"Ice sister! We are going to get this ten thousand-year ice marrow. According to the previous agreement, the person who seizes the treasure can get two more portions. In this way, you and I can get more than 30% of the ice marrow, which should be enough for the best elixir to break through the initial bottleneck. Maybe we can still have a surplus! At that time, you and I can put aside all distractions and be free and easy!" In front of the ten thousand-year ice marrow, Liu Jian was looking forward to a bright future with his Taoist partner, and did not notice the coming of danger at all.

But not far away, a string of red sandalwood Buddha beads sent by Monk Fatong had already broken through the air. Eighteen Buddhist beads were filled with light, and golden Sanskrit appeared and seemed very powerful. The target was not someone else, but Liu Jian, a great Confucian monk.

"Amitabha! I don't care about my own safety and rescue each of them. Donald Liu is so unique. Have you ever taken me seriously?" Although the monk Fatong looked like an old acquaintance with Liu Jian, he did not leave any affection. Not only did he shoot a red sandalwood Buddha bead at Liu Jian, but he also condensed the golden body of the Buddha behind him. The huge Buddha palm took Kashyapa's gesture and pressed against Liu Jian's head, but he made up his mind to kill the great Confucian monk on the spot.

"Master Fatong?! You and I..." At this time, Liu Jian woke up as if he was dreaming. He was about to get along with Fatong, but suddenly found that the eighteen red sandalwood Buddhist beads had arrived near him.

After all, Liu Jian was also a great monk in the Nascent Soul stage. He knew that Monk Fatong's string of red sandalwood Buddha beads were a bit weird and could not be despised. Seeing that he could not dodge, he immediately made a decision to suck Xuanyuan Ziyan out of the mysterious ice of Wanzai, and met Monk Fatong's string of Buddhist beads with the force of fire burning the sky.

The string of Buddhist beads of Buddhist beads are refined from the roots of a Bodhi tree that is born in three thousand years, and it is integrated into the path of joyful Zen. Each Buddhist bead is a scene of joyful Buddha facing naked with a woman, doing things between men and women. Although it looks like Buddha’s light and auspicious colors are everywhere, it has a bit of lewd power.

Originally, Confucian righteousness had a natural effect on this lustful and evil spirit, but Liu Jian has been addicted to the dual cultivation with Tang Bingbing over the years, and has long lost the ability to resist this path of happiness. Xuanyuan Ziyan, under the light of happiness, just resisted a little and retreated step by step.

Liu Jian was unwilling to die like this, but in times of crisis, he suddenly shook his head and recited Confucian classics, "...are absent-minded, blind, listen, listen, and eat without knowing the taste. This is called self-cultivation, correcting his heart..."

Unexpectedly, with the sound of this bright book, the glory of righteousness emitted from Xuanyuan's purple inkstone not only resisted the joyful Zen light emitted by the red sandalwood Buddhist beads, but also showed a counterattack.

"Alas! I have been addicted to love between men and women over the years, and have abandoned the practice of Confucianism, so I was trapped in the early stage of the Nascent Soul and never had the power to break through. No wonder the masters of the masters call Bingbing a witch! Unexpectedly, it was the ancient sage who saved his life at this critical moment of life and death!" Liu Jian, who had escaped from death, sighed in his heart, and expressed regret on his face, but he seemed to have finally had an enlightenment.

But the monk Fatong was already a powerful man who transformed the gods in half-step. Since he had already made up his mind to kill Liu Jian, how could it be so simple? Just as Liu Jian had just resolved the attack of the red sandalwood Buddhist beads, the Kashyapa's magic palm that was used by the true body of the Dharma King behind Fatong was pressing against Liu Jian's head.

Liu Jian had just used his righteous spirit to dispel the joyful Zen light, but he felt that his eyes suddenly became clear and his heart was clear. He was about to rush to escape, but he heard the sound of the Buddhist sounds lingering in his ears, and the golden light in front of him was completely shrouded under the palm of Kashyapa.

Liu Jian knew that this Buddhist Dharma Image True Body was extremely powerful, and was about to sacrifice Xuanyuan Ziyan again, but found that under the Buddha's light, the meridians in the whole body were completely unforced, and even a little spiritual energy could not be mobilized.

"Not good! I have been practicing my destiny!" He could not mobilize his spiritual energy. Even a great monk as strong as a Nascent Soul stage was almost the same as an ordinary person. After a sad exclaim, Liu Jian could only close his eyes and wait for his death.

"No!" But at this moment, Tang Bingbing, who had given up the burly man, had already flew to Liu Jian. When she saw her lover pulling her neck under Kashyapa's palm, she also let out a heart-wrenching cry. She raised the 7749 poisonous spirit-eating banner in her hand and collided with the giant palm of Dingguang Huanxi Buddhist Eye.

The true body of Dharma Image is one of the highest magical powers of Buddhist disciples. The true body of Dharma Image is the most powerful and strong, even stronger than ordinary top-grade magic weapons. No one dares to try his best. Tang Bingbing's actions are like a moth to a fire and destroy himself.

The spiritual beasts who witnessed this scene nearby all felt a stuttering in their hearts and sighed secretly. Even the monk Fatong put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. He kept shaking his head and said, "Amitabha! Good! Good! It's a pity that such a handsome little lady is!"

There was a series of loud noises from "crack" and "crack" that Tang Bingbing's forty-nine poisonous spirit-eating banners broke like an egg hitting a stone. Tang Bingbing also hit the Buddha's palm and Dharma image. His muscles and bones were broken immediately, and blood splattered everywhere, falling weakly towards the sea like a kite with a broken string, and he was already dying.

At the same time, Liu Jian, who was already waiting to die, suddenly felt that the meridians in his body relaxed, and the spiritual energy that could not be mobilized just now suddenly returned to smooth. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic. Although it was impossible to escape, he directly escaped his natal Yuanying from his body.

After losing the physical constraints, Liu Jian's life Yuanying became extremely agile. He immediately used the teleportation technique to barely escape from the range of the palm wind at the last moment when Kashyapa's divine palm fell.

Hearing a "puff" sound behind him, his body that had been with thousands of years turned into a pool of meat paste, Liu Jian didn't care about grief, and he used the teleportation technique several times without looking back and disappeared into the sky.

"Big...Brother!Big...Brother! My sister asked you to betray the master for me. Today, my sister finally didn't let you down!" Tang Bingbing looked at Liu Jianyuanying's figure leaving, muttering to herself, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her beautiful big eyes gradually lost their spirit.

These Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses present had never experienced any life-and-death battle, but the tragic scene in front of them still moved them, and the battle group was silent for a moment.

After a long time, the white-haired old woman who was chasing Monk Fatong finally came back to her, and swung Chilong Xuanguai toward Fatong, and at the same time she shouted: "I'll hold this monk! You can quickly deal with other human cultivators!"
Chapter completed!