Prehistoric: The Most Powerful Master of Xuandu in History

"It's still a human religion, and even a saint mount has been given a high-grade innate spirit treasure, it seems that this war, there is no suspense, and it can be declared over. "

When the monks saw Qing Yu sacrifice the top-grade innate spirit treasure banana fire fan, they already knew the final result of the battle.

Who would have thought that a mount would have such a treasure in hand!

Moreover, this young man was not taken out from the beginning, but he waited until the battle was almost over before he sacrificed it, which was enough to turn the tide of the battle.

The Taiqing sage, as well as the Primordial Tianzun and the Tongtian Daoren, tacitly stroked their beards and smiled at each other;

And Zhun Ti and the two of them looked even more miserable, as if no one owed them money.

Returning to the Void Battle Platform, Qing Yu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, grinned, and said:

"Hehe~ In this battle, I can't lose Lao Niu, otherwise I will have to be skinned by Senior Brother Xuandu when I go back, so Daoists from the West can only be wronged by you. "

After speaking, Qing Yu waved the 09 banana fire fan in his hand one after another, and in an instant, the monstrous innate divine fire gushed out from the void, burning the sky and boiling the sea, spreading the entire battle platform, and there was no way to avoid it.

The more the fire fan fanned, the more vigorous the innate divine fire became, and the void was distorted under the scorching divine fire.

The general trend was sitting on top of the nine-grade golden lotus, trying his best to urge the golden light to resist the erosion of the innate divine fire, and the six-zhang golden body law phase that was about to collapse behind him was put away.

After a long time, seeing that the general trend was almost unbearable, the Quasi-Tidao person on the void cloud waved his hand at him and shot out a Xuan Light of Creation, swept him into the audience, healed his injuries, and said with a bitter face:

"In this battle, the Poor Dao Western Sect lost. "

Although the spirit treasure is precious, it is not as important as the disciple's life, if Zhun Ti does not make a move, I am afraid that the general trend will not admit defeat even if he dies.

"Master, the disciple is incompetent, please punish the master. "

The general trend was so that he hurriedly pointed to the direction of the person who raised the Tao, and bowed guiltily.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, you need to practice diligently when you go back this time. "

The quasi-Tidao people unexpectedly did not reprimand the general trend, but encouraged it, which moved the general trend to the heart, and also made the monks look at the quasi-Tidao people with admiration.

Subsequently, the Zhun Ti Daoist endured the pain of cutting his flesh, and reluctantly gave the Qinglian Treasure Color Flag to the Taiqing Sage, which was one of the few top innate spiritual treasures in their Western Sect.

That's how it loses to people.

Zhun Ti regretted it again in his heart, why did he bet against the Taiqing Sage in the first place!

However, the Taiqing Sage and Xuan Du didn't care about this, Xuan Du smiled and took the Qinglian Treasure Color Flag from the hands of the Master Taiqing Sage, and then, with a wave of his hand, the Heaven Turning Seal fell into Qing Ji's hands.

"Hahaha~ Thank you, Senior Brother Xuandu. "

Under the envious gaze of the monks, Qingji took the seal of turning the sky, smiled excitedly, and hurriedly thanked Xuandu.

With the Heaven Turning Mark in his hand, his combat power will directly rise to a level.

When the time comes, if you face the general trend again, you don't need to bother, and you can decide the winner if you print it down.

Seeing the atmosphere of the human sect and such a local tyrant style, he was not very admirable, and even thought of worshipping under the human sect.

No matter how bad it is, it's okay to go to the people's sect to be a registered disciple or a mount, don't ask for better treatment, just ask for half of the treatment of the young man to be satisfied.

Of course, that's just their imagination.

With the end of the battle between Qingji and Dashi Zhi, it was followed by two battles between Duobao and Western Maitreya, and Guangchengzi against Western Medicine Master.

These four are the highlights, Duobao and Guangchengzi can be regarded as the chief disciples of the two sects, and the Western Maitreya is also the chief disciple of the Western religion, and the pharmacist is a little inferior, but he is not weak at all.

Otherwise, when they were competing for the position of Heavenly Emperor in Zixiao Palace, the Quasi-Daoist would not have pushed the two of them out.

Maybe it's because Xuandu has made a good start, and this battle of the Tao is not exciting without adding some color.

Therefore, before Duobao fought against Maitreya, the Tongtian Daoist pulled Zhun Ti again and wanted to bet with him again.

But this time, the quasi-Daoist said that he would not participate in anything, shook his head, and said: "The battle of the Dao was originally for the Dao to fill in the bets, but it has changed its taste, so let the disciples seriously discuss the Dao!"

"Quasi-Daoist, don't you dare? Or do you think that Maitreya can't beat the poor Daoist Duobao?"

The people of the Heavenly Dao provoked each other with words.

"Poor Dao just don't want to, as for between Duobao and Maitreya, which is stronger and which is weaker, I will know later. "

The quasi-Ti Daoist has cultivated for countless years, and his face is so thick that he knows everything, how can he be provoked by the sky.

But the guidance on the side can not stand it, Maitreya, as his proud disciple, naturally has confidence in him, not for the gambling of the spiritual treasure, just to add some color to his disciples.

So, he stood up, took out a golden lotus seed, and said: "Tongtian Daoist, the poor Dao will use this lotus seed of the golden lotus of merit as a lottery head to make a bet with you." "

"It's easy to say, the value of this lotus seed is also worth an innate spiritual treasure, and the poor Dao will take out this star whip and bet with you. "

Tongtian Daoist laughed, and took out a silver whip that picked stars between his hands, which had the ability to pick stars and catch the moon.

In the end, after an earth-shattering battle between the Duobao Daoist and the Western Maitreya, the ending was still that the Western Maitreya Daoist was a step behind and was defeated by the Duobao Daoist.

The Western Sect had once again lost a treasure 583, which made the faces of the Prospective Daoist and the Usher even more miserable and distressed.

Next, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable was not far behind, completely treating the two saints of the Western Sect as if they were cash machines, and everyone wanted to gamble with them and win the spirit treasure!

This time, Zhun Ti and Jieyin didn't agree to anything, and if they continued to gamble, they might have to go back with only their underwear.

However, Houtu and Nuwa, who were quietly watching the battle, suddenly fanned the wind.

"Since it is the Four Sects Dao Immortal Society, and there are countless Taoist friends who have come from hundreds of millions of miles away, why should they sweep away everyone's interest!" Nuwa said.

"Who wins and who loses, it is not yet clear, is it possible that the Daoists who receive and approve the Daoists have no confidence in their own disciples?" Hou Tu then said.

At this time, it was not tolerable that the two of them refused, so they could only blush, take out another innate spirit treasure, and bet against the primordial Tianzun.

It's like a game of three local tyrant players, pit the two of them civilian players.

Sure enough, the heart-wrenching thing that led to the introduction and Zhun Ti happened again.

The duel between Medicine Master Daoren and Guang Chengzi was still lost by a slight disadvantage.

The faces of the two of them were almost foie gras, and their eyes were almost moist, if it weren't for the large number of people here, I am afraid that their brothers and sisters would have to hug each other, hug their heads and cry. _

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