Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 50

In the middle of the mountainside, a powerful aura burst out suddenly, followed by endless precious light, which instantly illuminated all the pavilions and the whole halfway up the mountain.

"Hey, there is a treasure born! It's a coincidence that it's better to come early!"

Zhang Yang is the most familiar with the aura of Baoguang, and his treasure-hunting divine light is related to Baoguang. With the aura emanating from this treasure, Zhang Yang can at least be sure that it is also a top-grade innate spirit treasure.

"A top-grade innate spirit!"

Think about it, Zhang Yang is a little drooling. So far, Zhang Yang is basically a low-rank innate spirit treasure, not even a middle-rank innate spirit treasure, let alone a top-rank one. Comprehending the Dao of Heaven is a sharp weapon for one's life. Competing with monks of the same rank, those with innate spirit treasures can instantly kill those without innate spirit treasures.

With a straight body, Zhang Yang directly turned into a golden light, bypassed the pavilions, followed the precious light, and went straight to the scene where the Lingbao was born, lest he was one step late and the treasure would be snatched away.

After crossing the courtyards, Zhang Yang came to a huge square in a blink of an eye. In the center of the square, there were three huge and simple stone tablets lined up.

However, under the stele, there are already two people standing there. Both of them are old men with their hands behind their backs. They feel that Zhang Yang is coming, but they don't turn around. They still look up at the words on the stele. These two people are none other than the ancestor of Dazzle Guang And Kunwu Patriarch.

Zhang Yang glanced at the two of them, but didn't speak. He stood aside and looked up at the inscription on the stone tablet. He saw a simple and mysterious divine pattern on the inscription. Zhang Yang didn't know him, but he understood what he meant at a glance: "people"

At this moment, a white light flashed, and a person appeared in the square again. It was a monk with a bald head. No need to guess, it was the Medicine Buddha who came out of nowhere.

"Amitabha Buddha, good fortune, good fortune, this place is destined to be with the poor monk!" Medicine Buddha stared at Zheng Shi with shining eyes, but the stone tablet with mysterious divine patterns almost flowed out of the halazi.

Zhang Yang: "..."

It is true that every master must have his disciples. What kind of master teaches what kind of disciples, look at the virtues of Medicine Buddha, they are almost carved out of Zhunti's mold, which is simply the same line.

"Humph!" "Humph!"

Suddenly, two cold snorts of dissatisfaction interrupted Medicine Buddha's reverie, but it sounded like two thunderbolts to Zhang Yang's ears, his blood boiled, it seemed that it was not only aimed at Medicine Buddha, but also had a strong sense of warning to himself.

Zhang Yang squinted his eyes, glanced at Kunwu Patriarch and Xuanguang Patriarch, and then stopped paying attention, as if he didn't know the warning he issued to them, he still looked up at the stone tablet.

"Hey, this guy is not simple! But why does this guy look familiar?"

Ancestor Kunwu looked at Zhang Yang unexpectedly, and snorted softly since just now, using a level of kung fu, the golden immortal was fine, you must know that he is a Taiyi immortal, and a level of kung fu is not something ordinary golden immortals can bear , he is fine, Kunwu Patriarch frowned, and looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously.

Dazzling ancestor glanced at Zhang Yang, then was taken aback, looked Zhang Yang up and down vigilantly, and found that Zhang Yang was just a golden fairy, he let out a sigh of relief, recovered his expressionless face, said nothing, looked away, and looked away again. His gaze moved to the stele.

At this time, Medicine Master Buddha also noticed the surroundings, turned his head and saw Zhang Yang, was obviously startled, rubbed his eyes, looked Zhang Yang up and down, did not find anything unusual, a touch of disappointment flashed by , came to Zhang Yang with a smile on his face, and shouted a Buddha's name.

"Benefactor, I care that you have a strange face, very similar to an elder of mine, and you are destined to be a Buddha!"

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched for a while, his face darkened immediately, like the bottom of a pot, and he suddenly had the urge to vomit blood, and he had already visited the eighteen generations of Medicine Buddha's ancestors in his heart.

"I'm sorry, master, my six sense organs are not clean, I yearn for the world of mortals, and I have no relationship with Buddha!"

Zhang Yang suppressed the urge to vomit, forced a smile on his face, and waved at Medicine Buddha.

Just kidding, I don't want to shave my head bald, like Zhunti, who has nothing to do with the Buddha, and some things are even more destined to the Buddha. Although Zhunti created the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, it doesn't mean that he is a good person.

