There is no need for too many words or too much pretense. The emperor's power and immortal power sweep across, as if the immortal emperor is coming in person. Nine heavens and ten earths bow their heads to him. Even the sky-swallowing fish king and the huge black shadow in the distance can't help but Glanced over here.
"Immortal Emperor's Treasure!" Countless monks and strongmen present were shocked and couldn't help but retreat.
"Emperor's soldiers!" The expressions of Gui Chong Mo Zi and Ju Que Holy Son also changed, and their expressions were very ugly.
Zen Master Dazhi chuckled and said: "Why, as the heirs of the Imperial Immortal Sect, you don't even have one or two Immortal Emperor's treasures with you. This would be very embarrassing, aren't they just the Immortal Emperor's treasures? , Are your elders so stingy?"
Zen Master Dazhi’s words were also harsh, making the faces of Gui Chong Mozi and Juque Shengzi become even more livid. The three of them were both descendants of the Imperial Immortal Sect. If they were to fight alone, it would be hard to say who would win.
However, Zen Master Dazhi carries the treasure of the Immortal Emperor on his body. No matter how powerful the Ghost Insect Demon Son and the Juque Holy Son are, they are still only worthless! The strength of the three people seems to be very different. Once the Immortal Emperor's treasure weapon comes out, everything will become no longer suspense.
Facing Zen Master Dazhi, who possesses the treasure of the Immortal Emperor, even if Gui Chong Mo Zi and Ju Que Holy Son join forces, they still won't be able to gain the slightest advantage. Although they possess heaven-defying imperial arts, neither the Ghost Insect Devil nor the Giant Que Sage are willing to take this risk. Once they are hit by the Immortal Emperor's treasure weapon, even if their bodies are powerful, they may only be destroyed.
After listening to Zen Master Dazhi's words, many people present were speechless. That was the Immortal Emperor's treasure, not an ordinary thing. Even the Emperor's Immortal Sect often only owned one or two pieces. How could the average younger generation be like this? He was like that, running around the world with the Immortal Emperor's treasure.
"What kind of hero is it to win with imperial troops?" Gui Chong Mozi said coldly. Of course he is not willing to challenge the Immortal Emperor's treasure weapon, unless he is practicing the Immortal Body.
Zen Master Dazhi glanced at him and said: "I just used the immortal soldiers to suppress you, what's the matter? Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, just let your horse come over. You can't even take out the treasure of the Immortal Emperor. It's a shame to say that you are an Emperor's Immortal. The heir of the door!"
He looked exactly like a second-generation ancestor, without the demeanor of a monk at all. Of course, he was not a real monk.
Being ridiculed by Zen Master Dazhi. Both Gui Chong Mo Zi and Ju Que Holy Son were trembling with anger. They came to Fengdu City in a hurry. Although they had applied to the sect for the Immortal Emperor Treasure Artifact, the elders of the sect had not yet approved it.
But Zen Master Dazhi was different. He could have taken over the position of Mingduze long ago. Naturally, he had obtained the control of the Immortal Emperor's treasure a long time ago.
"Okay, Mr. Jian, if you have the guts, just wait!" Gui Chong Mozi couldn't swallow this breath and said, "Don't think that only Ming Du Ze has the Immortal Emperor's treasure!"
Zen Master Dazhi glanced at him again and said, "Just wait and wait. Monk, am I afraid that you, a creature that is neither an insect nor a ghost, can become a ghost?"
Gui Chong Mozi was so angry that he turned around and left. Although he wanted to be cruel, but without the Immortal Emperor's treasure weapon in hand, he would definitely suffer a loss if he confronted Zen Master Dazhi head-on.
"Brother Jianxuan. Even if you can protect him for a while, you can't protect him for the rest of his life." After Gui Chong Mozi left, Holy Son Juque glanced at Li Qiye and said coldly to Zen Master Dazhi.
Holy Son Juque came for Li Qiye's method of crossing the sea. Unexpectedly, Zen Master Dazhi intervened and messed up the matter.
Zen Master Dazhi laughed, looked coldly at Holy Son Juque, and said: "Juque, you think too highly of yourself, do you really think that you are invincible among the younger generation? Brother Li still needs my protection? Hey. The reason why I took action was just It’s just that you guys don’t like me, and I suppress your arrogance. Do you really think you are the strongest genius in Bei Ze Land?”
Juque Holy Land and Mingdu Ze both belong to the Imperial Immortal Sect of Beize. It is also one of the most powerful inheritances in the Northern Zeland. It is inevitable that the two factions are somewhat competitive.
Zen Master Dazhi and Holy Son Juque are both the strongest young people and the most talented geniuses in Beizhe. Zen Master Dazhi rarely shows his face in Beize, so Holy Son Juque regards himself as the number one among the younger generation in Beize. .
This time, Zen Master Dazhi provoked the two holy sons of Juque in an arrogant and high-profile manner, just to suppress their arrogance.
For being so provocative. The Holy Son of Juque snorted coldly, said nothing more, turned around and left immediately.
Naturally, other young monks did not dare to discuss this matter lightly. Even geniuses such as Qing Jinzi and Bai Jiazi could not say anything. This was a struggle between the imperial lineage immortal sects. Although their sects were powerful, But compared with the Imperial Immortal Sect, there is still a certain distance after all. For them, they are not willing to offend the Holy Son of Juque or Zen Master Dazhi.
