Wonderland

Chapter 887

While Xiao Lin was thinking, Tie Xuanyi and Youquan had already moved their hands.

Tie Xuanyi held a very inconspicuous long knife in his hand, four fingers wide, and the blade was black.

Tie Xuanyi's saber technique is somewhat similar to ordinary martial arts, with one swing of the saber, dozens of shocking saber auras swept out, even Youquan, who was dressed in ghostly kung fu, had a dignified face.

There are six groups of emerald green flames floating around Youquan, which are the Youdu will-o'-the-wisps he cultivated. This Youdu will-o'-the-wisp is one of the most powerful flames in the ghost way. Soul, known as one of the three sinister flames of ghosts.

Although Tie Xuanyi was physically strong, he still didn't dare to be burned by this will-o'-the-wisp, and kept a distance from Youquan all the time under the saber aura.

The six will-o'-the-wisps around Youquan kept moving to resist the incoming saber energy, but the fight between the two didn't smell like gunpowder.

Xiao Lin has been watching carefully, he knows a lot about the ghost way skills, but he has never seen the specific power, this millennium competition is just a rare opportunity.

The battle between the two of them lasted from noon to [-] o'clock in the evening, during which Tie Xuan was surrounded by danger several times. In order to avoid the will-o'-the-wisps of Youdu in Youquan, he was even deprived of a defensive magic weapon.

Just when everyone thought that Youquan was about to win this time, Tie Xuanyi unexpectedly came to Youquan's side through some kind of mysterious magic power, tore apart the will-o'-the-wisp that protected him with a single knife, and cut it on his arm. superior.

Amidst the spray of blood, Youquan readily surrendered.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Tie Xuanyi was merciful with this knife, but Youquan did not launch a fatal blow at the last moment, otherwise the two would most likely end up with one dead and one injured.

After Tie Xuanyi won, Tian Ya directly ordered a person from the Nine Infant Blood Refining Saint Sect.

There was no suspense in this scene, Xiao Lin was really eye-opened by Tianya's various mystical powers and secret techniques, the demonic elder of the Nine Infant Blood Refining Sacred Sect was almost always suppressed and beaten by him.

In the end, under the oppression of Tianya, they directly raised their hands to admit defeat, and ended the fight.

After Tianya's victory, Yulin Zhantian couldn't help showing a smile. The Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong has already won three victories in the first round, which is already very good. If he keeps going, there is a high probability that he can win the Millennium Grand Prix this time. than No.1.

The remaining three sects have their own ideas. Up to now, only the Nine-Infant Blood Refining Saint Sect has won one game, while the West Pole Ancient Buddha Tian Sect and Beiming Youdu Tian Sect have lost one game each.

Everyone didn't know that there was a group of transparent ripples above the sky at this moment.

There were four people among the ripples, and one of them was an old monk with a haggard face and a bony face, sitting cross-legged, with a bitter face, as if the whole world owed him money.

Beside him was a big bald man. This big bald man was wearing a gray robe, which was stained with dirt and hadn't been washed for an unknown number of years.

Of the remaining two, one of them was covered in a black robe, without even revealing his face at all. He could only see two bluish auras shining in the pitch-black hat, and a faint green fluorescent light flickered all over his body.

As for the fourth person, it was an old man in his fifties with slightly white hair. If Xiao Lin saw this person, he would probably recognize him at a glance. This person was Fu Feiran, the guide on his way of cultivating immortality.

It's just that at this moment, Fu Feiran's face is not as wrinkled as it was back then, but his face is as rosy as a baby's.

Fu Feiran was smiling at the moment, looking at the bitter-faced monk, and said: "Wuxiang, how is it? Your golden lotus leaf is used to bet with the old man's Five Elements Stone. It is definitely a bargain." Yes, and you have also seen that the elder of my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong is indeed only at the stage of the late Yuanying stage, don't you even have this little confidence in your disciples?"

The bitter melon-faced monk heard the words and glanced downwards, his eyes directly penetrated the vast void and landed on Xiao Lin's body.

"Old man Fu, you are so confident, it seems that you have come prepared. The phaseless golden lotus leaves fell from the ninth-grade golden lotus, the innate spiritual treasure, and they are leftovers from the upper realm. It is also very useful, you want the Yin Wuxiang monk, right?"

The bald man next to him said with a mocking expression on his face.

"The five-element stone in Fu Laoer's hands can be used to refine five-element treasures, and it is also an excellent treasure that can resist the five-color thunder in the Great Tribulation of Transforming Gods. Speaking of which, I am willing to spend the capital on this gambling fight."

A sinister voice sounded from the black robe.

