao painstakingly sacrificed. in order to make perfect use of it.

Si Xuan has already been sanctified, and the two utensils have already been ordered. Obviously they are not that kind of seedlings. To him, it is an extra-large piece of purple gold with divine scars, which has no other use except refining it into the fairy gold map.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha!" ​​Jin Chanzi chanted the Buddha's name and said with a smile, "The fate is invisible but tangible. The poor monk is very happy that Si benefactor can comprehend the principles of Buddhism."

His complexion was very calm, and the purple gold bowl was enough for enlightenment, and he was not covetous about the half-meter-high purple gold pagoda with divine marks in Si Xuan's mouth.

"I can't help it. I have a chance to ask that little squirrel again in a few years." Si Xuan sighed. The purple gold pagoda can only be reserved for Ye Fan's future second apprentice. He actually doesn't need the whole pagoda. Putting a small piece of Zijin into the Immortal Gold Map can exert a heaven-defying effect.

He inadvertently looked at Jin Chanzi, and couldn't help asking: "Speaking of it, monk, what are you doing here at Longshan? I came here for the white tiger medicine and Zijin, and your desireless appearance makes me a little Don't worry about it."

Jin Chanzi glanced at Si Xuan with a bit of surprise in his eyes, but there was an inscrutable smile on his face: "The benefactor, you guess."

"?" Si Xuan tilted his head together with the little white tiger on his shoulder, not knowing what the monk wanted to do.

Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said leisurely, "In ancient times, people have been looking for immortals. Since the opportunity to become immortals came out, countless people have been fighting for this Dragon Mountain and the things in the mountain. I don't know how many people buried their bones here!"

He looked at Ninety-nine Dragon Mountain in the distance, with a compassionate expression on his face, the Buddha's light bloomed in the back of his head, and his breath was sacred and inviolable: "The poor monk came this time to see what the ancients were looking for, and whether it was worth their bets. "

"Good guy," Si Xuan and Xiao Baihu looked at each other, feeling speechless for a while, they didn't expect Jin Chanzi to be so high-ranking, when others ask for immortals, he seeks the way, and even come to this kind of place where death is so serious, to seek the way, " Then you will be sorry, we still haven't been able to see the source of all things."

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, everyone heard a faint sigh, and the sound came from the entire dragon vein, or rather, from the Yuandi Dragon Formation here!

Before Si Xuan had time to sacrifice Jiuli Tu, he saw a figure shrouded in chaotic dragon aura coming out from the depths of Longshan Mountain. He seemed to be the master of the whole world, and his every move would arouse this Ninety-nine Dragon Mountain. People suffocate.

"The spirit of the imperial formation!"

The little white tiger's spiritual sense fluctuated with a bit of panic, and it burrowed into Si Xuan's arms with a whimper, only daring to poke out its small head to watch the spirit of the imperial formation.

"Unexpectedly, you also chose to leave like the ginseng fruit tree, and you lost a companion." The voice of the emperor's spirit was very majestic, and his eyes were fixed on the white tiger medicine for a long time before he took it back, regretting.

He looked very indifferent, he didn't talk to Si Xuan, but turned his head to look at Jin Chanzi, and said indifferently: "Tell me, do you want to see what is conceived in Longshan?"

"Namo Sakyamuni Buddha!" ​​Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together, performed a Buddhist salute to the spirit of Yuandi's formation, nodded and said, "The poor monk wants to see what countless people have been fighting for since ancient times."

"It's an interesting bald head." Yuandi Formation Spirit stared at Jin Chanzi for a moment, nodded and said, "I think you are pleasing to the eye, although you don't have that token, but today is an exception, I will take you to have a look."

"boom!"

The next moment, the entire world covered by the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains shook, and a majestic dragon aura rushed directly into Jin Chanzi's eyebrows, captivating his primordial spirit, and then disappeared into the original place together with it. land.

Si Xuan was in a daze, looking at the distant streamer, feeling speechless for a while, this spirit of the Yuandi Formation can be regarded as a long-lived creature, and its personality has become quite strange after so many years.

"Do you know the name of Master Yuandi who can't hold this dragon formation?" He asked in a low voice with his face close to the white tiger medicine.

"Yuandi." The little white tiger behaved quite reliably this time, and replied without hesitation.

"Then who is he from the age of mythology? Do you know his name?" Si Xuan continued to ask.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him before. I only know that he is Emperor Yuan." The little white tiger said without any hesitation in the sound transmission of his spiritual sense this time.

"Oh, it's a pity that the layer of chaotic fog was too thick, and I couldn't see the appearance of the spirit of the imperial formation." Si Xuan rubbed his chin and said regretfully, he could only vaguely see the outline, but he couldn't tell who it was. .

He remembered that in the memory of Samsara Lake, some people suspected that the Emperor Yuan who set up the Ninety-Nine Dragon Origin Formation was the second generation of the archaeologist Professor Duan, that is, Mingzun, but this was just a guess. How about the specifics? I really don't understand.

More than half an hour later, the entire Yuandi dragon formation rioted again, and a stream of light flew out from the depths of the dragon formation, submerging into Jin Chanzi's body.

"brush!"

The next moment, the chaotic dragon was surging, and the figure of the spirit of the imperial formation appeared again, and asked Jin Chanzi, "How is it? Can you see the appearance of the fairy weapon clearly?"

Hearing this, Si Xuan couldn't help looking at Jin Chanzi. In the depths of his eyes, there was a scene of immeasurable energy gushing out from the Ninety-Nine Dragons Pass and converging into a pond that was about ten feet wide. The appearance of the green copper tripod sinking and sinking in the pool.

But the purple golden bowl in Jin Chanzi's hand suddenly burst out with a bright light, turning into a maha wisdom lotus, gently brushing over his fairy platform, and melting away all the scenes of Longshan and Xianding.

"Namo Sakyamuni Buddha!" ​​At this time, Jin Chanzi's eyes became clear, "Thank you for the completion of the emperor's formation, but the little monk did not see the opportunity to become an immortal from that pool, and the immortal artifact is also like clouds and smoke. , the monk only sees endless cause and effect."

"Hahaha! Interesting!" Hearing this, the spirit of the Dragon Formation not only was not angry, but laughed loudly, and the entire Ninety-nine Dragon Mountain was shaking with him, "You are right, I have existed for countless Is it really guarding this cauldron of the origin of all things for a million years? Fart! I am guarding karma!"

He laughed very happily, and there was even a bit of madness in his voice, as if millions of years of protection had already bored him, and he had already seen through everything.

"Nan Wu!" Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together, but this time he didn't recite any Buddha, he just bowed to the spirit of Yuandi Dragon Formation.

Si Xuan could see that Jin Chanzi's understanding of Buddhism seemed to have really risen to a higher level. The Buddha re-cultivated his mind, and Jin Chanzi deservedly not belonged to Yin Tiande's quasi-emperor successor.

"Okay," the spirit of the Dragon Formation waved his hand at Jin Chanzi, his voice returned to his usual indifference, "I also looked at Chengxianchi, you also took the method of becoming a fairy, and the white tiger medicine also left with you. Just go away."

As he said that, without waiting for the two of Si Xuan to react, he waved his hand, and a mighty dragon's power instantly enveloped the two of them, and the space fluctuated, and they disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)