The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 170: Cause and effect (2)
"Fellow Daoist, all kinds of treasures have nothing to do with Fellow Daoist."
Wu Ming immediately noticed Yin Xuege's strange gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, he immediately put away his smiling face, and solemnly stringed the beads hanging around his wrist and neck with The cassock covered it.
Yin Xuege took a deep look at the turquoise Bodhi Zen stick in Wuming's hand.
Wuming calmly raised his Zen staff, stretched out his tongue with all his strength, and licked vigorously on the top of the staff. The head of the stick was covered with saliva, and Wuming smiled proudly at Yin Xuege.
"Monk, you are blaspheming the Buddha."
Yin Xuege immediately dispelled her curiosity about the Zen staff, and warned Wuming very seriously.
"The dung on the Buddha's head is the mercy of the Buddha. It is truly free from worries and great relief. The Buddha has a spirit, so he certainly doesn't feel that the little monk is profane. Fellow Taoist, you are a Taoist after all, but you are thinking a little bit .”
Calmly countered Yin Xuege, Wuming pointed at Ling Guimu.
"Fellow Daoist, what is your intention here?"
Yin Xuege looked at the Holy Lord of the Nine Spirits, who had gradually swollen eight fleshy **** on the back of his neck, and smiled ferociously.
"Ghost mother, this dead woman, hey, in the zero realm of the void, but it makes me sick. Today, I just took her life while she was in trouble."
The palms of the hands were lightly clenched into fists, and a murderous intent flashed across the corners of the eyes and brows of the Nine Spirits.
"My lord, please give this old slave a Nine-Turn Infinite Rebirth Pill of that woman."
Yin Xuege looked at the Nine Spirits in astonishment, not knowing what kind of treasure this Nine Turns Infinite Rebirth Pill is, and it deserves such a serious request from the Nine Spirits.
The Nine Spirits Sage grinned, and told the origin of this pill—in fact, this is the mystery of the inner vitality and good fortune obtained by the ghost mother who has worked hard for countless years. An inner alchemy with infinite vitality. The reason why the ghost mother can conceive infinite descendants with a female body alone, and they all have such tyrannical strength. It's all the effect of this inner alchemy.
If the Nine Spirits Saint Venerable combines the essence of this inner alchemy, the chances of him and the thousands of tortoise women in his room having children in the future will be greatly increased. Moreover, the descendants hatched from the turtle eggs, like the black ant-man, the descendant of the ghost mother, will be born with a spiritual form.
This is even more important than any treasure to the Nine Spirits, and it is related to the reproduction and development of his entire ethnic group.
Yin Xuege and Wuming looked at each other, they both nodded at the same time, agreeing to this matter. The Holy Nine Spirits can reproduce more and faster offspring, and once the offspring are hatched, they will be masters who condense into spirits and dharmas. This is really good for them.
A small bush trembled, and Taoist Fengwu also got out from under the tree roots. Holding the wooden stick in his hand, he took a deep look at the ghost mother.
Yin Xuege didn't talk nonsense anymore, he just stretched out his hand and pointed at the ghost mother, Taoist Fengwu's hair moved without wind, and tens of thousands of phoenix seeds fell to the ground immediately, and quickly got into the soil. Accompanied by the crisp sound of 'Kaka', the ground squirmed violently, green leaves grew rapidly, and within a short time, a large group of tree demons with a height of several feet and a bony, hideous appearance rushed out.
"Go. Shred them, kill them."
Yin Xuege pointed at the black ant-men beside Ling Ghost Mother, and yelled at them.
"The good days of the most holy method. It should be over. Hehe, I don't know the head of Huangpu Xiongqi, but he still retains his spiritual wisdom?"
It seemed that Yin Xuege had mentioned her name. Among the flying Yakshas scurrying around in the Black Mist Youshen Valley, one of them was extraordinarily tall. The giant Yaksha protruding from the depths of its muscles suddenly turned its head and screamed in the direction of Yin Xuege.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of black lights blasted by the black ant-man knocked down the Yaksha King transformed by Huangpu Xiongqi. The huge erratic ghost face slowly rose from the black mist, and its empty eyes widened. Gently and softly glanced at Yin Xuege.
"My Buddha is merciful, old ghost. The monk is not afraid of ghosts."
Wu Ming murmured, then stomped his feet heavily and let out a loud drink.
"Where is the foot strength?"
"Baldy, do you really use grandpa as a mount?"
Yujiaodi listened to the beast cursing and turned into a stream of light flying towards him. He directly got into Wuming's crotch, and rushed forward with Wuming at an astonishing high speed. Wuming laughed wildly, he spread his hands, and the oncoming gust of wind immediately blew his cassock.
The precious light is overwhelming, and the Buddha's light is lingering. Yin Xuege and Jiuling Shengzun, who were about to make a move, almost fell over.
Who has seen such a wealthy and vulgar monk?
In the nameless cassock, tens of thousands of relics the size of pigeon eggs are densely inlaid. Gold, silver, white, three-color, five-color, seven-color relics, all kinds of relics burst out with rich and substantial Buddha light and aura, turning into a wave of colorful torrents whizzing forward.
Hundreds of black antmen rushed towards Wuming mightily, and the reaction speed of these black antmen could not be described as unpleasant.
