Sleeping for ten thousand years, the queen kneeled and asked me to come out of the mountain

Chapter 141 Nine Dragon Bodhi Sutra

Yang Xuan stepped on the space beast and stood in the void with a domineering aura, suppressing the world and daring not to move.

Looking at Tunlai Longkou, suddenly the Golden Immortal Sword in his hand rose into the sky.

With ten fingers moving together, the vast celestial power surged like a giant thunder, intertwined into a celestial seal at the fingertips.

"The sword reaches the sky!"

The Immortal Seal shot the Golden Immortal Sword, and it burst into white light instantly, covering hundreds of feet around, competing with the scorching sun above the sky.

Muran, the endless white lightsaber pierced the clouds and the sky, like a river hanging upside down, continuously, shooting at the golden dragon.

The giant dragon did not dodge or dodge, it actually swallowed all the white lightsabers that were shot into its stomach, and never refused to come.

A dragon's breath that was so violent that it was full of destructive breath erupted in the belly of the giant dragon, and all the white lightsabers swallowed were instantly destroyed.

"Let me see how much you can swallow?"

As the ancient supreme being, he has been signed in to the Ascension system for an unknown number of years, and no one in this world knows more immortal arts than him.

The trick just now is just a low-level mysterious method, an appetizer.

"Swallowing the Devil!"

With a sharp look in his eyes, the Heaven Swallowing Devil Kung Fu, which had not been used for a long time, was activated, and the invincible monster behind him, the Taotie, manifested.

Taotie opened his mouth, absorbing the immortal energy of thousands of miles, which transformed into a billow of immortal energy and poured into Yang Xuan's body.

"Immortal!"

The sound was like thunder, and Yang Xuan went straight up to the nine heavens, using the sky and the earth as the bow, and the wind and clouds as the strings, and a huge white light bow stretched across the sky and the earth.

Yang Xuan took the infinite celestial power swallowed by the Heaven Tunning Devil Art in his palm, and pulled the bowstring.

The moment the bowstring was released, the arrows of light transformed from endless immortal power pierced through the clouds and pierced the sun, covering the sky and covering the sun, instantly submerging the spirit of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree.

In an instant, sparks burst out, and endless arrows of light fell on the dragon, rubbing off bursts of sparks.

Yang Xuan kept using the Heaven Swallowing Demon Kungfu to absorb the immortal power of the heavens and the earth, pulling the bowstring time and time again, and the arrows rained one after another, endlessly.

Under countless impacts, the dragon scales flew across.

The giant dragon is in pain, and the dragon's cry is shocking.

Between breaths, the violent dragon's breath turned into a golden beam of light and shot up into the sky, causing the world to tremble.

The spirit of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree was comparable to the peak of Xuan Xian, Yang Xuan knew that he would have to pay a considerable price to block this blow.

But this is completely unnecessary, because there are space beasts.

Immediately, Yang Xuan drove the space beast into the void, dodged the dragon's breath attack, and reappeared tens of miles away.

Continue to repeat the old trick, using the sky and the earth as the bow, and the wind and the cloud as the string, a wave of immortal arrows rains down on the spirit of the dragon blood treasure tree.

He took out more than 39 billion treasures from the Ascension Pond, and he has plenty of dragon blood, but they are all at the level of holy dragons, which he cannot control.

Not to mention the dragon's blood, he even has the dragon soul. Once he signed in successfully, the Ascension system rewarded the soul of the nine-headed holy dragon.

Having nothing to do in the Feisheng Pond, he used the soul of the nine-headed holy dragon to refine a semi-holy artifact—the Nine Dragons Bodhi Sutra.

The dragon soul is the ink, and Bodhi is the foundation.

This is the first fairy weapon he made by himself.

Perhaps Feishengchi was also reluctant, not devouring any of the immortal artifacts he had refined.

Now, the Nine Dragons Bodhi Sutra should also come to the world, so that the world can see the divine power.

Often the fairy artifacts refined by oneself can exert the greatest power.

But it's a pity that with his current state, even if he tried his best, he couldn't activate the semi-holy weapon.

