Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

Emperor Qitian couldn't help but frowned.

Although he is purely rational, he is not interested in sex, but simply greedy for the innate source of the Dao contained in the body of King Yamafuta.

But it's not obvious that King Yanfu really had an affair with so many demons and ghosts in front of him.

Because in that case, he might be able to get a chance to directly point to the origin of the innate way.

But in the future, I'm afraid he will be laughed at by Mr. Wushuang for 56 billion years.

"Yan Fu."

"What is your relationship with these people?"

Emperor Qitian couldn't help asking in a deep voice.

Although King Yanfu did not have the moral right and wrong concept of ordinary people, he could sense the dislike of Emperor Qitian at the moment.

So he replied immediately.

"Lang Jun, don't be angry."

"This king originally wanted to choose a person with the strongest luck and personality from the people here to be a Taoist partner."

"After the curse is resolved, he will join him as a double cultivator, and give him the original source to help."

"Then wait for him to leave this Yin-Yang universe, entrust his hand to reincarnate and rebuild."

"But now I have Mr. Lang."

"How can a mere group of people with filthy characters get into the eyes of this king?"

King Yan Fu held the hand of Emperor Qitian tenderly.

"Don't worry, sir."

"Don't look at how many people they have, and how many years they have been with this king."

"But it can't compare to my love at first sight with my lord."

Chapter 465 Yan Fu Has No Heart 1

Green→Green↗Green↘Green→Green↗Green↑Green...

The ancient melody followed the King Yanfu's affectionate look at Emperor Qitian holding hands.

Immediately, it unconsciously appeared in the minds of Lynch and Master Wushuang.

And in the broken palace.

Green, green.

The Buddhist disciples of Lingshan, the young master Jinpeng of the monster clan, and a large group of creatures whose origins are unknown, which orthodoxy they practice, and even their races are difficult to determine.

At this moment, they all have green skin and red eye sockets.

His eyes spewed fire, and he looked at King Yanfu and Emperor Qitian in disbelief.

Only Jian Wuming showed an appearance that really deserved to be you.

"Knew it."

"No matter where Lao Lin goes, as long as he makes a slight move, this soft rice will be firmly stuffed into his mouth."

"Talent."

"I'm really envious."

Jian Wuming was in a complicated mood, he didn't know whether to be envious or jealous.

But now is not the time to think about that either.

Jian Wuming looked around and stepped back calmly.

Lynch is protected by a rich woman, his little golden core can't bear the anger of a group of green fur turtles.

"So they're just a bunch of spare tires and licking dogs."

"Is there no skin contact with you?"

Emperor Qitian's face softened.

King Yanfu's cleanliness made him satisfied.

Although King Yan Fu didn't know what spare tires and dog licking were, he still smiled slightly, and the little bird nestled snuggly in the arms of Emperor Qitian.

"Lang Jun said yes, that's it."

"If Lord Lang doesn't like them to stay in Yanfu Realm."

"I'll send someone to drive them away later..."

"Ah! Slut! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

Young Master Jinpeng flew back at some point, and while he was furious, he heard such unfeeling words from King Yanfu again.

With a wow, he coughed up blood again.

The murderous aura surged to the sky, and with a swoosh, it turned into a golden light and rushed towards King Yan Fu and Emperor Qitian.

"You adulterers and whores, take your life!"

Young Master Jinpeng rushed to kill, and was so angry that he had an extreme sublimation in an instant, and he was about to break out of the restraint.

It seems that it is about to break through the limit of the cultivation realm of the Yin-Yang universe.

Booming out a real immortal god's blow, that is, the power comparable to the mid-stage transformation of the heavenly universe.

There is a power that is invincible under the immortal gods, and one above the immortal gods.

Emperor Qitian looked indifferently, and was about to fight against Young Master Jinpeng.

But snuggling in his arms, the gentle and tender King Yanfu gave a cold snort, but didn't show any signs of gesticulation.

As soon as the eyes were raised, there was a thunderous explosion.

The thunder turned into the power of yin and yang, and the yin and yang rotated like a millstone.

In the void, there is a sound of the law god chain visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the power of yin and yang that rotated like a millstone completely turned into the sun and moon millstone.

One spin, one grind.

The young master Jinpeng who came in the form of a golden light immediately fell into it.

