Chapter 57

Then lead stared at zhunti's palm for fear of missing anything.

With zhunti's palm patted, the furnace roared.

Buzz!

Gudu, Jieyin and zhunti all moved their throats. Their palms were clenched, and success or failure was in one fell swoop.

"Ding, Buddha's prison building strengthening + 4 failed!"

Zhunti's face changed from red to white and from white to blue in an instant!

The body trembles and the eyebrows fly angrily!

A gust of vigorous wind suddenly blew on the calm cast temple!

Then the vigorous wind disappeared quietly. Zhunti took a mouthful of blood and fell to the sky in his arms.

Then the Buddha looked at zhunti, who was stunned with anger, and shouted twice: "younger martial brother, younger martial brother!"

He suddenly looked up and asked, "Zhao Gongming, is this the secret you said?"

Zhao gongmingyi's righteous words spread his hands: "I personally proved it to you. Moreover, this is not what I said, but what Taibai Jinxing said. Everyone can prove this!"

Ye Fan blinked. Good guy, will you sell Taibai Venus?

Zhao Gongming looked at Qi's trembling and unconscious zhunti and said seriously:

"I kindly told you the secret of strengthening, but you blamed me. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Then the Buddha pointed to Zhao Gongming, trembling with anger: "good, good, good!"

He didn't expect that he would spend all his savings for many years on this trip. Together, they broke hundreds of magic weapons!

There is only one thing to strengthen success, that is, zhunti's first Zen fan to strengthen success. It's a lower quality congenital treasure!

Then the Buddha turned and looked at Ye Fan: "your honor, I'll say goodbye!"

Ye Fan held back his smile and said seriously, "well, welcome to come next time!"

Zhunti, who was stunned by Qi, disappeared directly into the cast temple!

Good guy, why did you walk faster?

Ye Fan takes back his eyes and looks at Zhao Gongming. This guy is definitely intentional!

Zhao Gongming was very uncomfortable when he was stared at by Ye Fan. His eyes seemed to have insight into everything, and looked him through inside and outside.

He asked with some uneasiness, "I don't know why your excellency looks at me so much?"

"Well, it's all right. It's estimated that you'll be back to teaching in a short time!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Gongming suddenly looked up and asked in surprise, "don't be kidding, sir."

The closure and dissolution was decided by the Taoist ancestors. How could it be reorganized?

At this time, a great voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

"All saints, come to Zixiao palace to see me!"

This is the voice of Daozu!

Zhao Gongming first looked surprised, and then seemed to think of something. Looking at Ye Fan, he was surprised and became surprised!

"Thank you for telling me! Zhao Gongming will go too!"

He respectfully knelt and kowtowed to Ye Fan, turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the cast temple.

The world is not peaceful again!

You know, the doctrine of apostasy is to intercept the avenue of heaven and earth, so Tongtian was recruited in those years, but now there is a variable of building a temple, and everything can be started again.

Hongjun summoned the saints for the purpose of reconciling the church.

There is peace in the temple, and the jingling sound of ascension connects the city with a beautiful movement.

In the chaotic vigorous wind, a figure is galloping.

Dressed in a black Phnom Penh Taoist robe, with black hair and black beard, the crane chirped and climbed under his feet.

Looking at the hazy clouds above, he said to himself, "Hongjun Daozu even called the saints to Zixiao palace again. Is it that something big has happened?"

He took out the earth book, immersed in divine knowledge and deduced it carefully, but he didn't find it.

"Well, I'd better go and build a temple there!"

Then he took out a golden invitation and flew in the direction of the temple according to the above instructions.

……

North Gulu Island, with no grass, has always been desolate. It is a paradise for demons!

The land of the northern underworld is vast, and the huge nest of Kunpeng is built here.

The demon master Kunpeng lay on his side in the nest. His body was like the black feather of a sword, emitting bursts of cold light, which captured people's soul.

A pair of golden pupils glittered on his grim face, and no one in the demon family dared to look up at him!

He played with a golden letter in his hand, showing a color of thinking.

"It's interesting to strengthen the cast Temple of magic weapons."

He could hear the decrees of Daozu from far away in Beiming. It was his greatest regret that he did not become a saint.

Blame the two saints in the West for being wrong.

Suddenly, a blood light appeared in the hall, and the monsters around didn't notice it, as if they didn't see it.

Brush!

Kunpeng's eyes suddenly emitted a golden light and shrouded the blood shadow.

Hiss!

The sound of splitting space echoed on that figure, but the other party was obviously unaffected!

The bloody figure suddenly opened his mouth, * * deep and hoarse: "Kunpeng Taoist friend, I haven't seen you for many years. I'm all right!"

Kunpeng took back the golden light in his eyes, stared at the figure and said, "Styx River, you suddenly came to my Beiming. What's the matter?"

You know, since the battle of the lich, Taiyi and Dijun died, he Kunpeng did not appear in the three realms again. He has been practicing in this place of Beiming. Although the environment is not good, he is also comfortable.

Although all the saints in the three realms knew that he was in Beiming, no one would rush to disturb him. After all, everything was written off at the moment when the famine collapsed.

I didn't expect Styx to come to him.

The ancestor of Styx River showed his true form: "I wonder if Kunpeng Taoist friend can hear the summons of Taoist ancestor!"

"Hum, I'm not a saint. What does it have to do with me?"

When Kunpeng spoke of this, his eyes were full of resentment.

Styx smiled, what a big resentment!

He paused and said, "who let you miss the opportunity to become a saint?"

Kunpeng's face was suddenly gloomy and filled with awe. He said in a cold voice, "what do you mean?"

When Zixiao palace preached, he Kunpeng was picked up by Western zhunti. They robbed him of the opportunity to become a saint. No one knows, but now Styx is picking up his scar.

How could he not be angry!

Styx felt Kunpeng's anger, as if no one had seen Kunpeng's anger.

"Taoist friend, do you want revenge?"

The Styx river was good at luring and began to persuade Kunpeng.

Kunpeng was stunned, and then a sneer appeared on his face: "hum, are you kidding? Those two are already saints..."

Saints never die. Unless heaven and earth reopen, saints will never die.

Huh?

He looked at Styx with a confident smile. Does this man have a way?

Kunpeng thought about it. It's impossible not to know the truth of the Ming River!

But he still said so.

"Do you have a way?"

Styx nodded: "Kunpeng Taoist friend is really a demon master. It's easy to get through at one point!"

In Kunpeng's eyes, the golden light shines and looks at the Styx river!

"What method?"

Styx nuzui: "it's on the invitation in your hand!"

Kunpeng: "you mean, casting the temple?"

As soon as Kunpeng's eyes lit up, he fell into meditation.