Chapter 202: After falling into the racial bag, Da Luo’s life expectancy! "Fellow Daoist, you have a fate with me. Can you borrow me to use me for a while?" Yang Xuan looked at the metropolis bag above, with a smear hanging on the corner of his mouth. A faint smile.
He was not just talking about it casually. There were many gaps left when he was refining his natal spiritual treasure.
For example, the abacus beads of Tianyan abacus, the chips of the causal weighing instrument, and the same is true for the lucky treasure bag.
Originally, he thought that in the future, he would refine some spiritual treasures that he collected and stored in them to enhance the power of the lucky treasure bag.
When seeing Maitreya’s race bag today, Yang Xuan had a better choice.
Among the five natal spiritual treasures refined by Yang Xuan, the Nafu Treasure Bag has the lowest presence.
Especially after practicing the great power of Qiankun in his sleeve, he didn't even use the treasure bag to store his belongings.
If you can get a race bag today and refine it into the lucky treasure bag, perhaps the lucky treasure bag will be greatly improved like the fate account book.
The Nafu Baobao will no longer be as present as before, without any sense of existence.
Other side.
Qingluan was about to open his mouth and spit out the spiritual treasure given to her by Queen Mother of the West to make the final resistance.
But when he heard Yang Xuan's words, he couldn't help but pause slightly. Thinking of the scene that happened in the sea of blood more than 300,000 years ago, a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes.
At that time, when the lustful heaven came to find trouble, he suffered in Bixiao's hands and planned to escape with the characteristics of the sea of blood, Yang Xuan used a strange magical power to cooperate with a special one The spiritual treasure seized the half of the ghost gate.
What Yang Xuan said before taking action was very similar to what he is now. Did he say...
This made Qingluan look more and more expectant.
"Since the Great Heavenly Lord can 'borrow' the ghost gate of the lustful heaven and turn it into the ghost gate of the underworld today, can we also 'borrow' the human race bag of Maitreya?"
< br>"If he doesn't have this human race bag, he can't stop me!"
Although Qingluan himself felt incredible, after all, Yang Xuan is just Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Maitreya is Daluo Golden Immortal.
He is even the most promising person in Western Buddhism to achieve quasi-sainthood, and his strength is far beyond the reach of Daluo of the same level.
But the scene more than 300,000 years ago was too strange. In Qingluan's impression, Yang Xuan is synonymous with "incredible and extraordinary". "Maybe this time, the Great Heavenly Lord can also create a miracle!" Qingluan's eyes flashed, his magic power surged all over his body, ready to go, waiting for the best time to escape.
Don’t look at Qingluan’s brainless appearance when eating, she also has various unique hobbies of stealing spiritual fruits.
But after all, she is a Daluo Golden Immortal, so how could she really have no brains? It’s just because of the great way I practiced and my own personality that I have shown this!
In contrast to Qingluan's expectations, Maitreya was slightly stunned and disdained. "Is there any fate with you? I didn't expect that fellow Taoist is still such a wonderful person."
This is the first time he has seen Maitreya's knowledgeable and so novel way of begging for mercy.
In his opinion, Yang Xuan's words were just begging for mercy.
"Since Yang Xuan intends to show weakness, I will give him a step!" Maitreya's face was bright, and the suction force of the race bag was reduced a little.
"If fellow Taoists are willing to join my Western religion, you and I will become my brothers. I am a racial bag of my fellow Taoists, it is not impossible to lend it to fellow Taoists for a period of time!"
"Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand!" Yang Xuan shook his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more meaningful.
"My devil means that the racial bag of fellow Taoists is destined to be with me, and I should use it for a while, rather than being destined to be with the Western religion. I have no idea of joining the Western religion!"
As soon as these words came out, Maitreya's bright smile on his face for many years suddenly became a little stiff, and anger appeared in his eyes.
If Yang Xuan’s statement is not showing weakness, wouldn’t it be a pause for him?
For a long time, all living beings and spiritual objects in the prehistoric world have a fate with Western religions. How have Western spiritual treasures and other living beings have a fate with Western religions?
"Hmph! Fellow Daoist's words are really ridiculous!"
"I am a race bag, which is made by me who consumes a large number of noble spiritual objects. I will be sacrificing it for many years. It can be said that I am a life-long exchange with me."
"Fellow Taoist said Look, how can I be destined to be with you in this racial bag? "
However, as soon as Maitreya finished speaking, he suddenly saw a golden wheel of merit emerge from behind Yang Xuan's head, releasing the dazzling purple gold The color light illuminates this world.
