"The figures of the Palace Master and the Martial Emperor have disappeared. Could it be that they were buried in the Chaos Coffin?"
Ye Congwen thought to himself, but it was a pity that he couldn't think too much, because the queen led six powerful gods in the god king realm and came towards him to surround him.
"Ye Congwen, hand over Duke Mo, I will spare your life!"
Seeing the Queen's gnashing of teeth, Ye Congwen ignored her at all and continued to watch the Demon King and the Buddha fight, carefully studying the relationship between the four supreme secrets.
If I give it back to you, that would be called death without a burial place. I'm not stupid.
"What are you talking to? Are you pretending to be deaf and mute because you are afraid of death?"
The queen stretched out her hands, and two dark green horned dragons slowly swam towards Ye Congwen, trying to force Ye Congwen to surrender.
Ye Congwen took out a hammer, took off the jade that contained the Qi Qiankun bag, put it on the ground, and said calmly:
"If you take one step closer, I will smash Chu Yu into pieces with a hammer, and your brother and Qilin's corpse will disappear into thin air."
The queen was so angry that she immediately stopped, pointed at General Ye Congwen and said:
"You little bastard, are you threatening me? This piece of jade contains your master's supreme inheritance. I don't believe you dare to cut off your master's inheritance."
"If you can't save your life, why talk about the inheritance of our master? Anyway, it's worth it if Duke Mo is buried with my master!"
Ye Congwen rubbed the thin jade back and forth with a hammer, which made the queen tremble with fear. The jade was everywhere, and the jade fragments were flying. Even if there was a real dragon treasure hidden inside, if the hammer went down, it would Nothing left.
The queen and the other seven people stared at Ye Congwen dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.
Yes, a dying person, whose life is not guaranteed, how can he care so much? This is someone who is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.
"Queen, there is no need to be angry. When the Demon God King is surrendered by Buddha, how long can this kid continue to be stubborn?"
Duke Nangong had a goatee, and when he saw that his seven great masters at the God King level were being controlled by a soul refining mage, in order to save face, he could only comfort himself.
"Although my master is just a remnant soul, if the old monk kills him, I will ask Duke Mo to bury him with him. I will treat him as my disciple and burn him alive."
How could Ye Congwen let these old guys enjoy themselves? I heard that Duke Nangong is approaching his final age. He might die if he gets too angry?
Besides, the master was already at a disadvantage, so he could also relieve the master's pressure by threatening the Buddha and asking him to throw a rat weapon.
"Amitabha! Don't worry, Donor Ye, I only subdue inner demons and never kill. As long as the thirty-seventh prince puts down his obsession and hatred in his heart, I will immediately let him go back to the Lost Forest."
The Buddha opened his mouth and replied, "The Demon King is already dead. After the war, there is a high probability that he will not be able to keep his memory, so why should he be hated by others?"
The empress has always been partial to her mother's family. If her own brother is killed for her own reasons, she will probably end up being a bad influence next to Emperor Wu sooner or later, which will not be conducive to the expansion of Buddhism's territory.
After thinking about it again and again, it would be better not to offend both parties.
"What a joke! If I were still in the physical body, how could I be defeated by your reincarnation power?"
The Demon God King knew Ye Congwen's intention, but he didn't expect that the Demon God King, who was dignified, would have to rely on his twenty-year-old apprentice to rack his brains to save his life. He felt very miserable.
"Prince Sanqi, honestly speaking, even if your body is still there, you are no match for a rough man like me who lives on grains, because you can't afford it."
The Buddha said tit for tat, deliberately bringing up the tragic past of the Demon King being starved to death by Qilin. He was trapped in the barrier by Qilin, and the ground was full of corpses of monsters. Unfortunately, the Demon King had been feeding on heavenly materials and earthly treasures since he was a child. If you can't eat the flesh and blood of monsters, your poor little stomach can't hold even a few ounces of flesh and blood.
After he consumed all the treasures in the jade and used unpredictable formations to teleport the twelve zodiac guardian gods out one by one, he exhausted all his energy and could only watch the corpses of the monsters starve to death.
There is not enough energy in the cauldron. Neither can it break through Qilin's heavenly barrier and escape, nor can Qilin enter his supreme formation to feed him heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
In the end, he starved to death while guarding the corpses of monsters all over the ground. This was the biggest stain in the life of the Demon King. Who would have thought that the founder of the Demon Hunting Guard, the first person in the Immortal Realm, would end his life in such a shameful way? ?
You must know that the Demon Hunters are a school that takes the path of physical cultivation. From then on, the commanders of the Demon Hunting Guards were all ashamed of devouring heavenly materials and earthly treasures, even with the help of external forces. At the end of the war between gods and demons, Tao Zun personally made a pot of Guan Ding Dan to help the human race resist the three major gods. No matter how hard the twelve zodiac guardian gods fought, they could not swallow the Guan Ding Dan to restore their physical strength.
The Buddha's words were like a sharp needle piercing into the head of the Demon God King. Bits and pieces of the past emerged in response to the situation, instantly breaking through the invincible aura of the Demon God King. Not only did the movements of his hands become stagnant, but even the shadows faded. A lot.
"Yes, without a strong physical body, it is like a tree without roots or water without a source. No matter how exquisite the formation is, it is just external force."
The Demon God King murmured to himself, thinking of the various formations and secret techniques that he had hid in the cave after his death, meditating and studying, such as reshaping the body, and ice and fire body tempering formations. It was a pity that he never had the chance to try again.
