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

Hongjun's voice was neither salty nor weak, but it floated out of the Purple Cloud Palace like a thunder in his ears.

After probing Hongjun's reaction, Tongtian didn't dare to be presumptuous, no matter how he was his mentor.

Honestly put away the +10 Zhuxian Sword, and walked into the Zixiao Palace respectfully.

"Disciple Tongtian, I have seen the teacher!"

Tongtian bowed in a salute.

"Huh! Tongtian, why are you presumptuous outside Zixiao Palace today?"

Hongjun snorted coldly, and then an invisible coercion of the great road struck him, and he pressed it against the Master Tongtian.

"The disciples dare not!"

Tongtian hurriedly explained, lest he irritated Hongjun, which would be counterproductive.

After speaking, he shook his body, completely immune to the interference and influence of the coercion of the great highway.

Are you kidding me?

Comparing this drizzle with the coercion of the main road in the temple building, it is simply a drop in the bucket!

I have Chaos Lingbao by my body, so I am naturally immune to it all!

Build a temple!

Always drop God!

Hongjun was confused again.

What kind of chance did this kid get?

How fast is the strength improvement?

Pinching fingertips and counting, but nothing.

After letting out his divine mind, he sensed the chaotic aura of +10 Zhuxian Sword on the Master Tongtian, and he couldn't help being shocked!

How can it be!

After enshrining the gods and weighing the calamity, the chaos has already collapsed to the end, how could there be a new chaotic spirit treasure in this world?

"Sit down!"

With a sigh, Hongjun nodded at Tongtian.

"Being a teacher has always treated you well. It's just that in the past, it's just a matter of days. Now that it has been so many years, why do you have to worry about it and become your own demon?"

Looking at the paranoid Tongtian in front of him, a touch of affection flashed in Hongjun's eyes.

"Tongtian doesn't blame the teacher for what happened back then."

"I came here today to beg the teacher for one thing."

The Lord Tongtian naturally knew Hongjun's love for him, and his words were full of respect.

"Oh? Tell me what's the matter?"

Hongjun didn't expect that Master Tongtian would suddenly let go, and he was also interested for a while.

"Please also ask the teacher to agree that I will set up the Tribulation Education again, and reproduce the scene of the past ten thousand immortals!"

After saying this, the Lord Tongtian respectfully knelt down in front of Hongjun, full of sincerity.

"The Jiejiao has been disbanded for nearly ten thousand years, and you have no luck. Why are you doing this?"

"What's more, now that the Journey to the West is imminent, a lot of luck must be divided, so why bother in vain!"

"Teacher, please rest assured! Tongtian has found the method of suppressing my fate!"

The Lord Tongtian is full of enthusiasm and pledges.

"Well? What is it? I would like to see it."

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and the Master Tongtian didn't procrastinate.

With a big wave of his hand, the +10 immortal sword appeared in front of Hongjun.

In an instant, the entire Zixiao Palace could hear the needles quietly!

Seeing the real chaos in front of him, Hongjun's face was full of incredible color!

Could the number of days really change?

...To be continued

Chapter 45: Dao Ancestors Only Have Hands

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun Daozu's face showed a touch of shock, his heart was shocked, and he could not speak for a long time.

You know, he fits the way of heaven, the ends of the world, and the corners of the world can be reached in a single thought. There is nothing between the world and the earth that he doesn't know.

However, the appearance of the cast temple made him feel a sense of powerlessness that was not as long as the number of magical powers. Could it be that the cast temple will become an unpredictable variable?

Avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, one of escape, is this the one that escaped?

Thinking of this, he looked at the looking forward to Master Tongtian, and said in a deep voice: "Tui'er, do you say that your Zhuxian sword rank rise is due to the sudden appearance of the casting temple?"

"Exactly!" Tongtian is neither humble nor overbearing. He looked at the unpredictable figure in the chaos, and then said:

"Teacher, with this Zhuxian sword promoted to Chaos Lingbao, if I continue to teach, I will definitely reproduce the vast scene of the immortal dynasty, and I hope that the teacher will complete it!"

The laws of heaven flow behind Hongjun, his eyes flickered, and he said: "This matter is strange, and I need to check it out myself.

But the man who is in charge of the temple is mysterious and needs a recommendation from you. If it is true as you said, even if the number of days is unavailable, I will fight for you! "

At the beginning of the enchantment of the gods and the mitigation, according to the number of days, all the people he had set were on the list of the gods. He thought that the number of days was a fixed number, but he did not expect that after ten thousand years, someone would be able to break this fixed number.

A complex color appeared on Hongjun's calm face, looking at the lonely figure in the sky, a trace of guilt appeared in his heart.

Although he fits the heavenly path, in the final analysis, he first becomes the teacher of the saints, and then he is the heavenly path manager.

It is his responsibility to become his disciple as he is now.

Between waving his hands, Zhu Xianjian returned to the back of Tongtian.

At this moment, Master Tongtian appeared with a smile that hadn't been seen for a long time, and he immediately nodded and said: "Disciple obey!"