Chapter 284

"It's said that your success is not enough." As he spoke, the white light on his middle finger appeared, and the golden warrior formed by soybeans melted quickly.

"PATA"

A soybean fell to the ground, and then it didn't react.

"It's, it's not possible." The middle-aged Taoist priest's face is full of shock. He has tried many times to become a soldier, but now he is like this.

"Well, I don't believe you can't be killed!" Finish saying, in the waist casually touch, a large number of soybeans appear, great consumption dry Han Xuan Lingli posture.

"Oh, kill me!" Han Xuan, with a smile on her face, stoops to pick up the soybean that has lost its power and puts it in front of her eyes.

"Let's see what a real soldier is."

With that, the chaotic Qi is infused into the soybean, and the light golden light is sent out. The soldier is just transformed from the powerful spiritual power, so it has the strange nature of killing. As long as the person who provides the spiritual power has the spiritual power, the golden warrior will not die.

As soon as the beans were thrown on the ground, a tall and powerful man appeared in his golden armor. He looked like Han Xuan.

"I'm sorry. I'll do the same." Han Xuan lifted the hair between the forehead and said with a smile.

"What It's not the first time that Han Xuan has been shocked by the middle-aged Taoist priest, but this time he is especially powerful.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist, Han Xuan smiles, but the words in his mouth make the surrounding air cold.

"Kill"

……

"Keke"

A light cough came out. The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was pale, and he was lack of spiritual power.

"Do you think you can kill me now?" The smile on Han Xuan's face still didn't decrease.

I saw around the foot, full of beans, do not know who thought the sun beans it.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you want to kill or cut, do as you please!" The middle-aged Taoist priest's head is biased.

"Oh, I didn't want to kill you, but since you say so, I'll help you!" With that, fingers gently bent, side won the gold soldier slowly came forward.

"Wait, you said you didn't want to kill me!" As long as it's human, no one wants to die, middle-aged Taoist is no exception.

"You think I think, ah, I'm just passing by here, and I suddenly feel that this tree is a little strange, so come and have a look. When it's you, you'll give me a hand." In the meantime, he waved his hand to let the Jinjia soldier retreat to his side.

"Oh, I thought the elder was going to destroy the bodhi tree!" The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes flashed and then said.

Han Xuan naturally saw the light in the Taoist's eyes, but he didn't care and went directly to the bodhi tree.

"Master!" The middle-aged Taoist priest cried out worried.

"Don't worry, it's just a look!" Han Xuan turned his back to the Taoist priest and waved his hand to comfort him.

The hand touched the stout trunk slightly, and the eyes closed slightly.

"Compared with the tiger shaped pendant, some of its meager repairing ability can be regarded as one heaven and one earth." For a long time, Han Xuan's hand slowly retracted and murmured to himself“ But it seems that something is missing from the tree. " After pondering for a while, Han Xuan looks at the middle-aged Taoist.

"Master!" The middle-aged Taoist is also a master of observing words and colors. Seeing Han Xuan's eyes, he knows that this mysterious master has something to ask.

"Well, the tree seems to have lost some charm. Do you know?" Han Xuan asked the question in his heart.

On hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes flickered with panic. "Back to my master, I have been guarding the bodhi tree for hundreds of years, and I have never lost anything! And I've never heard of it

"Oh" turns his eyes to the middle-aged Taoist slightly. Han Xuan can't see that this man is obviously lying. But since he doesn't want to say it, Han Xuan can't force him.

After all, in terms of the efficacy of this tree, I believe that even if you find it, it's of little use to you.

Looking at Han Xuan's eyes, the middle-aged Taoist's body trembled. Fortunately, Han Xuan just turned his eyes and quickly moved away.

"Did he see something?" The middle-aged Taoist thought uneasily in his heart.

Just as the middle-aged Taoist thinks wildly, Han Xuan has already stepped out slowly.

"Master, wait!" Looking at the golden warrior beside Han Xuan, the middle-aged Taoist swallowed his saliva.

"What's the matter?" Han Xuan stops and turns his head in doubt.