Looking at the golden wheel of merit behind Yang Xuan's head, the fat on Maitreya's face trembled slightly, and his face became stiff again.
A such a huge golden wheel of merit has absolutely a lot of merits, and there are also some great merits.
If he could, he really didn't want to be evil with Yang Xuan, but he had to listen to the orders of the two Western saints.
"Entering our Western religion is a great opportunity for him. As long as he reaches Mount Sumeru, he will definitely not hold a grudge against me, and there will be no cause and effect."
" The sudden change will happen, take it away first! "
The golden wheel of merit behind Yang Xuan's mind made Maitreya hesitate for a brief period, but if he was attracted by the two Western saints, his mind and nature were naturally good. A decision was made soon.
The magic power on Maitreya was no longer retained, and it poured into the race bag like a flood that broke the dam, urging with all his strength to return this top-quality acquired spiritual treasure, hoping to take Yang Xuan and Qingluan away together. .
clang--!
But at this moment, a crisp sound came.
If someone opens his eyes at this time, he can see that the merit behind Yang Xuan's head enters, there is a golden copper coin with round outside and square inside, with white wings, falling into the balance of cause and effect Sink it on the weighing plate on the left side of the instrument. "Not good!" Maitreya felt a hint of uneasiness in his heart, and Lingjue was crazy warning, asking him to take back the race bag as soon as possible.
However, when the "clang" sound came and the money of Luobao fell on the causal weighing meter, no matter how Maitreya did, it could not change the result.
When Maitreya felt uneasy and looked up, it turned into a racial bag of tens of thousands of feet in size, which had disappeared at this time.
What's even more terrifying is that Maitreya was frightened to find that he could not sense the existence of the race bag, just as if he had never owned the most acquired spiritual treasure of the race bag! "How is this possible?!!" Maitreya was shocked and looked unbelievable.
This human race bag was consumed by a large number of precious spiritual objects and took several yuan of time to refine it, and it was put into spiritual bodies for many years. How could it be gone if it was gone?
"Is it a special spatial magic that temporarily blocked my perception of the race bag?"
Just when Maitreya was confused, Yang Xuan had a new move on his side. .
He knew very well that Maitreya had a high level of cultivation. Even if he "borrowed" the other party's racial bag, he could not be his opponent, even if Qingluan was included.
In addition, when Maitreya first appeared, he blinded the secrets of heaven here. Even if he shouted to his throat, Haotian and Queen Mother could not sense it.
Unless you are calling out the name of Houtu, it is impossible to repel Maitreya.
Only the trump card of Houtu, Yang Xuan was still planning to keep guard against the two Western saints. It would be too wasteful if it was used on Maitreya. The best choice now is to evacuate first. As long as you leave this place where the secrets of heaven are blinded, you will be considered safe and worry-free.
Of course, Yang Xuan couldn't just let it go for this matter today. He didn't have the habit of not fighting back when he was beaten.
He didn't even need to do anything extra. As long as he told what happened today, the dragon clan, human clan and witch clan Daluo would set off to find Maitreya to discuss the truth.
Without Yang Xuan, there would be no Jiuzhou today.
Without Yang Xuan, the dragon clan would not be able to eliminate so much karma.
Without Yang Xuan, the underworld would not have appeared so early.
The dragon clan, human clan and witch clan owed Yang Xuan a great favor. How could they miss such a rare opportunity to repay?
These are all later stories. The most urgent task now is to get out as soon as possible.
Yang Xuan did not delay at all, and used the money and merits of the treasure as bargaining chips, and used the Yibao Divine Decision to activate the causal weighing qualities, and "borrowed" Maitreya's race bag.
He took advantage of the other party's shock and took out a dark book and an equally dark brush.
At the same time, a dark golden wheel of Yinde appeared behind his head, superimposed with the golden wheel of merit in the form of a concentric circle.
Strands of dark Yinde clear air flow out from it, blessing on the book and brush.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The surrounding area of millions of miles also became dark at this time, and endless dead energy emerged from the void, and the power of the Tao was coming here.
Under the cover of countless black gas, Yang Xuan seemed to have an extra black robe on his body.
"The prehistoric creatures have a life span!"
Yang Xuan's expression was calm, and his voice was heard here without any emotion.
As the words fell, the book of Life and Death automatically turned on without wind, "swish, swish, swish, swish, swish," and the name of Maitreya appeared on the dark pages, but there was no birth date or life span.
Immediately afterwards.
Yang Xuan held the judge's pen in his hand, and his pen was like a dragon and a snake. He wrote four scarlet words "The life is over" under the two words Maitreya.