"This statement is wrong. The benefactor can say the words six roots and red dust. It can be seen that the benefactor's wisdom root is extremely high. He is born with a destiny with my Buddha. Maybe it is the reincarnation of the Buddha."

Unexpectedly, after hearing Zhang Yang's words, Medicine Master Buddha not only did not dispel his thoughts, but aroused his interest even more, and regardless of Zhang Yang's black face, he continued to chatter nonsense, saying: "Almsgiver, enter my Buddhist gate, You can achieve the Tathagata, you can go to the world of blissful bliss, free from disasters and difficulties, live forever, and save your benefactor from three disasters and nine disasters..."

Seeing the old monks line up serious and chattering endlessly, I don't know what he thought he said was true. If he couldn't beat him, Zhang Yang really wanted to beat him into a pig's head and make him shut up!

Just when Zhang Yang was getting annoyed, a crisp voice suddenly sounded: "Taoist Calabash, you are here, it's really easy for me to find you."

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt that the master's voice was so nice, like a lark. Zhang Yang had never felt such a nice voice, so he turned around quickly, just in time to see Long Ling'er walking towards him with a smile.

"Yeah, you also make it easy for me to find."

Zhang Yang spread his hands at Medicine Buddha, which meant that someone was looking for me, and then, regardless of Medicine Buddha's expression, he walked quickly to Long Ling'er, Zhang Yang suddenly felt that this girl was cuter than before.

Seen by Zhang Yang's fiery gaze, Long Ling'er suddenly blushed, her heart was pounding, she lowered her head and looked at her toes, not knowing what she was thinking.

On the mountainside, in an open space, a few people stood condescendingly. One was wearing a golden dragon robe, with two dragon horns on his head, and his face was majestic.

The other is wearing white clothes, holding a folding fan, about 30 years old, like a Confucian scholar of the ancients, without any magic power on his body, and standing behind him are two roots in silver armor, each holding a fan in his hand. The spear, with a cold light and floating spirit patterns, is a low-grade innate spirit treasure.

The scene in the square happened to be seen clearly by the people on the high ground. The middle-aged man in the dragon robe saw the ambiguity between the men and women in the square, his face froze, his brows frowned, and then he returned to normal, but But the eyes looked at the girl in the square intentionally or unintentionally.

Gently shaking the folding fan, the Confucian scholar in white smiled, turned to the middle-aged man in the dragon robe beside him, and said, "Old Dragon King, do you think about my opinion carefully?"

"I am not the only one who has the final say on the dragon clan. I still need to ask other brothers to make a decision!" The middle-aged man in the dragon robe frowned and said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man in the dragon robe is the Dragon Lord God of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. He controls the entire East China Sea and is the head of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas. It was mainly to persuade Longtian to lead the dragon clan to surrender to Tiangong.

"Old Dragon King, look at this magnificent atmosphere. There are elixir and aura fountains everywhere. This is a top-notch paradise. If you agree to my conditions, see if you see it. I can guarantee that the entire Penglai fairy island is yours. "

Bai Ze still had a smile on his face, pointing at the elixir and treasure below with his folding fan, and put his other hand behind his back, with the air of strategizing and pointing out the country.

"This……"

Obviously, Long Tian is also a little bit moved. You must know that this is Penglai Xiandao, one of the three overseas immortal islands. This is no worse than the [-] caves in the prehistoric world. many.

But thinking about Bai Ze's identity, the power represented by Bai Ze's back, although the dragon clan is now declining, the pride inherited in his bones has not changed much, and now he suddenly takes refuge in others, and the feeling of relying on others, this feeling is not ordinary.

What's more, although the world is peaceful and prosperous now, it can be seen that that person's actions are definitely not a peaceful master. If he fails, another catastrophe will be set off. Involved in the great catastrophe, Long Tian couldn't guarantee how many dragons would be left. For a while, the old Dragon King hesitated.

Just when Bai Qi was still thinking about persuading the old dragon king to agree to his conditions, the stele emitting precious light in the bustling square suddenly emitted a more powerful precious light.

This precious light broke through the prohibition on the stone tablet in an instant, and shot straight into the sky. The bright precious light, like a super-large light bulb, can be seen from a long distance.

In the tense eyes of everyone, the light of the mysterious and unpredictable inscription on the stone tablet gradually dimmed, and the whole stone tablet was instantly covered with patterned porcelain, and then it turned into fragments all over the sky with a bang, and then colorful precious lights shot up into the sky... ....
(End of this chapter)