However, if there is an introduction, it will be different.

The spirit of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree is the primer, born of dragon blood, it is essentially a dragon soul.

Using the dragon soul as a guide, and then injecting endless immortal power, it will definitely be able to urge the Nine Dragons Bodhi Sutra to send out a blow.

But there is only one chance, because the spirit of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree will collapse if it does not support the second attack.

As for the power, he doesn't know, maybe even Jinxian can't bear it.

How can the power of the immortal weapon he refined be mediocre?
For them, this dragon blood treasure tree can be said to be full of treasures. The dragon blood fruits it bears can help them improve their physique and cultivation, and the dragon soul bred can also accomplish his ultimate move.

He has at least ten bottles of holy dragon-level dragon blood. As long as there is enough dragon blood, the dragon blood treasure tree will continuously produce dragon blood fruits.

With the help of this dragon's blood treasure tree, their strength will definitely get a qualitative leap.

Of course, all of this has to be based on the premise that the Nine Empresses don't destroy the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree.

Therefore, Yang Xuan hastily reminded the people below: "Don't destroy the body of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree."

"Got it!" Ren Wokuang's response came from below.

Then came Long Shao's helpless voice: "You also want us to have the strength to destroy it!"

At this moment, thousands of meters below the valley, dark and hard branches flew across, like thousands of black chains of cold iron raging, filling half of the abyss.

The nine female emperors shuttled among the thousands of branches, and the golden fairy sword actually hurt the south.

Nine geniuses who were at least at the epic level were forced into a panic by a tree at this moment.

Its soul is strong, and this body is not bad!

The nine people were also driven into a hurry, all kinds of fairy arts were released crazily, and in an instant the fairy light surged in the abyss filled with black mist, and the precious light circulated.

The fluctuations in the battle shook the Black Mist Su Canghai into huge waves, surging endlessly.

"Xuan Tianfadi. Xuanjian Wuji."

The Empress was angry, mainly because she was worried that Yang Xuan would deal with the spirit of the Dragon Blood Tree alone.

Immortal power surged all over his body, and his hands formed seals, arousing the gathering of immortal energy from heaven and earth.

In an instant, the image of Baizhang behind him evolved into a purple wooden mirror engraved with mysterious characters.

Suddenly, one of the mysterious characters flew out, and Mu Ran turned into a huge sword that traversed the world, and a violent pressure burst out, as if to flatten the abyss.

The huge sword was rampant, and the indestructible branches of the dragon's blood treasure tree were all turned into powder along the way.

Because she wanted to share the pressure for Yang Xuan, the empress had already used the unique skills in Xuantian Baojian.

For the empress, this was not a small burden, her pretty face turned pale, but it was worth it.

After a short period of shock, Ren Wokuang's eight people turned into divine rainbows one by one, and rushed to the body of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree along the path opened by the Empress.

Harvesting treasures, there is no ambiguity.

In a moment, the densely packed dragon blood fruit decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the decrease of dragon blood fruit, the dragon blood treasure tree seems to have lost its source, getting weaker and weaker, and the branches are getting harder and harder.

Being pulled, the Spirit of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree above became weaker and weaker.

Yang Xuan knew that the Empress Nine had succeeded.

"It's time to end."

A calm word, but like a jade decree from the sky, it is full of irreversible majesty.

Yang Xuan collected all kinds of fairy arts, turned into a rainbow and came above the spirit of the dragon's blood treasure tree.

Tongue shining lotus, mouth uttering the truth, the billowing immortal power turned into mysterious symbols and hit the spirit of the Dragon Blood Tree.

Every time it is hit by a talisman, the spirit of the Dragon Blood Treasure Tree becomes harder.

In the end, hundreds of sigils turned into a sky net, binding the spirit of the dragon blood tree so that it could not move.

Yang Xuan fell, and pressed his palm on the dragon's brain, the immortal power gushed out, and the vast immortal light wrapped the spirit of the dragon's blood treasure tree, and threw it into the cauldron of all things.

(End of this chapter)