Journey To the West: Help Styx Strengthen the Abi Sword at the Start

But with Haotian's cultivation base, he immediately saw through the person's true body.

Tathagata! It's quick to come.

"Bald?"

Ye Fan said, walking to the side of his statue, although he used a dust-preventing technique with his hand, the dust on the statue was swept away.

"Well, let him in!"

"This is surprising, how come there will be a monk coming today?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to Haotian.

Haotian suddenly became speechless, you don't know how strong you are, but we do!

If he knew that the man was the master of the temple, how could he send someone to trap the thunder mountain, and it would not be enough to give him ten courage.

But what made him puzzled was why this person wanted to help Yingzheng. Didn’t he know that this violated the rules set by the way of heaven?

"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk is well-rounded, passing by the precious place is just to make a fast meal, and I hope the donor can do it conveniently."

The bald head of Da Ri Tathagata's paintings put his hands together, his thumb and index finger only saw a string of rosary beads radiating a faint Buddha light.

It was just that when he saw the Confucian scholar in white next to Ye Fan, the expression on his face was suddenly wonderful.

Just said: "It turns out that the donor still has guests here, which is bothering me."

Haotian sneered: "Nagging? You monk, you are so unreasonable. If you feel nagging, why are you still standing here?"

Anyway, he was not speaking as Haotian now, even if something happened with the Buddha, it would not hurt.

What's more, the two families of Buddhism and Daoism have been fighting for luck, and Haotian, as a member of the profound sect, is still facing the Dao sect.

The monk who turned into a Tathagata had fat head and big ears, and the golden bowl in his hand was shining, but his face became stiff involuntarily, and he responded:

"Donor, you are wrong. As a monk, the poor monk usually sleeps and sleeps and sleeps in bed, but when his manpower is exhausted, he has to seek the home of a benevolent person."

Ye Fan said in his heart, good fellow, the Big Sun Tathagata can really put a hat on, there is nothing else, he has been wearing a big hat for his entire life.

Sure enough, it is not what ordinary people can do.

Very thick-skinned.

Haotian sneered: "Are you afraid that your Buddhism will be affected by the emperor of the human world? If that human emperor forbids all gods and Buddhas to erect statues of faith in the land of Kyushu, I am afraid that it is not just the Taoists that will be affected, you Buddhism It's all the same result!"

Monk Yuantong still lowered his eyebrows, and the Buddha beads in his hand kept turning. He couldn't help but accept Haotian's words, but he said in a deep voice:

"This benefactor is talking about the Emperor of Kyushu? The poor monk heard that the power of the Emperor is already established, and the enchantment of Kyushu has been enlarged. Before the poor monk came, the land of Kyushu was already 30,000 li from the east, humane The qi gathered in Xianyang, presumably the Four Royals can't hold it anymore at this moment!"

Haotian squinted his eyes slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.

But after seeing Ye Fan next to him, his expression slowed down and said to Da Riru: ​​"This great monk, aren't you here for Hua Zhai Fan?"

Da Ri Tathagata took back the golden bowl and said the Buddha's name: "No, the poor monk sees that this place is poor, the poor monk says goodbye."

A joke, he just came to see if the person on the thunder mountain was the one who cast the temple, now it seems that it is correct.

The monk turned around and wanted to leave, but he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped, and said to Haotian: "It is said that many people died in the Thunder Mountain before, and I don't know what happened. Good, good, good."

"The poor monk has also heard that there are still strong people sitting far in the Xianyang Palace."

After finishing speaking, it had disappeared, leaving only Haotian whose expression was flushing and the anger ignited in his eyes.

Ye Fan on the side had already been sitting at the table for some time, drinking tea on his own, without any intention to interrupt.

The struggles that these gods and Buddha saw could not affect him at all, as long as someone continued to contribute to himself the power of the world.

Haotian walked to Ye Fan's idol, worshipped for three times, and said, "My lord, the battle of the human world still hopes that I don't want to participate in the battle of the human world. I am very grateful to Haotian."

Having said that, the body is transformed and directly restored to the real body,

Walked to Ye Fan and bowed deeply.

But when he raised his head, he found that there was no one on the table in front of him.

And behind Haotian, a huge furnace of heaven and earth was igniting a raging fire.

He was suddenly startled, what does this mean?

Accepted your proposal? Still not accepted?

In other words, did the master let him fight for it himself?

Thinking about this, he took out a side Zhen Shi Yin and threw it into the furnace of heaven and earth.

Zhen Shiyin is his great seal of the Emperor of Heaven, which was given to him by Hongjun's ancestors, and belongs to the best innate spirit treasure.

After so many years, he found that this thing seemed to evolve on its own, and as Zhen Shiyin continued to grow stronger, the world that Haotian could control by itself would also expand.

He slowly put his hands up, and the power of the original source surged out and was directly absorbed by the furnace.

Three times in a row!

Om, hum, hum!

The scarlet flame illuminates Haotian's cheeks, with puzzlement, anxiety, and hope in his eyes.

"Ding, Zhen Shiyin strengthens +3 success."

"Ding, Zhen Shiyin strengthens +5 success."

As Haotian strengthened, he was thinking about the next countermeasures.

The first and third chapters of the **** battle outside Xianyang

Within the Great Qin Empire.

Outside the city of Xianyang, Meng Tian led the 80,000 Meng family army to confront the heavenly soldiers. At this moment, all the soldiers were full of blood, like a whole, and the fighting spirit swept across the four directions.

Meng Tian raised his head and looked at the desperate fairy gods in the sky, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"Everyone, stand by and wait for your majesty to arrive!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, none of the soldiers flinched, no one was afraid, one by one, as if possessed by a **** of war, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Okay!" After Meng Tian said, he looked at the figure in white clothes behind him. The man was an apprentice of the gods and was said to have come to support him.