"Puchi--!"
Maitreya was thinking about how to regain the race bag, but the next moment he felt as if he was suffering a severe injury, vomiting blood in his mouth, and his breath suddenly became listless.
Although he is a Daluo Golden Immortal, he has no life span.
But the fate account book is the best innate spiritual treasure. Even if Yang Xuan only uses the candle to shine on the clone projected by the heavens, he can only use some of his power. By surprise, coupled with the blessing of the yin virtue and clear energy, Maitreya will also be able to win. trick.
At this time, he was frightened to find that he should have no illness or disaster, and the concept of life span appeared in the Taoist body that he had long-lasting vision.
And this sudden life span is decreasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the vitality in his body is rapidly decreasing.
Strands of dark dead aura were rapidly growing in his body, filling his Taoist body and soul.
If this continues, both his body and soul will be cut off from life and death!
When practicing Taoism, what you practice is to live forever, without illness or disaster.
Now, as a Daluo Golden Immortal, Maitreya suddenly had the concept of life span, and his vitality was still dissipating rapidly. No matter how firm his heart was in Taoism, his face changed drastically and he was extremely frightened.
He hurriedly mobilized his magic power to resist the dead energy that grew in his body, and a cloud of celebrating appeared above his head, and the three flowers gathered together to eliminate the concept of longevity.
For a moment, he didn't even have the intention to take back the race bag. As for Yang Xuan, he was even less indifferent to attention.
This is exactly the result Yang Xuan wanted. Qingluan also understood that the time was rare. If he missed this opportunity, even if Yang Xuan "borrowed" Maitreya's race bag, they would be unable to escape.
"Chirp—!"
Qingluan let out a crisp cry, her magic power surged all over her body, and a special blue Taoist pattern appeared on her wings.
As her wings flapped, the space around her seemed to be condensed, returning to normal like the melting of ice and snow.
Immediately afterwards.
Qingluan flapped her wings again, and her figure disappeared and flew billions of miles away.
"Don't want to leave!"
At this time, Maitreya had already suppressed the growing dead energy in his body, and the concept of life span that appeared because of the fate account book was also eliminated by him.
Looking at Qingluan who had already gone away, he was furious.
He has been in the prehistoric world for many years, but he has never suffered such a loss, but he is still defeated by the hands of a Taiyi Jinxian.
If Yang Xuan was just letting him run away like this, not only would he be embarrassed, but even the Western religion would have to be damaged by his majesty.
Without any hesitation, Maitreya immediately activated his magical powers, transformed into a golden hand, and slapped it at Qingluan.
Boom-!
Before the golden giant hand fell, the sea of blood below could not withstand the pressure, and a huge handprint that was hundreds of miles long appeared.
Qingluan even felt that the space around her seemed to be condensed, and the speed of flying had obviously slowed down more than one level.
This is still her unique magical power, which has a miraculous effect on breaking the formation and shuttle through space. Otherwise, if it were other Da Luo who had the same cultivation level, he would be unable to move at this time, so he could only look at the giant hand fall.
"It's really difficult to deal with as a disciple of a saint." Yang Xuan sighed in his heart, but he was not too worried.
With the attack of the fate account book, they had already left the area blinded by heaven. Even if Maitreya catches up, he can shake Haotian and the Queen Mother over.
However, as she was about to escape, Yang Xuan had no intention of letting Haotian and Queen Mother come to help.
Maitreya is a disciple of the Western Sect after all. Even if he shakes Haotian and Queen Mother, he will only drive Maitreya away in the end. This is not the result Yang Xuan wants.
Moreover, through the years of fighting against Daluo, Yang Xuan was also rich in fighting skills. In this situation, he was sure to get out of here.
A purple Holy Devil Golden Wheel appeared again behind his head. The rule rule ruler was shrouded in the hazy purple air, falling from the Holy Devil Golden Wheel and falling into Yang Xuan's hands.
"Stay!"
As Yang Xuan waved the rule ruler, the power of heaven and earth that was equivalent to a small world around him was mobilized and blessed on him, making his words In this area, it is like a fairy in his mouth.
The golden giant hand, which was originally amazing, paused for a moment at this time. The surrounding spiritual energy resumed flowing, and the sea water below surging again.
When the golden giant hand fell again, it slapped heavily into the sea of blood, killing countless dead souls and blood creatures, and even many Asura tribes died tragically.
However, Qingluan's figure had disappeared, and only Yang Xuan's chuckle came from afar.
"Fellow Taoist's kindness to borrow treasures, I will remember it in my heart and will return it in the future!"
(The end of this chapter)