This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 106 Five Aggregates
The apricot-yellow flag is an innate spiritual treasure. Ordinary quasi-sages may not be able to come up with two pieces. Why do some quasi-sages who search for them keep getting stuck in the early stage of quasi-sages?

Isn't there no innate spirit treasure?

"Evil beast, when did you steal the innate treasure of this demon god?" The demon god sucked the dark cloud into his belly, his eyes showed greed. He was stuck in the realm of Da Luo's perfection for ten thousand years .

Today I saw Huanglong holding the apricot-yellow flag.

How can you not be tempted.

"I understand that it is not easy for you to cultivate your mind. If you can hand over the apricot and yellow flags, I will let you go." The Five-Aggregation Demon God has horns on his head, and his eyes are empty, even his mouth.

Also stitched with black thread.

Make a buzzing sound.

Let Huanglong wince!
Greed, resentment, and the five aggregates are all ignorance.

It turned out to be the five-knowledge demon god under Luohu, pretending to be a ghost, Huanglong thought he had met the best among Wutian and other demon gods, but it turned out to be the lowest demon god.

Xinghuangqi, with unparalleled innate defense, can be included in the top five of heaven and earth spirit treasures only based on defense.

How could it be compared to a demon god who practiced the five aggregates.

call!
Huanglong walked out of the darkness and came behind the Five-Aggregates Demon God. With a fishing drum in his hand, he uttered bursts of Sanskrit sounds. The so-called mutual generation and mutual restraint, since he is the Five-Aggregates Demon God, will naturally be restrained by Buddhist magical powers.

"What are you doing?"

The Five Aggregates Demon God turned around, and a pair of greedy black holes grabbed towards Huanglong. A ray of mysterious golden light fell, directly blocking the Five Aggregates Demon God from the outside, with no choice.

Xiantian Lingbao is not a common thing.

Most of Huanglong's possessions are spirit treasures bestowed on him by Yuanshi.

Even if it is taken by a mortal, he can escape in Da Luo's hands. Huanglong's panic before, to put it bluntly, is still not good enough, and he has not experienced any major battles.

Only then was he bewildered by the destructive scene created by the Five Aggregates Demon God.

Fear is the poison of the mind that a monk should not have. Although Huang Long is usually stubborn, he is not afraid to escape, but is not good at fighting in front of others.

But if you make a move.

No grass will grow!

Among the Conferred Gods, even a mortal Jiang Ziya, who was bestowed by Yuanshi with the protection of the innate spirit treasure, can escape from the sky under the Hunyuan Jindou of Empress Yunxiao, Kong Xuan's five-color magical powers.

There is nothing Jiang Ziya can do about it.

You can see the power of Lingbao.

Even if the twelve golden immortals met Hunyuan Jindou and five-color divine light, they were all defeated, and the three flowers on top were eliminated one after another.

You can see the preciousness of the congenital spirit treasure.

After Huanglong realized it, what was it that his luck fell, and his teeth were blocked after drinking cold water, it was just that his previous performance was too dependent on Yuanshi, even if he was in a dangerous situation.

Will also think about being rescued by Yuan Shi.

At the last time, it can also be reincarnated and rebuilt, and gods can be enshrined in heaven.

Only then will he develop the character of running away.

Haha
Huang Long suddenly realized that if he found a cave and practiced properly for a thousand years, his cultivation would go one step further, and he would completely step into the realm of the middle period of Da Luo.

look back.

When looking at the Five Aggregates Demon God.

The eyes are full of light.

"If you haven't handed over this treasure to me quickly, don't you want me to do it myself." Wuyun Demon God sternly shouted at Huanglong.

"Wishful thinking, five aggregates demon god, you should know the power of the innate spirit treasure. If I insist on leaving, you will not be able to keep me, and you may be hurt by me. Please don't make mistakes and leave quickly. "

Since eating soft is afraid of hard.

Then why should Huang Long be polite to him.