But in the face of the torrent of Buddha's light coming from the front, these black antmen let out a miserable howl. They were born with the most yin energy between heaven and earth, and they were rushed by the majestic force of Buddhism, just like falling from the crater. Like a tiny snowflake, it was evaporated into a wisp of black smoke in the blink of an eye.
"No name, bald thief, where did you get it, so many, so many..."
Looking at so many Buddhist relics, Yin Xuege was speechless for a while. The aura of these relics was extremely grand, and the aura of each relic made Yin Xuege feel as if there was a mountain pressing down on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
With tens of thousands of relics gathered together, the pressure caused by the gathering almost caused Yin Xuege to collapse.
The masters of these relics must be the top powers in Buddhism, at least the top powers that have achieved the true fruit of the Bodhisattva. Such relics of eminent monks are the treasures of temples in any Zen temple in the ancient times. Where did Wuming figure out so many?
"My Buddhism is vast and my background is endless."
Wu Ming rode a steed steed, swung a treasure-level Zen staff, wrapped in auspicious aura, and dashed forward triumphantly. Wherever he passed, at least three thousand black ant-men had been turned into black smoke by the unfathomable Buddha power around him.
"Fellow Daoist, you don't think that these days, you are the only one who kidnapped a little girl and came back?"
"The little monk also has adventures. There are other hidden treasures in the Jietuo Temple. The little monk just went to open one."
Yin Xuege opened her mouth, but was speechless for a while.
This is the advantage of having a foundation and a backer. Wuming inherited the mantle of the ancient Buddhist sect in the Yuan Continent world, and he has countless Buddhist treasures to squander at will. Thinking about Yin Xuege, he really started from nothing. Now, with the little foundation in his hands, which one is not something he worked hard for?
"Buddhist scum."
Looking resentfully at Wuming who was yelling triumphantly, Yin Xuege raised his head to the sky and screamed, he stepped up to the sky, stood a hundred miles above the ground, shook his hands, Dao's original fire, golden light, descending demon **** thunder roared and chopped down.
Thunder dragons shook the sky, and thunder fires the size of a water tank hit the sky like meteorites.
Almost all the black ant-men who were out and about were hit by Yin Xuege's thunder and fire at the same time. A large number of black ant-men with low cultivation level screamed and turned into fly ash in the thunder light, except for a few with wings on their backs. The black ant-man's body was exceptionally tough, forcibly blocking Yin Xuege's thunder attack.
But these black ant-men were also burned off their wings by the lightning, and they fell from the air with black smoke all over their bodies, falling to the ground and convulsing, unable to get up for a while.
The huge body of the ghost mother who was coiled in the black mist squirmed for a while. She let out a long roar, and the huge sound wave shattered the surrounding black mist. The invisible sound wave spread to all directions, and the ground within a hundred miles was covered. A thick layer was scraped off vigorously.
Among the flying sand and rocks, the ghost mother raised her long arms, and the black mist in her hands turned into a spear, about to throw it towards Yin Xuege.
But a louder and more powerful roar came, and a black shadow several times bigger than the ghost mother's body flew up in the dust.
The Nine Spirits, who had recovered his body, swung his nine huge heads, spouting foamy water vapor from his mouth, and the nine heads roared at the same time, smashing down on the ghost mother like a mountain top. On the body of Langmu.
The beautiful face of the ghost mother twitched for a while, she looked at the Nine Spirits Lord who fell down on her head, and screamed out of fright.
"Nine spirits old ghost, why are you here? Your soul is seriously injured...you..."
The thick tortoise shell of the Holy Lord of the Nine Spirits slammed on the mother of the ghost, and the mother of the ghost screamed miserably, and her huge body was smashed into the thick rock. She spat out blood profusely, and the black carapace on her body cracked countless cracks, continuously spitting out various viscous juices.
"Smelly woman... Do you still remember the battle at Baiji Mountain? You used so many eggs to smash us all over our bodies and faces. This deity remembers it clearly!"
The Nine Spirits Lord raised his thick and powerful front paws covered with scales, and slapped the ghost mother's head fiercely with a cold air. The ghost mother kept screaming shrillly~IndoMTL.com~The body struggled and squirmed violently, but how could it get rid of the Nine Spirits?
Not waiting for the Ghost Mother to display her supernatural powers, Wuming had already passed over her on the Diting Beast, and the Bodhi Rod in his hand turned into a blue rainbow with a length of thousands of feet, smashing **** her head.
The singing of Brahma was endless, and the ghost mother was knocked out by the blow and passed out.
Jiu Ling Shengzun was ecstatic, a head on the left side of him opened his mouth, and the mouth full of sharp teeth bit fiercely on the neck of the ghost mother.
Countless black ants rushed out from the black mist in all directions, rushing towards the Nine Spirits Saint Zun without risking their lives. But Wuming was suspended in the sky, and the immeasurable Buddha's light enveloped the four directions. Once all the black antmen approached within a hundred feet, they would be burned into a wisp of black smoke by the Buddha's light.
In the Black Mist Youshen Valley, the strange giant face smiled slightly, and an erratic voice came from the depths of the canyon.
"Fellow daoist, maybe we can cooperate." (to be continued)
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