"Hey, don't worry, Master Wuxiang won't refuse. The five-element stone can indeed refine treasures that can resist five-color thunder, but for Master Wuxiang, it is even more important. If Fu remembers correctly, Master Wuxiang Are you refining and imitating the fairy treasure five-color heart lotus?"

The bitter melon-faced monk heard the words, but showed a surprised expression, looking at Fu Feiran: "The news of the benefactor Fu is really well-informed, even the old monk wants to refine the five-color heart lotus."

When the bald man heard the words, his face showed shock: "Where did Master Wuxiang get this quasi-immortal treasure's refining method?"

"Master Wuxiang really has a great opportunity. He can even obtain the refining method of the quasi-immortal treasure. As long as he refines this quasi-immortal treasure, he may be able to re-enter that place based on this, find the treasure, and enter the future. The mid-stage transformation into gods is just around the corner."

The bitter melon-faced monk heard the words, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Benefactor Zhuo is serious. Although I have obtained the craft of refining imitation fairy treasures, it is extremely difficult to refine them. Entering that place is a narrow escape."

Two strands of green light shot out from the black hat of the man in black robe, and he said sinisterly: "Immortal treasure is a magic weapon that is rarely seen by monks in the spirit world. It is rumored that it is divided into nine levels, and there are quasi-celestial weapons on top of it." I don't know what rank of fairy treasure the five-color heart lotus imitated by the master is."

"Naturally, it is the first level. The most important function of the five-color heart lotus is to be able to concentrate and meditate, and to abandon external interference. When it comes to attack, it is the weakest one."

"Could it be that there is really an immortal treasure in that place? The master is really lucky. I wonder if I can share the refining process of this quasi-immortal treasure. Of course, I won't let the master suffer. This piece of dark blood Jing, as an exchange, how about it?" The bald man also looked at Monk Wuxiang and said.

Bitter Gourd Monk felt the unkind eyes of several people, and his heart sank. At the same time, he also greeted Fu Feiran's ancestors in his heart. Although he is a cultivator of transforming spirits, if he faces three people at the same time, there is nothing he can do. .

But it is a bit unwilling for him to disclose the refining method of the imitation fairy treasure.

"That's right, Master Wuxiang, don't be stingy, let me take care of it after making it public, and the master should also know that although this five-color heart lotus is a first-order fairy treasure, it is comparable to the innate spirit treasure in our mortal world. Treasures, but in the spirit world, they are nothing? We just look up and have no other purpose."

"What Brother Fu said is true." The black-robed man's sinister voice also sounded at the same time.

The bitter-melon-faced monk heard the words, and his face became more and more sad. He knew that he seemed to have no reason to refuse, and after thinking for a while, he said to the man in black: "Since the three of you have said so, I will definitely not refuse." The reason is that I have a condition."

"Master, just say it." Fu Feiran was overjoyed when he heard the loose words from the monk's mouth.

"The gambling between the old monk and the benefactor still counts. If the bitter cause loses, the golden lotus leaf in the old man's hand will naturally belong to the benefactor, but the five-color stone in the hand of the benefactor will still belong to the old man. In exchange, the five-color heart of imitation fairy treasure Lian's price."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the bald man again, and said, "Lord Wan Poison Demon, the dark blood crystal in your hand is indeed precious and rare, but it is still not enough. You need to add a bottle of your Wan Poison Golden Toad Liquid." .”

"Well, you old monk, you know how a lion can open its mouth. It would take at least 300 years for me to collect a bottle of this Ten Thousand Poison Golden Toad Liquid, but I agreed."

Immediately afterwards, Wuxiang looked at the man in black again, but remained silent.

After thinking for a moment, the man in black stretched out his right hand, revealing a square spar of emerald green color.

"This Nether Crystal, do you think it's enough?"

Monk Wuxiang's eyes lit up, and the previous distressed expression was swept away, and a smile appeared on his face: "Such a big Nether Crystal is naturally enough."

"Okay, since you have obtained what you want, Monk Wuxiang, then Fu has also agreed, no matter whether you win or lose this bet, this Five Elements Stone will belong to you."

Monk Wuxiang heard the words, no longer hesitated, took out three pieces of jade slips from his bosom, and threw them to the three of them casually.

Four people are doing business here.

Down below it was Xiao Lin's turn, Xiao Lin walked to the front, pointed at Monk Ku Yin from a distance without thinking, and said, "Xiao will choose Master Ku Yin, and please be merciful, Master."

Monk Kuyin was taken aback when he heard the words, he never expected that someone would challenge him in the first round.