"Evil animal, you are just a mere earth dragon, yet you dare to bark your teeth in front of me." Hearing Huanglong's words, the Five Aggregates Demon God's face flushed and he was furious.

Consciously, this is a great shame in his life.

In the Demon Realm, because of his low cultivation, he was scolded by quasi-sages like a pig and dog, and all the dirty work was his, even this time, the demon god who was swallowed by Kunpeng.

It's just the offspring of Chijiao.

But because he was afraid of meeting the monks who exorcised demons and defended the Tao, and the bald donkeys from Lingshan, he was asked to come out to play the striker.

But when he saw Huanglong.

Especially the apricot-yellow flag in his hand.

He knew his chance had come.

Huanglong's face was flat, and he didn't care about the sternness and greed of the Five Aggregates Demon God. As a traveler, he had seen too much greed, hatred and ignorance.

Rolling in the world of mortals.

How many people are sometimes sad and sometimes happy.
People's emotions are not the same.

The same is true for Demon God.

In the eyes of the Five Aggregates Demon God, he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but he was sharpening his knife, waiting for the Five Aggregates Demon God to show his flaws.

Eliminate demons and defend the way!

But there is a heavenly merit descending.

Think differently.

In the eyes of the Five Aggregates Demon God, perhaps tempting a deity to fall, is also a merit to the Demon Realm, with different thinking and different filial masters.

One: Heaven.

One: Rahu Demon Realm.

It's the yin and yang of things.

Huanglong didn't want to understand the twists and turns, but he knew that if he was strong, the demon clan could easily kill melons and vegetables, not to mention the golden lantern of Qingyun on his head.

The bloody evil that filled the sky.

In his eyes, there is no threat at all.

Could it be possible to give him to Ga Yaozi with the bloody aura?

The Five Aggregates Demon God, seeing himself being directly killed by the Huanglong wizard, felt even more angry than ever before, and stepped out with a single step, terrifying turbidity lingered in the split space.

Boiling.

Among the blood pillars reaching the sky.

Thousands of demon gods roared and roared, the sky shook, and the void collapsed, filled with endless demonic energy.

The body of a demon god.

Drill out of the blood column.

Repair as the bottom.

Before they got close to Huanglong, they were completely melted by the light of merit and virtue emitted by his Qingyun golden lamp, and before they could scream, they turned into the energy of the five aggregates one by one.

Form aggregate, feeling aggregate, perception aggregate, formation aggregate, consciousness aggregate.

Except for the first one, which is a specific enchanting demon god, the rest are to deprive people of the five senses, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.But after all, Huanglong is also a cultivation base of the Da Luo realm.

How can it be compared to a group of demon gods whose cultivation base is not as high as Taiyi.

The enchanting witch turned into streaks of smoke, and on top of Huanglong's head, turned into a god-killing knife.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Huang Long looked at the Zhanshen Dao, but didn't pay attention to it.

The pink skull, a hundred years is nothing more than a handful of muddy pictures, although each of the prehistoric fairies is as beautiful as a flower, but as a time traveler, Huanglong's last life, that woman.

Not a makeup whiz.

Outside the house, inside the house, but two faces.

A mere celestial demon.

But the heart of the reflection.

How could it have any influence on Huanglong.

Beheaded.

Unperturbed.

No matter how desperately the five-aggregation demon god drives, the supernatural powers cannot shake the apricot-yellow flag in Huanglong's hand.

Blossoming golden lotus.

Nothing moved.

Like a breeze blowing, stones fall into the sea, without any waves.

To put it in layman's terms: The way of killing the gods is more like winking at a blind man, with a knife on the head of the color word, and killing people who are deeply in the emotional vortex. Love is difficult, but it is for Huanglong.

For practitioners who are dedicated to the Tao.

Without any waves.

Not to mention the back of the pink skull.

Who knows if he has a heart of snakes and scorpions, once bitten by a snake, he is afraid of well ropes for ten years.

(End of this chapter)