Seeing Taoist Xuantian’s shocked look, Fakong felt relaxed physically and mentally. He stretched out his hand and patted Taoist Xuantian’s shoulder and smiled slyly: “Master, aren’t they just the roots of the chaotic spiritual roots? ! Not so much!"
Taoist Xuantian slapped Fakong with a slap, blowing his beard and staring: "This is a strange thing of chaos! It can help people understand the Tao, can heal Taoism, can delay lifespan, can increase potential, and the level of preciousness is far beyond imagination. Most saints are hard to meet in a lifetime! Your kid swallowed three sticks like a cow chewing a peony in the Primordial Divine Realm?"
Fakong flew back with a grin, and hummed: "The precious treasure, isn't it for people? If I die, wouldn't it be cheaper for others?"
"Snapped!"
Taoist Xuantian stretched out his hand and patted Fakong’s forehead, still a little unstoppable angrily: "Breaking out the heavens! Fighting against the heavens!"
Xuanxin coughed lightly, and said: "Master Patriarch, you calm down. Just as the brother said, no matter how precious treasures are, they are for human use. Master Patriarch should use it as soon as possible. First, repair the injury."
Taoist Xuantian took a deep breath and solemnly said: "This kind of treasure is indeed useful for the Taoist injury in my body, I will not refuse! I only need one root to treat the Taoist injury, and it can also delay my life. Recast Daoji! Keep the remaining two! You can save lives at critical moments!"
After the words were finished, Taoist Xuantian took away one of the roots and left the other two roots.
"Good too! If a chaotic root can't heal Grandpa Grandpa's Dao injury, I will prepare for Grandpa Grandpa at any time!" Xuan Xin nodded.
Immediately afterwards, Xuan Xin's gaze swept towards Fakong, flicking with her fingers, one of the roots drifted towards Fakong, whispering: "Brother, your chaotic roots are used up, give you a root to save your life. ."
"So sorry!" Fakong rubbed his hands.
Xuanxin smiled and said, "If you don’t need it, brother, then I will take it back."
"Don't! Since it's sent out, there is no reason to take it back!" Fakong was quick and quick, and smiled and put away the chaotic roots in front of him.
Fakong feels that he is very poor now. The three chaotic roots that Master has given him have all been used up, and the puppet incarnation of Master has also been used. He has a pitiful hole card, and Xuanxin’s gift makes him reluctant to refuse.
Taoist Xuantian looked at Xuanxin, and said in deep thought: "The value of the chaotic wonders is unimaginable. It is difficult for me to come up with a treasure equivalent to it to thank you, but I can't help but express it. There are three great supernatural powers with different effects. I think you have a strong body and vast life essence. Now you have a great supernatural power that is motivated by life essence, and you can enlighten it by yourself."
After he finished his words, Taoist Xuantian reached out his hand to touch the center of Xuanxin's forehead, and branded a supernatural power into the depths of Xuanxin's mind.
Overlord Fist!
The Tyrant Fist is completely different from the heaven and earth grinding disc taught by Taoist Xuantian to Fa Kong. This supernatural power needs to mobilize the vitality of the whole body in an instant to perform a violent Zhoutian rotation in the body, gather the momentum to double fists, and fist. It hurts people, is the strongest, and destroys the world.
Every time it runs for an extra week, the power of the Demonstration Fist will be doubled, which requires extremely high physical fitness.
If the body is not strong enough but has to perform multiple weekly rotations forcibly, the violent vitality in the body will get out of control, from the slightest injury to the severe one, and the body and spirit to be destroyed!
Of course, if the Tyrant Fist can practice to a high level, its power is absolutely terrifying, and it is no problem to hammer a saint to death!
Xuanxin is the reincarnation of the divine beast Xuanwu. His life is as vast as the sea, and he has also practiced indestructible profound arts. His physique is unimaginable. This kind of overlord fist is really suitable for him.
"Thank you ancestor master for giving the Dharma!" Xuan Xin thanked him.
Taoist Xuantian waved his hand and said, "Compared with the strange things of Chaos, this kind of magical power is nothing. I have recalled Xuantian Zhong, and it happened to take advantage of this time to retreat and heal. When Xuantian Zhong returns, we will Go to the eternal flame field!"
The Taoist Xuantian’s words are full of confidence. With such chaotic wonders, he is confident that he can return to his peak state in a short time, and even make his cultivation even further!
Desolate ancient world, Eastern Desolation, Xuantian Holy Land.
"Clang..."
Xuantian Bell abruptly issued a clear bell ringing, shaking the world, washing the soul, and making every disciple in the Xuantian Holy Land feel refreshed.
High in the sky, the Xuantian clock bloomed with infinite divine light, and the quaint and vicissitudes of the clock reflected a round of bright sun and a round of clear moon, and there were endless stars in the sky, surging with the mighty power of stars like the sea, and the mighty power of the stars.
"brush!"
The figure of Saint Xuantian appeared in the void out of thin air, looking at the Xuantian clock in the sky, with a rare look of horror in his eyes.
The Xuantian Bell made a clear sound when no one was controlling it, completely cutting off his induction of the Xuantian Clock. Even if he used the Xuantian Dao Art to control the Xuantian Clock, he did not react at all. He had never encountered this before. condition!
Someone wants to take the Xuantian Bell?
Sacred Master Xuantian's face is full of dignity, his body is surging, his body shines with the moon and the moon, and the stars are all over the sky, desperately trying to fight for the control of the Xuantian clock.
At the same time, the peak master elders of the Xuantian Holy Land all soared into the sky, standing near the Xuantian Holy Master with their feet on the void, and the divine power in the body poured into the Xuantian clock endlessly, wanting to help Xuantian. The Holy Lord controls the Xuantian Bell.
At this moment, I heard a vague mental fluctuation in the Xuantian Clock: "I am the Taoist Xuantian..."
"Master Patriarch?" Many peak masters and elders in the void exclaimed.
Master Patriarch is still alive? !
"Holy Lord, is this really the Patriarch?" Someone couldn't help but wonder.
After all, the Patriarch has disappeared for nearly ten thousand years, and has not yet appeared, but has taken control of Xuantian Bell, making them have to doubt.
The Holy Master Xuantian was slightly stunned, and immediately showed ecstasy, gave up the fight for the Xuantian Bell, and said excitedly: "This breath, absolutely can't be wrong, it is Patriarch! Moreover, it can be so perfect. Communicating with the gods in Xuantian Bell, forcibly cut off the connection between me and Xuantian Bell. Except for Patriarch, no one in the world can do it!"
Everyone heard the words, their hearts were determined, and each of them was excited and uncontrollable.
Master Patriarch is still alive!
This is a reassurance for anyone in the Xuantian Holy Land, giving them a stronger sense of belonging to the Xuantian Holy Land, and it seems that they can clearly see the glorious future of the Xuantian Holy Land!
"Hey, if the Patriarch is not in the Holy Land, who was it that killed the Cangman Demon Sage last time?" Someone asked the doubt in his heart.
Holy Master Xuantian shook his head slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said, "Master Patriarch’s natal artifact is Xuantian Bell. The one who used the sword last time is naturally not the same person! As for the origin of that person, the secret of heaven must not be revealed. !"
"In other words, maybe there are two saints sitting in our Xuantian Holy Land?" Someone shouted out in surprise.
Everyone heard the words, and they were all excited and full of confidence in the future.
"Om!"
Xuan Tian Zhong sank into the depths of the void, turning into a terrifying spatial fluctuation and moving away quickly.