Everyone dispersed, everyone was busy with their own things. Zen Master Dazhi smiled and said to Li Qiye: "That's good, that's good. Donor Li, we are really destined."
"What, you're not hiding from your wife anymore?" Li Qiye said angrily. Zen Master Dazhi ruined his good deeds every time he appeared, which made Li Qiye feel really unhappy.
"Uh-" Zen Master Dazhi laughed dryly and unconsciously touched his bald head.
Seeing him like this, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile, and then walked forward with Qiurong Wanxue.
Zen Master Dazhi hurriedly followed, looking at the spectacular scene ahead, looking at the confrontation between the Sky-Swallowing Fish King and the huge black shadow, and curiously asked Li Qiye: "What does Donor Li have to say about such an existence?"
Li Qiye glanced at him slowly and said: "Fake monk, are you trying to trick me? Your ancestor should have left a few words."
"Monk is just asking casually." Zen Master Dazhi laughed dryly. In fact, he did know a lot.
You must know that the founder of Mingdu Ze, Immortal Emperor Mingdu, was born in Fengdu City, and his understanding of Fengdu City is definitely not comparable to that of outsiders.
Zen Master Dazhi didn't know whether their ancestor, Immortal Emperor Mingdu, was born in Fengdu City, but this theory had been circulated. But regarding some secrets of Fengdu City, there are indeed some records in Mingdu Ze that other imperial immortal sects do not have.
Zen Master Dazhi deliberately tested Li Qiye. Since Li Qiye could even figure out Fei Huaizhuang, I guess he definitely knew something.
Li Qiye smiled and said: "Fake monk, what do you want to know? If I know, I can tell you something."
Zen Master Dazhi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile: "In some secret records of my sect, it was mentioned that there is a great creation here, an incredible great creation. For us ghosts, those who get this creation, I’m afraid it’s not difficult to become an Immortal Emperor!”
Qiurong Wanxue's expression changed when she heard this. It is not difficult to become an Immortal Emperor. This is such a heaven-defying and invincible creation. If such a creation really existed, everyone would be salivating and crazy about it.
"The great good fortune that carries the destiny." Li Qiye squinted his eyes and said: "Such a good fortune does exist. I can tell you this news. You have a few things in Mingdu Ze. If you sincerely seek such a great good fortune, It might be helpful to you.”
"Really -" Zen Master Dazhi couldn't help but his eyes gleamed, just like a miser seeing a gold ingot. He quickly rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I don't know what the fate of this place is like. Please give me some advice from Donor Li."
Li Qiye glanced at him leisurely and said: "As a ghost clan, it may be possible for you to get such a good fortune. However, I have to tell you some unfortunate news. This good fortune may not be good, and it may give you a lifetime Bringing bad luck!”
"How does Benefactor Li know?" Zen Master Dazhi's expression changed and he looked at Li Qiye in horror.
Li Qiye looked at Zen Master Dazhi and said, "It seems that you have seen your ancestor's secret notes! As a monk, you know a lot."
Zen Master Dazhi couldn't help but take a deep breath. This matter was considered a secret in their Mingdu Ze, and few even the disciples of the sect knew about it.
"This matter is indeed mentioned in the records of the Patriarch. The Patriarch once warned that this creation cannot be obtained, otherwise it will bring disaster to the family!" Zen Master Dazhi was shocked. When he read the secret manuscript before, he did not understand why their The Patriarch and the Immortal Emperor Du Ming would warn future generations like this, so what on earth could make their invincible Immortal Emperor and Patriarch so fearful?
Zen Master Dazhi couldn't help but rub his hands and asked, "I wonder what donor Li has to say about this?"
"Good advice?" Li Qiye said with a leisurely smile: "If you want to live longer, stay away from this thing. Otherwise, even if you get such a blessing, you Mingdu Ze will not be able to escape the disaster unless your ancestor is reborn."
Zen Master Dazhi was shocked when he heard this and did not think Li Qiye's words were alarmist. After all, their ancestor had warned him in the secret note.
"Do you still want such a blessing?" Li Qiye said calmly.
"Good, good." Zen Master Dazhi shook his head and said with a smile: "The poor monk is a gifted and talented person. Even if he does not have such a good fortune, he can reach the top and bear the destiny. The true emperor of the generation is the poor monk. This is the great wisdom of the monk."
Although his words were somewhat bragging, it was undeniable that Zen Master Dazhi's talent was indeed extremely outstanding, otherwise he would not have become the successor of Ming Du Ze.
Li Qiye led Qiurong Wanxue towards the battlefield where the two armies were confronting each other. He smiled and said to Zen Master Dazhi, "Monk, can you cross the Black Sea ahead?"
"Hey, Donor Li, you think too highly of this poor monk. Don't you, Donor Li, see that everyone here is having a hard time? What virtue and ability can this poor monk have when there are so many people who can't do anything about it?" Zen Master Dazhi shook his head like a drum.
"Really?" Li Qiye looked at him with a half-smile, and said leisurely: "If I remember correctly, your ancestor Immortal Emperor Mingdu once left a treasure ship that can cross all the seas in the world. It’s definitely not a problem for that boat to cross the night sea or the black sea ahead!”
As soon as Li Qiye said this, Zen Master Dazhi's expression suddenly changed. (To be continued.)
