"Bishop Black Coffin?"
Yanru Divine Monk stared at Heijing's empty face for a long time and asked with some uncertainty.
"good."
Sombra nodded, "It's me."
The black coffin bishop who died in the hands of the four masters of the Goddess Mountain and Lin Xingyue unexpectedly came back to life in the faceless man's black crystal as a soul clone.
"My Lord Bishop, this poor monk would not hesitate to kill his mentor for you."
Yanru Divine Monk's expression was gloomy and uncertain, "But you can't even abide by a small agreement, which is really chilling."
"Little monk, did you kill Master Fenkong really for me?"
Perhaps due to the change of Sombra's body, Bishop Black Coffin's laughter also became very harsh, and it sounded very awkward, "Don't use these little tricks in front of me, it will only increase the laughingstock."
"boom!"
Light shone in the sky in the distance, and the eighth thunder thunder roared down, with astonishing power and thunderous momentum.
"He is just a little spiritual master. Even if he is lucky enough to survive the catastrophe, he is still just a saint."
The Yanru Divine Monk gritted his teeth and said, "And the poor monk already has the cultivation of the soul state. If he gets the inheritance from the master, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds. He may be able to reach the perfection of the soul state in one fell swoop. The bishop is really willing to do it for a young boy. , give up the cooperation with the poor monk?"
"Do you know why Master Fenkong chose this boy as his successor instead of you?"
The Black Coffin Bishop was not moved at all. Instead, he sneered and said, "Just because your cultivation qualifications are far inferior to his, you will not be able to exert the full power of the inheritance. It will only be a waste of natural resources for you."
"you……"
Yanru's eyes were red, his teeth were clenching, and he was so angry that he couldn't even speak.
"Besides, you are just a lost dog now, and you have no confidence to betray me at all. Why should I care about what you think?"
Black Coffin Bishop Jie Jie said with a strange smile, "Besides Black Coffin, which other domain would accept a disciple who killed his master?"
"The poor monk is one of the top twenty generals in the review."
Yanru Divine Monk's face was extremely ugly, "Besides, with my cultivation level, I can live freely on my own without having to seek refuge in any other realm."
"You might as well go out and ask around."
Bishop Black Coffin's laughter gradually faded away, and there was an undisguised threat in his words, "What will happen to those who betray Black Coffin."
Yanru Divine Monk turned pale and fell into silence for an instant.
All the rumors about the black coffin suddenly flooded into his mind. Thinking of the cruel methods of these extremely evil people, he felt a chill running down his spine and shuddering, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.
One of the four great divine monks who used to be so energetic and scolding Fang Qiu felt unprecedented despair and helplessness at this moment.
He suddenly realized that from the moment he killed Master Fenkong, there was no turning back. He had no choice but to be a dog for the Black Coffin Bishop.
"You don't have to feel aggrieved."
Bishop Black Coffin continued, "Follow me well and you will soon know how correct your choice is."
"This poor monk just lost his temper."
Yanru Divine Monk was silent for a long time, and the anxious look on his face suddenly disappeared. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He clasped his hands together and whispered softly, "Since I have taken refuge with the Lord Bishop, I should devote my whole life to him. I have done my best for you, how dare you have any second thoughts? Since you like this boy, I will have nothing to do with him from now on. I just made an agreement and let him go with the wind!"
"It seems that I underestimated you before."
Bishop Black Coffin stared at him for a long time, then slowly said, "The young monk can endure what ordinary people cannot. Yes, very good, he is a character."
"Your Majesty, the Bishop is ridiculous."
Yanru Divine Monk has already restored his former elegant demeanor, and when he smiles, he is indescribably handsome, and everything before seems to have never happened.
"Boom!"
Just as the two were talking, another terrifying thunderbolt shot straight down from the sky. It was extremely domineering and shocking. The unimaginable terrifying power spread in all directions, filling the sky and the earth, covering an area of several hundred feet around Liu Tiedan. Inside, even General Xiao was forced to panic and retreat continuously.
"The ninth thunder tribulation!"
Everyone turned their heads, everyone was stunned, their mouths were wide open, and their expressions were indescribably exaggerated.
On the road to sainthood, this little boy not only provoked an unprecedented thunder and fire disaster, but also triggered the ninth thunder.
Nine is the ultimate number!
Being able to experience nine thunder tribulations undoubtedly shows that his cultivation qualifications have reached the realm of Heavenly Jealousy, far better than any of the big guys present.
"Drill's vision is pretty good."
Bishop Black Coffin stared closely at the location where the thunder fell on the ninth day, and murmured to himself, "This kid is indeed a treasure!"
The Apostle of Sloth and the Apostle of Jealousy looked at each other, and at the same time they could see a hint of shock and a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.
On the contrary, once Divine Monk Yanru made up his mind, he simply closed his eyes, chanted Buddhist scriptures softly, and never looked at Liu Tiedan again.
The power of the ninth thunder and fire calamity can be called abnormal. Wherever it passes, the violent and scorching breath almost burns everything to ashes. The ghost mandrill's eyes widened, staring closely at the area submerged by the thunder, with a faint smile on his face. With a bit of nervousness.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Time passed quickly in minutes and seconds, and the violent light of thunder and fire finally gradually dissipated, revealing a slender figure hidden among them.