Screaming and howling, flesh and blood flew across the sky, and the shocking bird feathers, all of which were as bright as gold, flew around in an instant.

"Jin Peng."

"Because you are the young master of the Golden Winged Roc clan."

"Following this king all these years is considered a great achievement."

"This time, I will punish you with a small punishment."

"If you still dare to be disrespectful to my lord."

"Then don't blame me for being cruel!"

King Yan Fu snorted coldly, lowered his eyes again, smiled and groaned, and looked at Emperor Qitian, as shy as if he couldn't bear the cool wind.

But at this moment, the young master Jinpeng, who was bloody and bloody, showed his original shape, his hair was dry and he was coughing up blood.

But it reminded everyone present.

Don't look at King Yan Fu's gentle and shy look in front of Emperor Qitian.

But deep down she is a ruthless femme fatale.

After all, it is an ancient god who can live from the complete era of the Yin-Yang universe to the present, if there is no decisive means of killing.

I am afraid that he has long since fallen in this chaotic Yin-Yang universe.

So the people who were still furious at first calmed down immediately.

Lingshan Buddha made a decisive decision and sang Amitabha.

Originally, I wanted to forcefully smile and bless King Yan Fu and Emperor Qitian.

But when the words came to his lips, Lingshan Fozi couldn't say them no matter what.

So he could only turn around resentfully, feeling extremely shocked and angry in his heart.

Because not long ago, King Jambudha gently called him a holy monk.

Expressed his willingness to follow him and convert to Buddhism for the afterlife.

But now, the fake ones are all fucking fake.

Master is right, the women at the foot of the mountain are all liars!

The more Lingshan Buddha thought about it, the more angry he became, even if he knew in his heart that King Yanfu had been enticing them all this time, it was because of ulterior motives.

He wanted to use their hands to escape from the Yin-Yang universe.

And as a Buddhist disciple of the Lingshan lineage, he is naturally not close to women.

So all this time, they were only playing games with King Yanfu, in order to deal with them.

But now King Yan Fu really doesn't act anymore.

It still made Lingshan Buddha unknowingly angry, and couldn't help but turned around and gave Qitian Emperor a vicious look.

But just in time to see King Yan Fu kissing Emperor Qitian shyly.

Then he seemed to notice his gaze.

Emperor Qitian bowed his head and whispered something to King Yan Fu, and then heard King Yan Fu chuckled.

"It's just a stinky monk who tells a lot of lies."

"He said he would take me to the Buddhist Spirit Mountain to be a Dharma protector."

"I asked him if he was guaranteed by oath."

"But he said that in the next life, if he wants to be blown by wind for 500 years and rained for 500 years, he will definitely find a way to ferry me to Lingshan."

"spit."

"A smelly monk with a mouth full of lotus flowers."

"People in my generation naturally only want this life, not the afterlife."

"If Mr. Lang doesn't like him, I'll send someone to beat this Lingshan Buddhist general out."

Hearing this, Lingshan Fozi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

You used to call me a holy monk, but now you call me a stinky monk? !

Yan Fu, you have no heart!

Lingshan Buddha couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately planned to let King Yanfu and Emperor Qitian know that there is also an angry-eyed King Kong in Buddhism.

But before Lingshan Buddha could make a move, suddenly an old monk in black robes appeared and blocked Lingshan Buddha with his hand.

"Amitabha, Buddhist disciples must not become angry and fall into their tricks."

"In Yan Fujie, she is invincible."

"If she really offends her, then the young master Jinpeng of the monster clan will end up."

Lingshan Fozi immediately calmed down after being persuaded by the old monk in black.

He glanced at Young Master Jinpeng, who had become a bloody mass wriggling and unable to return to normal for a long time.

Lingshan Buddha suppressed the nameless anger in his heart, and nodded gratefully to the black-clothed old monk in front of him.

"Thank you Zen master for your suggestion."

"Hey, Zen master looks a bit unfamiliar."

"I haven't asked Zen master which spiritual temple to practice, and which Buddha is he worshiping?"

Lingshan Fozi looked at the rather unfamiliar old monk in black, but couldn't remember who he was, so he frowned suspiciously.

The black-clothed old monk in front of me has never been seen before, where did he come from?