Chapter 301 This is the root of suffering!

The holy prince stood high in the sky with the sky seal in his hand, domineering. Looking at Duan Fan and Bude, it's like looking at the dead.

The Holy Prince poured Zhenyuan into the sky-turning seal, and the sky-turning seal suddenly became the size of a house, with great inspiration and an extremely powerful power emanating.

Boom! The earthly seal fell heavily on Duan Fan and the immortal. All the magic weapons in front of the sky-turning seal have been ground into powder, and there is no way to stop the sky-turning seal at all.

"It's not good!"

Duan Fan secretly complained. At this time, it was too late to take back the seven-level magic tower to resist the overturning of the sky. In desperation, Duan Fan could only mobilize Zhenyuan to his right hand and bombard him with all his strength.

A fist shadow also the size of a house floated in the sky, burning the air with great power, and instantly collided with the sky-turning seal.

Boom! A shocking sound came. The space was shaken, clicked, and the magic weapon with a radius of thousands of meters was affected by the aftermath of this blow, and almost all of them were crushed to pieces.

It's just that although the sky-shaking fist is strong, it is a little worse than the sky-shaking seal.

Shaking the Sky Fist only stopped the sky-turning seal, and the sky-shaking seal was pressed by Duan Fan and the two people. Looking at the power, it seemed that Duan Fan and the two people did not disappear as fans and vowed not to give up.

"Good baby."

A touch of spirit appeared in the immortality, and when his mind moved, the immortal ruler appeared in his hand. Without thinking about it, he shouted, held the immortal ruler and rushed to the sky.

Almost instantly, click, turn the immortal ruler into countless sections, scattered between heaven and earth, rumbling! Then, the loud sound came, one punch after another, and the fierce attack turned over the sky.

At the same time, he hit a drop of blood on the sky-turning seal and actually wanted to take the opportunity to receive the sky-turning seal.

"Holy things, you also want to collect the prince's magic weapon, which is simply delusional!"

The Holy Prince was furious, and Zhenyuan's big hand suddenly slapped down and was about to take his immortal life.

When Duan Fan sees this, how can he make the Holy Prince do his best?

A flash appeared next to the immortal, attacked with a fierce and domineering punch, and abruptly took the holy prince Zhenyuan's big hand.

At the same time, Duan Fan summoned the seven-level magic tower back. Without saying a word, he held the seven-level magic tower with his hands and smashed it down fiercely at the Holy Prince.

"Look for death!"

The Holy Prince was also angry. He couldn't solve the two ants-like things. What a shame.

At present, it is necessary to mobilize the Tianyin to suppress the seven-level magic tower, but the next moment, the saint's face has become extremely red, because the connection between the saint and the sky seal has been completely lost.

"How dare you steal my prince's seal!"

The Holy Prince dodged the attack of the seven-level magic tower and glared at the immortality.

"What?" Unquenchable smile. I think this sky-turning seal is good, so you don't mind borrowing it to play, right?

Mind, of course it's a big deal!

At this time, the Holy Prince had a crazy impulse. The Tianyin was robbed by immortality, and even suffered losses in the hands of Duan Fan and immortality, which made the Holy Prince a kind of anger and almost spit blood three liters.

To be honest, since the birth of the Holy Prince, he has never encountered such aggriety battle as today.

In fact, this is also no wonder that the Holy Prince, mainly because the Duan Fan and the immortality he faced are both perverts that have been rare for tens of thousands of years.

It goes without saying that Duan Fan has the strongest body and the largest sea of true vitality in the world.

Indestructible is even more perverted. No matter how the Holy Prince fights, he can't be killed. Even if the immortal body is blown up, it won't be long before it will recover and live in front of him.

Think about it, anyone will feel aggrieved to death in the face of such two perverted guys.

Especially for an arrogant person like the Holy Prince, he has not gone crazy with anger. He has practiced well.

At this time, seven or eight people such as Haotian Shengzi slowly flew this way.

Haotian Shengzi and others smiled at the corners of their mouths and did not hide their ridicule of the Holy Prince. They stood there and did not mean to take action immediately.

Originally, if Haotian Shengzi and others do their best, how can it be Duan Fan and immortal to collapse?

From beginning to end, more than a dozen people, including Haotian Shengzi, just made a show. Their purpose is to wait for others to solve Duan Fan, and then take the opportunity to grab the immortal blood and the seven-level magic tower.

It's just that there are so many people who have such an idea that Duan Fan and Buo took advantage of the gap, which made the immortality smoothly snatch the seal from the holy prince.

On the other side!

After taking away seven or eight top magic weapons, he wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he underestimated the strength of the people present and overestimated the invisibility ability of the beautiful jacket.

