Chapter 177

Among the three immortals, one of them looks old and looks very angry. He emits hundreds of sword lights. One is middle-aged. He is also strange. He holds a storage bag in one hand and four or five magic talismans flashing with magic light in the other hand. The last one was the youngest, surrounded by a blue flying sword. It radiates sword light to protect the whole body. There is a faint look of fear in the eyes.

Terrible, terrible.

While the three monks were angry, they couldn't help but flash a trace of fear in their hearts. Emperor Shitian patted down his claw and didn't even say hello. In the temple, it was originally six monks who were meditating together. How could you think that this sudden disaster would fall. Three of them were worshipped during the gas refining period. Bad luck was the first, and they were patted into meat mud on the spot.

I want them to worship. In China, it can be said that the wind gets the wind and the rain gets the rain. Even the emperor should carefully offer them. When did he think that one day, he would be beaten directly to the door. His face suddenly changed, which can be described as burning with anger.

"Hum!!"

When Emperor Shitian saw the three surviving offerings, he saw at a glance that the old and middle-aged ones were building foundations, while the younger ones were in the middle of gas refining. I think he dared to fight with a jiedan friar in the southern barbarian shortly after he became a monster, which is obviously more condensed