Liu Tiedan!
Under such a terrifying ninth heavenly tribulation, he actually did not die.
At this time, the young man's hair was disheveled, his clothes were ragged, he was covered in green smoke, and his skin was charred black, as if he had just jumped out of Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, and he looked very embarrassed.
Only his eyes were still bright, clear, shining, and reflected infinite sharpness.
Seeing that he was safe and sound, Ghost Mandrill raised the corners of his mouth slightly, relaxed all over, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"This kid actually withstood nine thunder tribulations!"
The jealous apostle couldn't help but exclaimed, "Are you afraid that you will be an arrogant apostle again in the future?"
"That arrogant boy."
Bishop Black Coffin said lightly, "I only experienced eight thunder tribulations back then."
The jealous apostle's expression froze and he remained silent for a long time.
True to his name, he was already uncontrollably jealous of Liu Tiedan's terrifying cultivation aptitude.
Just when everyone was in shock, countless light groups suddenly burst out from Liu Tiedan's body, spinning rapidly around him. They were colorful and gorgeous, like elves of different colors. The picture was indescribable. The output is beautiful and moving.
If you look closely, you will find that each of these colorful light groups is actually a small flame.
These many colored flames gradually converged into a huge colorful ball above Liu Tiedan's head, and the dazzling light spattered in all directions, illuminating the heaven and earth.
"Qiang~"
An extremely loud, extremely sharp roar suddenly came from the light group, splitting rocks and piercing the clouds, reaching the sky, shaking the eardrums of everyone present and making their hearts tremble.
Immediately afterwards, this gorgeous ball suddenly exploded, revealing a huge bird figure, with a chicken head, a snake neck, a swallow's jaw, a turtle's back, and a fish tail. The feathers all over the body were colorful, and the surrounding flames were lingering and flowing, and there was a poem. The pearls move towards the sun, and the new green feathers face the wind. The momentum is extraordinary, not like a human creature.
It was actually an extraordinary fire phoenix!
"The Dharma of the Saint!"
General Xiao had already retreated very far away. Looking at the amazingly powerful fire phoenix in front of him, his expression turned extremely ugly.
He knew that Liu Tiedan finally succeeded in breaking through to the saint realm.
What kind of existence is a saint who has experienced nine thunder tribulations?
General Xiao, who had only experienced five thunder tribulations, could not imagine it at all.
We can't let him adapt to the power of a saint!
General Xiao's eyes flashed, and he bit his lower lip with his teeth. He jumped up suddenly, stretched out both palms, and transformed his spiritual power into two giant silver beasts in front of him. They roared and rushed towards Liu Tiedan.
He preconceived the idea that the other party would definitely come to trouble him after he was promoted to a saint, so he took action decisively, intending to eradicate Liu Tiedan in one fell swoop before he could fully adapt to his new power, so as to avoid future troubles.
As for Zhu Yiru's instructions, he had already forgotten them.
"Qiang!"
Before Liu Tiedan could react, the colorful phoenix above his head suddenly shrieked, and then his body flashed, and the gorgeous light pierced the sky like a shooting star.
Immediately afterwards, the two giant beasts that General Xiao fought broke into pieces and scattered in all directions, with not even a trace of spiritual slag left.
"Kagero!"
Liu Tiedan seemed to finally react. He raised his head and looked at where General Xiao was. He slowly raised his right hand to his chest, used his five fingers to form claws, grabbed the air, and whispered two words in his mouth.
Almost at the same time, General Xiao's body actually burst into flames. The raging flames emitting colorful light were mixed with the power of thunder and lightning, completely enveloping his whole body.
"ah!!!"
General Xiao was horrified, and while struggling to use his spiritual power to fight the flames, he let out an extremely miserable scream.
However, no matter how much he resisted or struggled, this gorgeous flame did not weaken at all. Instead, it lingered around him like gangrene attached to his bones.
However, in just a few breaths, a dignified saint and strong man was burned to ashes, with not even a bone left. The death was so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.
How, how is it possible?
General Xiao is a saint and a strong man, how could he lose to a country boy?
After witnessing all this, Zhu Yiru felt her legs become weak and fell to the ground with a thump. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her mind went blank, and she lost the ability to think for a moment.
"Ghost Mandrill, bring this kid to see me later."
Bishop Black Coffin nodded with satisfaction, gave instructions to the ghost mandrill, and then turned to look at Yanru Divine Monk, "Little monk, the princess of this country seems to have a good impression of you?"
"Yiru and the poor monk do have some friendship." Yanru, the divine monk, replied vaguely.
"From today on, you can return to secular life!"
The next words of the Black Coffin Bishop greatly exceeded the expectations of the Yanru Divine Monk, "Hurry up and marry the princess of this country. When the time is right in a few days, I will arrange for you to take over the position of the country's leader."
Monk Yanru glanced at him in surprise, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he nodded silently to express his submission.
"You two, hurry up and get ready to go."
Bishop Black Coffin then ordered the two apostles, "I will go on a long journey with you later."
"Where to go?" Apostle Lazy asked curiously.
"Yin Luoshan."
Three words came out clearly on the black coffin bishop's face without features.