Monk Kuyin was born as a disciple of the Tianzong of the Ancient Buddha of the Western Extremes. He is very talented. He has cultivated to the golden body of Buddha Lotus Bodhisattva in just over 500 years. Even Xiao Lin is not as good as him.

Originally, he thought that in the first round, he would only choose one person at random to challenge.

What he didn't expect was that this young-looking cultivator surnamed Xiao from the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong took the initiative to challenge himself, which really surprised him.

The reason why Xiao Lin chose Monk Kuyin in the first round was also after careful consideration. If he did not challenge Kuyin in the first round, then in the second round, according to the rules, it would be the No. The Tianzong of the Extreme Ancient Buddha gave priority to appointing candidates, so if Kuyin appointed the other three, then the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong was doomed to lose one point.

Besides, I have already been appointed to fight the cause of suffering, and I have already agreed, so naturally I don't need to put it in the back, if I lose, it can be regarded as the completion of the task, and I don't need to participate in the next gambling fight.

If he wins, he will directly give Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong a strong opponent.

With a slight flash of Xiao Lin's figure, he swept across the void and directly appeared in the arena.

Ku Yin uttered the Buddha's name, then turned into a golden light, shot into the arena, and stood hundreds of feet away from Xiao Lin.

"Senior Brother Yulin, can Xiao Lin really overcome the cause of suffering?"

"In the late Yuanying period, no matter how strong the combat power is, it can't resist the spiritual attack of the Buddha cultivator at the peak of the Prajna Realm, and the Buddha Sect is good at the cultivation of spiritual consciousness. In this respect, our Immortal Dao Sect is not as good. This Xiao I'm afraid it will be very difficult for the younger brother to win."

"The Great Cultivator and us in the late Nascent Soul stage seem to be only one realm apart, but they are actually very different. I heard that a certain late-stage monk fought against the Great Cultivator and escaped successfully, but I have never heard of anyone who was able to defeat the Great Cultivator with a late-stage stage. Great monk."

When Yu Lin Zhan Tian heard the words, he also had a bit of hesitation on his face. He was also told by Uncle Fu to let Xiao Lin fight against Ku Yin. In fact, he didn't have much confidence in Xiao Lin. After all, there was a big difference in realm. Even if he wants to defeat Ku Yin, it will take a lot of effort.

Although he didn't dare to question Fu Feiran's decision, he didn't have much hope.

Xiao Lin looked at Monk Kuyin not far away, with a serious expression on his face, this hole was dug for him by Fu Feiran, and now he can only step on it without hesitation.

Thinking of this, with a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeve robe, all one hundred and eight Qingluan ice swords were released densely, and for a while, sword lights danced all over the sky around Xiao Lin.

Seeing this scene, Song Qing, Tie Xuanyi, and Tian Ya all showed surprised expressions.

As high-ranking Yuanying monks, seeing Xiao Lin sacrifice hundreds of flying swords at once, they naturally understood that Xiao Lin's power of consciousness had reached a level that they were far beyond their reach.

Generally, a monk in the late stage of the Nascent Soul can drive fifty or sixty flying swords at the same time, which has basically reached the limit. The sword already shows that Xiao Lin's spiritual power is not inferior to that of ordinary great monks.

Even Yulin Zhantian showed an expression of admiration, inexplicably having confidence in Xiao Lin in his heart.

"Amitabha, the donor has such a strong mind."

"Xiao is overestimated, and please be merciful, Master." Xiao Lin pointed with one hand, and the [-] Qingluan ice swords suddenly made a burst of phoenix cries, resounding through the void, and then converged into a river of swords. Shoot towards Monk Kuyin.

Monk Kuyin clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then a large piece of golden light erupted from his body, and these golden lights directly gathered into a golden body of Buddha, wrapping it inside.

"Qing, clang, clang~" The ear-piercing sound of collisions was endless, and the Qingluan ice swords all over the sky attacked the golden body, and were immediately knocked out. The monk beheaded, so it can be said that the attacks are endless.

Naturally, Xiao Lin never thought that with the normal attack of [-] Qingluan ice swords, he would be able to defeat the monk Kuyin, but he just used up the Buddha power in his body first.

After attacking for a while, Monk Kuyin couldn't hold back at first, with a wave of his sleeve robe, a huge palm print flew out, Xiao Lin's face changed when he saw this palm print.

He is no stranger to these palm prints. When he broke into the Tianzong of the ancient Western Buddha, he was shocked by this palm print and hurt his soul.

Xiao Lin didn't know that this palm print was the palm of Ananda, the ancient practice of the Tianzong of the Western Pole Buddha.

(End of this chapter)