Chapter 147

"What, Yang Mei immortal should strengthen it? I'm good and courageous!"

"You're not talking nonsense, otherwise how can he exist at the same level as Daozu!"

"Yes, superficial, superficial!"

On the first floor of the temple, countless immortals crowded together to watch this scene.

They have witnessed the birth of a chaotic treasure, but they also want to gradually become a higher treasure than the chaotic treasure.

Yang Mei took a deep breath and carefully put the chaotic chessboard into the melting pot of heaven and earth.

Gently patted the furnace.

The red flame rose and began to melt the chaotic chessboard.

"Ding, chaotic chessboard strengthening + 10 succeeded!"

Yang Mei's mind relaxed and relaxed. It's good to be a success!

He began to strengthen!

"Ding, chaotic chessboard strengthening + 12 succeeded!"

"Ding, chaotic chessboard strengthening + 16 succeeded!"

"Ding, chaotic chessboard strengthening + 18 succeeded!"

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

"Succeeded, really succeeded, the best chaos treasure, I witnessed the birth of a best chaos treasure!"

Before Yang Mei and Hong Jun made a sound, the immortals who watched the strengthening process began to cheer.

It's more enjoyable than strengthening themselves.

They were deeply intoxicated by the tense atmosphere and the joy of success.

"Yang Mei, Congratulations!" said Hong Jun!

Ye Fan also nodded at the moment. Yang Mei is also a founding giant and world controller in his own world. It can be said that he has such bad luck in the past.

Yang Mei admiringly looked at the more mysterious chessboard in her hand, and a burst of joy flashed in her eyes: "OK, I'll strengthen it here. Hongjun Taoist friend, you try?"

Hongjun shook his head and said, "no, I've strengthened it before."

He then said, "do you want to go to the second floor?"

Yang Mei said with a smile, "that's nature."

The first floor is so mysterious and gives him such a big surprise. Isn't the second floor more powerful?

Ye Fan hides the void and looks to the second floor.

People turned the wheel in full swing. Some people turned red and cheered. Others beat their chest and feet, as if they were busy in vain!

The whole atmosphere on the second floor is described in one sentence, that is, two ears don't hear external affairs, and one mind only turns the roulette.

Suddenly, a harsh tone came.

"Ding, congratulations on getting Hongmeng purple gas. Please check it!"

The whole hall was quiet, and only the panting voice of each immortal God was clearly transmitted.

"Who? Who said that?"

"Is it an illusion?"

"Is this a cue tone? It should be!"

Someone said hesitantly with an unbelievable face.

"I heard it, too!"

"Absolutely nothing wrong, I heard it!"

Everyone is looking for this exceptionally striking prompt sound to see who has done what they think is impossible!

At the moment, Ziwei emperor and gouchen emperor standing at the corner of the second floor of the temple looked at the immortal who called himself Bodhi Taoist.

"He, he..." Gou Chen stammered excitedly!

The crape myrtle emperor swallowed his saliva and said, "he got Hongmeng purple gas!"

Bodhi Taoist trembled and his robes could not shake. He bent down and looked at the hazy purple gas. His face was mixed with five flavors and his eyes were soaked with tears.

He was about to give up just now. This was the 1101st time he turned the Taixu wheel.

If the purple gas doesn't come out again, he will no longer expect, because his own world power has been consumed by him, and there has been a fault in his energy.

If you go out from here in the case of excessive consumption, you don't have to wait to mention it. He may break himself directly.

But now he had to thank the temple.

Gave him the hope of rebirth, let alone make him a saint directly.

This is absolutely a blessing in disguise.

"It's him?" a group of Buddhists and Bodhisattvas on the second floor made eye contact several times. Someone went directly to the third floor. They wanted to inform zhunti Buddha mother that your good corpse was going to be holy.

"Congratulations to the saint!" someone took the lead and began to congratulate!

Bodhi Taoist cleaned up his emotions, arched his hands around him and began to refine the Hongmeng purple gas on the spot!

If this is not the case, the red cloud is a warning.

This scene was hit by Hongjun and Yang Mei, who had just gone up the second floor.

Yang Mei looked at the Bodhi Taoist with a frightened face and said, "Hongjun Taoist friend, here, you three worlds will be saints again!"

"But it's the first time for me to see that Hongmeng purple Qi can appear from this wheel. It's really incredible, it's incredible!"

Yang Mei muttered to himself.

Although Yang Mei is a creator God, there is no saint in his world.

He has been trying to find the reason, but he has no clue and is completely confused.

He even thought, is it because he didn't die, so no saint was born?

But now, look at the wild world.

So the saint came into being under his eyes.

It really makes people envy, envy and hate!

Hong Jun looked at Xu Bodhi who was refining Hongmeng purple Qi in amazement and said, "zhunti's good corpse? Why did he come here?"

"So there are two holy places in zhunti?"

The nearby Nezha whispered, "Taoist ancestor, xubodhi has separated from the zhunti saint. He now exists independently."

He then added: "it's also a pill obtained from Taixu roulette!"

The Taoist priest blinked: "OK, OK, in this case, I have seven saints in the wilderness!"

There are many saints. Even if the demon world strikes, they also have the power of a war.

Yang Mei looked at the fairy God on the second floor with a complex face. The people here are obviously stronger than the people on the first floor.

Most of the people here are great Luo Jinxian, and even several quasi saints.

It seems that he still has a long way to go.

The third floor of the.

Zhunti and Jieyin looked at the Manjusri Bodhisattva with a shocked face. They suspected that they had got false news.

"Is that true?"

"Is that Hongmeng purple Qi really obtained by xubodhi?"

Manjusri said, "Amitabha, every sentence is true!"

"Come on, senior brother, let's go and have a look!"

Saint Sanqing, who had just entered the third floor, looked at the two people in a hurry and was very confused.

"In such a hurry, there must be something wrong with Buddhism?" said Yuanshi Tianzun!

"The Styx River and Kunpeng have been gone for a long time. It seems that there is something important!"

Tongtian: "the wicked have their own mill!"

……

The second floor.

Yang Mei suddenly said, "I feel the power of the law!"

Hongjun smiled: "Yang Mei said friendly and sharp sense of God. Yes, there are rules here!"

"No, you misunderstood me. I'm not talking about the law in the Taixu roulette, but that someone here carries the law."