Although the people present can't see the ring behind the invisible body, they can still easily detect the traces of the flight.

So, unfortunately, Yijie was surrounded by more than a dozen people.

These people are all from the sect, including Gu Yu of Huaxianzong, Fengbaiyun of Fenglingmen, Wu Junxi of Qingxumen, Wuyeyang of Taixuzong, Yin Wuxiong of Wandumen, etc.!

Although these people have almost reached the ninth level of Hualongjing, they are still inferior to the Holy Prince, so these people did not compete with the Holy Prince for the immortal blood at this time, but chose to gather treasure pots!

"Fake monk, come out, we already know your location." Gu Yu scolded coldly.

Gu Yu is the best disciple of the young generation of Huaxian Sect. He has great influence in Huaxian Sect, almost the same as Ye Haoyu who used to be in Kuntong Mountain in Donghuangzhou.

As Gu Yu's words fell, more than a dozen people all locked the opportunity. As long as they want to escape, they must be a thunderbolt.

Yijie knew that there was no way to hide his body with a beautiful jacket, and he slowly appeared. He put his hands together and looked at Gu Yu and others very solemnly, as if he did not feel that he had fallen into a desperate situation.

"Lords, why do you block the way of the poor monks?"

"Ha ha, fake monk, why do you think we should block your way?" The unrepentant sneered.

Yin Wuyi can only rank second in the young generation in the ten thousand poison sect, because there is still Yin Wuxiong in front of him, and his thousand poison tripod only integrates 1,1773 poisons, and Yin Wuxiong integrates 2,54 kinds of five poisons. The gap between the two is not small, so it is the most mentioned by others in the ten thousand poison gate. It's gloomy, and he stands aside without regret.

It is very rare for those who integrate 1,373 poisons in the thousand poison tripod. Even those elder deacons of the ten thousand poisons do not have many poisons, so the strength of the no regrets is still very strong.

"The poor monk doesn't know." Yijie shook his head as a bachelor, "The poor monk is just a monk and penniless. It's really not good for you to block the poor monk's way!"

"The bald donkey, don't be crooked there, hand over the treasure basin quickly?" Without regret, he didn't pay attention to Yijie's pretentious appearance at all and directly asked for a treasure basin.

"Oh, so you want the treasure pots of poor monks?" Take out the treasure basin from the body. If you want to gather treasures, you can tell the poor monks earlier! If you want to gather treasure pots, the poor monk will naturally give it to you. If you don't say, how did the poor monk know that you want to gather treasure pots?

" shut up." Yin Wuxiong really couldn't help nagging, shouted and glared at Yijie. Dead bald donkey, throw the treasure basin here?"

Although others did not say anything, they were obviously very angry when they looked at their gloomy faces.

"Oh, why?"

Yijie shook his head helplessly, looked compassionate, put his hands together, and proclaimed a Buddha's name. Then he said, "This treasure basin is the root of all suffering. Are you sure you want it? You have to figure it out. If you take this treasure basin, you will have endless suffering. At that time, no one can save you.

"Bcomb it!"

He didn't believe the nonsense at all. If it hadn't been for so many people present, he would have gone forward to grab it.

"All right!" Yijie sighed and really sent the treasure basin to the unrepenmented.

This time, not only was he regretless, but everyone present was a little stunned. Did Yijie, the fake monk, know that he can no longer keep the treasure basin, so he is willing to send the treasure basin out?

Well, if I had known that this fake monk was so interesting, I would have been the first to ask for it. However, there is nothing. The treasure basin falls into the hands of Yin Wuhui, and Yin Wuhui will become the target of public criticism, and the treasure basin will not last much time in his hands.

Thinking this way, no one present was the first to get the treasure basin.

However, he had no regrets, but he hesitated for a moment and wanted to reach for the treasure basin. This is an excellent opportunity to surpass Yin Wuxiong. As long as you get the treasure pot and successfully escape from the hands of the people present, Yin Wuxiong will not be able to surpass Yin Wuxiong in a long time.

Thinking about it, the unrepentant hand had touched the treasure basin, and I only felt that the tentacles were soft, like touching the white jade of sheep fat, but the next moment, an inexplicable force came out of the treasure basin.

With no regret, he didn't even react, but with a muffled hum, his head fainted and completely fainted.

Like his name, he never regrets doing things, but today, he regrets!!!

Yin Wuxiong and others stared at Yin Wuyi's action, but when they saw that Yin Wuyi just touched the treasure basin, they fainted. Everyone was shocked and couldn't help walking a few steps on their hind legs, and their faces were full of horror.

This... this treasure basin is a little too powerful!

But at this moment, a sigh came!

"The poor monk has already said that this treasure pot is the root of suffering. You don't believe it. No, suffering has begun to haunt you!"