Journey To the West: Help Styx Strengthen the Abi Sword at the Start

Before Yang Mei and Hongjun spoke, the gods who watched the strengthening process began to cheer.

This is simply more enjoyable than their own strengthening.

The tense atmosphere and the joy after success made them deeply fascinated.

"Friend Yangmei, congratulations!" Hongjun congratulated!

Ye Fan also nodded at this moment. This Yang Mei is also a giant in his own world, the world master, who has such a bad luck in the past.

Yang Mei looked at the more mysterious chessboard in his hand with love, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes: "Okay, I will strengthen it here, Daoist Hongjun, you try?"

Hongjun shook his head and said, "No, I have strengthened it before."

He continued: "Do you want to go to the second floor to see?"

Yang Mei smiled and said, "That's natural."

The first layer is so mysterious and gave him such a big surprise, isn't the second layer even more powerful?

Ye Fan concealed the void and looked to the second floor.

People turned the roulette in full swing, some were flushed and cheered, and some thumped their chests and feet, as if they were all in vain!

The atmosphere of the entire second floor can be described in one sentence, that is, not listening to off-site affairs and focusing on the roulette wheel.

Suddenly, a harsh reminder sounded.

"Ding, congratulations on getting the grand purple qi, please pay attention to check it!"

The whole hall was quiet, and only the breath of each fairy **** was clearly conveyed.

"Who? Who said it?"

"Is it hallucinations?"

"Is this a tone? It should be!"

Someone said hesitantly with unbelievable faces.

"I heard it too!"

"There is absolutely nothing wrong, I heard it too!"

Everyone was looking for this unusually eye-catching reminder to see who it was that they did what they thought was impossible!

At this moment, Emperor Ziwei and Emperor Gouchen, standing in the corner of the second floor of the Casting Temple, looked at the great immortal who claimed to be a Bodhi Taoist stupidly.

"He, he, he, he..." Gou Chen stammered a little excitedly!

The emperor Ziwei swallowed, and took the words: "He actually got the purple air!"

The Taoist Bodhi trembled, and his robe couldn't help shaking. He bent down and looked at the misty purple air, his face was mixed, and his eyes were soaked with tears.

He was about to give up just now. This was the one and one hundred and one time he had turned the Taixu Roulette.

If the purple energy can't come out, he won't be extravagant anymore, because his own world power has been consumed by him, and there is a fault in the energy.

If he goes out from here under the condition of excessive consumption, he doesn't have to wait for the quasi to lift his hands, he might just fall apart.

But now, he has to thank for casting the temple.

Give him hope of rebirth, let him become a saint directly.

This is definitely the grace of regeneration.

"Is it him?" The Buddhism and Bodhisattvas on the second floor exchanged their eyes several times. Some people went directly to the third floor. They wanted to inform the quasi-Thi Buddha that your benevolent corpse was going to be sanctified.

"Congratulations to the saint!" Someone took the lead and started to congratulate!

The Bodhi Taoist cleaned up his emotions, arched his hands towards the surroundings, and began to refine the grand and purple energy on the spot!

If this is not the case, then the red cloud is a lesson from the past.

And this scene was hit by Hongjun and Yang Mei, who had just gone to the second floor.

Yang Mei looked at the Taoist Bodhi in horror, and said, "Daoist Hongjun, now, you are going to have a saint from the Three Realms again!"

"But this is the first time I have seen Pian Dao. It is incredible that Hongmeng Ziqi can appear from this roulette, it is incredible!"

Yang Mei murmured to herself.

Although Yang Mei is a creation god, there is no saint in his world.

He always wanted to find the reason, but he didn't have a clue and was completely puzzled.

He even thought, is it because he did not die, so is there a saint born?

But now, look at the prehistoric world.

The saint was born under his nose.

It really makes people feel envy, jealousy and hatred!

Hongjun looked at Subudi who was refining the grand purple qi with a look of stunned expression, and said, "The good corpse of Zhunti? Why did he come here?"

"In that case, would Zhunti have two holy places?"

Nezha next to him whispered: "Taozu, Subhuti has already separated from the Zhunti saint. He now exists independently."

He went on to add: "It's also a pill from Taixu Roulette!"

Dao Ancestor blinked his eyes: "Okay, okay, in this case, I will have seven saints!"

There are more saints, and even if the world of demons strikes, they have the power to fight.

Yang Mei looked at the immortal gods on the second floor with a complicated expression. The people here were obviously more powerful than the people on the first floor.

Most of the people here are Da Luo Jinxian, and there are even a few quasi-sages.

It seems that he still has a long way to go.

The third floor at this time.

Zhunti and Xiuying looked at the Manjushri who came up with shocked faces. They suspected that they had received false news.

"What you said is true?"

"Na Hongmeng Purple Qi was really obtained by Subhuti?"