"Oh my god, so fierce?"

Chen Huaian stared at the charred ground with his eyes wide open: "Was he hacked to death by that old monk?"

"No." Zhang Yibai shook his head. "It's not that easy to die. He must have survived the last serious injury and escaped. He was afraid that you would take advantage of his illness to kill him. Even if a Mahayana cultivator encounters a terrifying heavenly tribulation, his ashes will eventually remain, while a Buddhist cultivator will leave behind relics. Look at the place where Fen Ye just stood. There is nothing left except some fragments of magic tools, right?"

Chen Huaian went forward to take a look and found that it was true.

The broken magic weapons are basically top-grade spiritual weapons.

When 놛녈 opened the shop of the righteous monks, he saw that a few of the top-grade spiritual weapons were indeed missing, and the display showed [Not available for purchase at the moment, please wait for restocking].

Does the so-called replenishment mean waiting for Monk Fenye to repair them?

Chen Huaian himself was amused by this idea.

That's if what I expected is correct.

This righteous monk’s shop must have Taoist Yao’s magic tools.

"The twelfth-grade golden lotus was also split apart by the thunder tribulation. Soon all the worlds in the Xumi Realm will fall into the sea, and the Burning Holy Land will probably not be able to escape either."

Zhang Yibai looked at Chen Huaian with a complicated expression.

This monk Fenye was completely defeated.

Defeated by Chen Huaian, who was two realms lower than him.

"Brother, how did you manage to deceive the Heaven? Could it be that your Mahayana cultivation is actually fake?" When Zhang Yibai said this, he didn't believe it himself. It turned out to be Mahayana. Didn't he know whether Chen Huaian's Mahayana was fake or not?

“How I did it is a long story…

It’s one of my magical powers. ”

Chen Huaian just explained it this way for now.

The principle behind this is not very clear.

Anyway, it’s enough to deceive the heaven.

"The battle in the Burning Holy Land is fierce. I will go back to help now."

"That's true." Seeing that Chen Huaian didn't want to talk, Zhang Yibai stopped asking, "We should solve the Fenjing Holy Land as soon as possible. I don't know where this old monk Fenye has gone. If he gets desperate, it will be a disaster for us disciples."

Chen Huaian nodded.

Suddenly his face darkened.

놛 had told Li Qingran before that if he encountered danger, he should call for help from 놛.

Although Li Qingran did not call for help at this moment, Jiulong Shengxuan was 놛's magic weapon.

Just now, 놛 felt that one of the black dragons was dead.

Every dragon in the Nine Dragons Holy Pavilion has a cultivation base above the Nascent Soul stage, and the leading dragon has even reached the level of a Spirit God.

The control of Jiulong Shengxuan was given to Li Qingran again.

Now that the black dragon is dead, it also indirectly means that Li Qingran may be in danger.

Chen Huaian was anxious. He cut the void with his sword and walked into the holy land of burning purity.

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"Damn it! You evil God! Strike me instead of the Sword Pavilion Patriarch!"

"Why? Why?!"

In a reef cave thousands of miles away from the point where the thunder disaster struck.

Monk Fenye huddled in the deepest part of the cave, and at this moment he was no longer as bright and handsome as before.

The monk's robe on his body was charred and tattered, and the top-grade spiritual weapon, the dragon-scale cassock, was almost completely shattered, with only strips of cloth hanging on his body.

The originally shiny bald head was now covered with dust and burn marks, and was emitting wisps of black smoke.

His face was covered with burn marks, and his eyebrows and beard were curled and yellow. His eyes were swollen, his lips were cracked, and his body was covered in mud and lightning marks.

"Magic! The Sword Pavilion Patriarch must have used some magic!"

Monk Fen Ye took a breath and tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking like sieves, and he finally sat back down dejectedly.

The injury of 늌biao looked serious, but it was nothing for a Mahayana cultivator.

The most important internal injury.

Looking inward at the body, fortunately, Dantian is fine. As long as Dantian is fine, your cultivation level will not drop too much. However, the meridians that were originally nourished by the Buddha's power to become strong and tough have now been shriveled and withered by the thunder.

I tried to use my Qigong and felt a burning pain all over my body.

Obviously, it is impossible to recover from the injury in a short time.

"Damn it! This thief God..."

Monk Fenye reached into his waist, hoping to get a pill to help heal his wounds, but he discovered that all his storage bags had been smashed to pieces by thunder, and now he couldn't even get a pill.

"Damn it! You evil God, when I become a Buddha, I will definitely ask you why you in the Immortal Realm can't tell right from wrong and turn black into white!"

놛I thought that many ancestors had already attained Buddhahood.

Then after becoming a Buddha, he should still have some say in heaven. The one in charge of thunder tribulations may not necessarily be the Heavenly Dao, but may also be some thunder immortals.

I'll settle the accounts when the time comes.

When he thought of this, Monk Fen Ye couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

It was as if he had already seen the day when he would step on the heavenly calamity and wreak havoc.

놛 did not notice that the temperature in the cave was gradually dropping.

There was no faint smell of blood either.

until……

"Hey, isn't this our Master of Burning Industry..."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in front of Fen Ye.

Hearing this voice, Fen Ye felt as if he was cast a spell of immobilization. He froze in place. He looked up at the woman in white clothes with a cool temperament, and felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Master Yao, why are you here?"

Monk Fenye's voice trembled.

"I have predicted that Master Fen Ye is in trouble, so I have come to help."

Zhenren 냫 Yao gently fiddled with the array plates in both 떘's right hands.

Although her voice was soft, it was like a death knell to Fen Ye.

"This Fenjing Holy Land is my family affair." Fen Ye staggered back, mumbling, "I will handle my family affairs myself, so I won't bother Master Yao with it."

"Really?"

Master Yao walked forward step by step.

The true energy in his body spread on the ground like cold air, and as he walked forward, it extended like a python and rolled towards Fenye: "I just heard something like - what is this thief God? If you become an immortal, you must seek justice...

Master, have you been bullied by this day? ”

"Nothing like that..." Monk Fenye pretended to remain calm.

Even though Master Yao's palm was already pressed on 놛's forehead.

"Yes, there is, Master Fen Ye."

Master Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you want to become an immortal, I can help you become a Buddha!"

Her fingers gradually tightened.

"You're helping me become a Buddha, would you be so kind?"

The true energy in Fen Ye's body flowed out from his seven orifices and was absorbed bit by bit along Zhenren Wang Yao's palm, but Wang was seriously injured and could not feel the true energy gradually disappearing.

"You become my nourishment, and I will help you become an immortal or a Buddha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Zhenren's palm slid and suddenly pinched Fen Ye's neck.

"What are you going to do..."

Fen Ye’s face became increasingly gloomy.

"I want you to...become one with me!"

Zhenren Yao's fingers suddenly tightened, and countless vines stretched out from his arms, instantly wrapping around Monk Fenye's head, and then spreading to Monk Fenye's entire body.

The vines rushed into the cave, wrapped around the entire reef, and condensed into a huge cocoon.

The gradually rising terrifying pressure was bred in the cocoon.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the breath of thunder and lightning came again.

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