Ye Congwen looked at the dejected Demon God King, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. The master waited for three hundred years before choosing a physique like his with the blood of the Southern Barbarian giants in his body. He also specially created an ice and fire quenching body formation to reshape the body to help him improve his physique and give him a body comparable to that of a cub of a mythical beast. Strong body.
It is conceivable how much he cares about this matter, but unfortunately he insists on going his own way and breaks into the palace alone with the strength of the Divine Fire Candle Heaven Realm to seek revenge on Xuanyuan Fengling.
Now that the master and the disciple are in a desperate situation, the supreme skill that the Demon God King has worked so hard to achieve is facing the dilemma of being discontinued. Isn't there a little bit of loss and unwillingness in his heart?
"Amitabha! Prince Sanqi is extremely smart and learned the hard way. After three hundred years, he finally chose a physical practitioner with the blood of the Southern Barbarian royal family as his apprentice. Didn't he just want to make up for his regrets?
Thousands of gold are easy to get, but uncut jade is hard to find. I still can't figure it out to this day. With the disciple's talent in cultivation, within a hundred years he will definitely be better than his master. As long as he endures for decades, he will definitely be able to avenge his enemies with his own hands.
Why didn't you stop him and let a hot-blooded young man run rampant? Aren't you doing him a disservice? "
When Ye Congwen heard the Buddha talking about the Southern Barbarian royal family, his voice became inaudible. Except for himself and his master, the rest of the people acted as if they had not heard. They immediately looked at the Buddha standing in the distance with vigilance.
Secretly guessing that this guy saw something? But the confused look on Fozi's face obviously didn't hear him.
"He is my disciple, not my subordinate. I have no right to stop him from coming to the imperial capital to seek revenge. Besides, if a man is so cowardly that he dare not say a word when his tribe and wife are killed, such a person has no chance of becoming an Immortal Lord. Realm master."
When the Demon God King heard about the Southern Barbarian Royal Family, the strength in his hand seemed to pause for a moment, his suspicious expression fleeting, and he answered calmly again.
The subtle changes of the two masters and disciples did not escape the Buddha's eyes. A knowing smile rarely appeared on his chrysanthemum-like wrinkled face. He stared at the Demon King and used the secret sound-in-ear technique to whisper:
"Three hundred years ago, the Southern Barbarian royal family was in turmoil. The remnants of the defectors fled into Daxia and disappeared. It must have been a formation master like Prince Sanqi who was able to quietly steal a few people from under the noses of the elite Southern Barbarian royal family. Hundreds of people rescued him.
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Prince Sanqi has put in a lot of effort to cultivate a qualified heir, but three hundred years of hard work were ruined in one day, but you were indifferent. Not only did you not stop Ye Congwen, but you also made a fuss in the palace with him. Do you think you can count on it? When the time comes, will your disciple be able to turn danger into good luck? "
The Buddha always felt that the Demon King was too calm and allowed the only disciple he had worked so hard to train to act recklessly. Did he really not care about the three hundred years of hard work?
Or is it that the Demon God King has a back-up plan and has already figured out that Ye Congwen will be fine? The Demon God King is proficient in divination, so maybe this is really possible.
How did Ye Congwen turn danger into disaster and avoid the disaster in front of him? I thought about it over and over again, but I couldn't think of a way to have both.
"The law of heaven is clear, and retribution is unsatisfactory. Good people should have their destiny. We monks only want to be worthy of heaven and earth. How can we be superstitious about those vague things?
So what if all the mechanisms are exhausted, am I still going to die in the Qilin Barrier? "
The Buddha suddenly understood and almost forgot that the demon king had passed away. If he was really proficient in divination, how could he die young? In an instant, he was no longer curious about those fortune-telling deductions, and directly reminded:
"Ye Congwen used the ancient fist skills of the Southern Barbarians to defeat the grandson of the Southern Barbarians this time. His identity has long been exposed. It is only a matter of time before the Southern Barbarians follow the clues and find the descendants of the remaining Southern Barbarians hiding in Lizhou Mansion.
Whether it is for the ancient boxing skills or to settle the grudges of the past, the giant of Iron Tower Village cannot escape death.
Even if Princess Wind Chime doesn't kill them, I'm afraid they won't live long. Instead of being tortured to death by the elites of the Southern Barbarian royal family with all kinds of torture, maybe they will die with more dignity at the hands of Princess Wind Chime?
From this perspective, Princess Wind Chime's sin is actually not as serious as Ye Congwen said, at least it is not worthy of death. What does Prince Sanqi think? "
As soon as these words came out, the Xuanyuan wind chime beside the Buddha, the Buddha in the distance, and Ye Congwen all heard it clearly.
When Xuanyuan Fengling saw the Buddha speaking for him, he immediately looked at Ye Congwen and cautiously defended:
"I was not the one who killed the giants of the Huaye tribe. I didn't even see what they looked like. Ye Congwen falsely accused me of slaughtering the village and exterminating the clan. Who should I ask to reason?"
Ye Congwen glanced at Xuanyuan Fengling. If the Buddha hadn't used the reincarnation power to protect her, he would have wanted to kill her now to avenge Bian Wanqing's six sisters. Just as he was about to retort, a loud noise suddenly came, and the whirlpool that was several miles long fell to the ground and shattered to pieces. Even the Human Emperor's protective formation was slowly collapsing.
A chaotic coffin that was as red as blood was like a headless fly, smashing towards the four corners of the Human Emperor's protective formation, scaring the people around them to retreat, fearing that it would hit them.
