Chapter 199: The Soap-carved Flag of the Great Emperor Zhenwu
Chapter 199 Zhenwu Emperor's Soap Carved Flag
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Once the fight starts, it will definitely alarm the world.
At that time, it is very likely to attract other Buddhist masters from the Western Regions.
Especially the central area, which is unfathomable, even Ye Fan can't see through it.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan took out a flag.
There was a totem of Zhenwu Emperor, that is, Xuanwu, on it.
It exudes an ancient and wild aura, which makes people look sideways.
"This, is this Zhenwu Emperor's Soap Carved Flag?"
On the other side, Yang Jian recognized the origin of this treasure at a glance and was slightly surprised.
"It is this thing, Bull Demon King, you take this flag and cover this world when the fight starts."
Ye Fan said to Bull Demon King.
"Yes!" Bull Demon King took the order and left.
Zhenwu Emperor's Soap Carved Flag is Zhenwu Emperor's companion magic weapon, an innate spiritual treasure.
And it covers the heaven and earth, forming a world of its own.
Back then, when Sun Wukong protected Tang Monk on his journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.
Sun Wukong used the flag of the Great Emperor Zhenwu to cover the heaven and earth, thus deceiving the clever bug and the delicate ghost.
He stole the magic weapon in their hands.
At this time, Sun Wukong saw the flag, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.
"Let's go, let's flatten this temple!"
Ye Fan's eyes showed coldness.
Yang Jian and Sun Wukong also circulated their internal energy, and their fighting spirit was boiling.
On the other side.
In the palm world of the skinny old man.
The blood-haired man was making a fuss there.
For a moment, in the palm world of Buddha, the majestic Buddhist sound shook the sky and covered everything.
The vast blood river was constantly evaporated, revealing the blood-haired man who was struggling to maintain it.
"Don't you understand yet?"
At this moment, the Buddhist sound lingered and echoed in this world.
"I understand you!"
The blood-haired man cursed and gritted his teeth to block the pressure.
He turned his hand into a knife and slashed towards a corner of the void.
In an instant, a semicircular light wave shot towards a certain direction.
"Since you are stubborn, I will give you a wake-up call!"
On the top of the nine-day void, two suns were hanging upside down, and stars were surrounding them.
It was the face of the master of this palm world.
There were two flames burning in the sun, and colorful divine light was flowing.
It was like a volcanic eruption!
The fire eyes opened and closed, and the semicircular light wave was forcibly dispersed.
A stronger light ball than the one shot out by the blood-haired man shot back at him.
Boom!
Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the blood river that had previously flowed beside the blood-haired man made a sizzling sound again.
The blood river quickly dried up again, and finally no blood-red light spots could be seen.
"Huh?"
Looking at the place where the blood-haired man had just stood, a light "huh" sounded in the starlight.
And outside the palm world, a voice dressed in white suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was Ye Fan.
The next moment, Ye Fan stretched out his hand and turned over his palm.
The blood-haired man who had just appeared in the skinny old man's Buddha palm world had actually moved here without anyone noticing.
The blood-haired man slowly opened his eyes, and after feeling this shocking change, he looked around.
When he saw Ye Fan's figure, tears flowed out at that time.
"Master, is that you? I finally see you!"
"For so many years, for so many years, every day, every night, I miss the days in the wilderness."
Minghe cried to Ye Fan.
Although Minghe missed Master Ye Fan very much, he also missed the time when he followed Ye Fan to learn Taoism.
But at this point, he no longer had the face to see Master.
Because of the special nature of Minghe's cultivation method, he often fell into the devil's way.
Thousands of years ago, Ye Fan had made a special move to free him from the devil's way.
I thought that after that time, I could completely stop Lao Wu's tendency to fall into the devil.
But what I never expected was that Lao Wu was getting further and further away from Ye Fan's idea.
As he continued to fall into the devil's way, Minghe's strength also broke through to the semi-god realm.
If he could not suppress his own cultivation, he would have become a god-level cultivator long ago.
"Hey, Minghe, you are still the same as before."
"I told you a long time ago that practicing is to seize the fortune of heaven and earth, and you need to keep the heart of competition at all times."
Ye Fan was also very sad about his former disciple becoming what he is now.
If he could listen to his teachings and restrain his desire to fall into the devil.
Maybe he would not have stepped into the devil's way so deeply now.
But in fact, it doesn't matter. Ye Fan now has a lot of treasures.
And the realm has also improved a lot. He is no longer the one who could only rely on sealing to solve problems before.
Now Ye Fan has many technical means to help Minghe break through.
"I want to stay with Master forever, but I can't!"
"I have committed endless killings outside, and I am afraid that returning will cause trouble to Master, so I left!"
Minghe said, tears streaming down his face.
"Get up, Lao Wu, you are my disciple, so what if you are possessed by a demon?"
"If I become a Buddha, there will be no demons in the world. If I become a demon, I will kill all Buddhas!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Minghe could no longer hold back, and knelt down in front of Ye Fan with a plop.
He said in a hoarse voice, "I, the unworthy disciple Minghe, will worship Master again after ten thousand years!"
Although they haven't seen each other for many years, Master is still the Master who loves him.
The man he regards as his father.
After hearing what Ye Fan and the others said, the whole temple was terribly quiet.
Everyone was stunned, so much so that they haven't reacted yet.
In their impression, the blood-haired man Minghe is a vicious and evil demon.
Even though he was suppressed by his own abbot, he never gave in and was extremely arrogant.
But at this moment, today, he bowed down in front of the young man in white.
And the name the blood-haired man called him made their scalps numb!
Master? !
What a terrifying existence a master of such a big demon should be.
In the temple, the little monks opened their mouths in surprise, and they could fit an egg in.
Even their eyeballs were popped out.
"Donor, it's unfortunate for your sect to have such a devilish disciple!"
The old monk put his hands together and bowed slightly, revealing a trace of solemnity in his solemn expression.
With his current strength close to that of a quasi-saint, the fate of all the creatures here is as clear as the lines on his palm.
But he couldn't see through the young man in white at all.
Under his perception, it was vast, as if billions of galaxies were not enough to describe one billionth.
"Old dog, when will it be your turn to speak nonsense here!"
When Ye Fan's eyes swept over, the world trembled, and it was so powerful that it could not be surpassed.
Swept by this gaze, the old monk's originally solemn expression became a little more intense at this moment.
