Chapter 202 Gift of Treasure

Chapter 202 Gift of Treasure

"Yes, you have grown up. I remember that when you left the Ten Thousand Mountains, you were only as tall as my waist. Now you are as tall as me."

Ye Fan looked at Minghe with a gentle look in his eyes.

At this moment, Minghe's rebellious and domineering temperament was gone, and there was only deep longing.

"Master"

After thousands of words, Minghe could only squeeze out these two words at this moment.

At this time, Ye Fan suddenly slapped Minghe's head hard.

"Didn't I tell you not to provoke beings stronger than yourself? Now you are at a disadvantage!"

"Master, I remember you told me that the Western relics were precious and you wanted to collect a few."

"That's why I came here, planning to get a few back to honor you, Master."

Minghe stuck out his tongue and explained to Ye Fan.

Seeing Minghe like this, Ye Fan didn't know what to say.

"You are so stubborn. Is it worth risking your life for a few relics?"

Minghe said to Ye Fan with a serious face, "How can that be? Master's words are heaven to me!"

"What's the harm in taking a little risk?"

Ye Fan was moved by what he said, but also felt helpless.

This disciple of his is like this. Everything is good, but he is too extreme.

If I had known this, I should not have taught him the magical power of entering the devil.

But after all, he is his disciple. If Ye Fan doesn't protect him, who else can protect him?

"Forget it, let's talk about this later. I see that your cultivation has reached the god level now. Now I will give you what I promised you."

Ye Fan said to Minghe, and then he pointed his hand in the void.

"Sword!"

As Ye Fan uttered these two words.

Clang! Clang!

The clanging sword sounded!

The next moment, the terrifying and vast killing and bloody aura rushed straight into the sky and penetrated the billions of feet of nebula.

At this time, at the top of the sky.

The Bull Demon King was holding the Zhenwu Soap Carved Flag to cover the world.

He was bored when he suddenly saw two scarlet lights rising into the sky.

It was as if the gate of the underworld was too open, and endless killing was set off, and the horror was boundless.

It was about to break through the shackles.

He was so scared that he injected all his magic power into the Zhenwu Soap Carved Flag on the spot.

In this way, he barely resisted the two conflicting sword lights.

"Yuan Tu, Abi!"

The Bull Demon King took a breath of cold air, and his heart was extremely horrified.

Only two peerless killing swords in this world can emit such a strong evil spirit and killing.

When he was still a mount for Tongtian Sect Master, he had seen the ancestor holding these two killing swords.

Killing the world, the scarlet light shines on the heavens.

The most important thing is that these two peerless killing swords kill living beings without being stained with any cause and effect.

While the Bull Demon King was surprised, the two killing swords flew to Ye Fan in the Luohan Temple.

He handed the two killing swords to Minghe, "Old Five, these are the true forms of the two sword intentions you have cultivated."

"With the blessing of these two killing swords, you can use the god-level cultivation to exert the combat power of a low-level quasi-saint."

"Master, such a treasure" Mingjie couldn't help but said, a little afraid to take it.

Seeing this, Ye Fan smiled slightly and said, "Just accept it if it's given to you. There are still many treasures like this here."

"I have also prepared for your brothers and sisters."

"Thank you, Master." Minghe immediately put away the two killing swords and merged them into the world in his body.

Suddenly, the evil spirit in his body boiled.

However, unlike the evil spirit that was rampant in his body before, there were two killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, sitting in the seat.

At this moment, Minghe can already control the evil spirit in his body freely.

Seeing the two killing swords under Minghe, Ye Fan continued, "Now your attack is enough, and it is no problem to be comparable to the general quasi-saint."

"But your defense is still a little lacking. Now I will give you another defensive treasure."

With that, Ye Fan pointed his finger, and a red light flew out from between his fingers.

Stopping in front of Minghe was a small and exquisite blood-colored lotus platform.

Although it looks small and exquisite, it contains extremely terrifying power.

Yang Jian stared at it for a moment and said in surprise, "Twelve-grade Karma Fire Red Lotus?"

Twelve-grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, a top-grade innate magic weapon, sits on the magic weapon, with amazing defense.

What's more terrifying is that it can burn karma fire as a means of attack.

It can be said to be both offensive and defensive.

These two magic weapons are all companion spirit treasures of the Minghe ancestor in the prehistoric world.

Ye Fan named his apprentice Minghe, which was actually built in this direction.

But compared to the Minghe ancestor in the prehistoric world.

Ye Fan's current disciple will definitely achieve more than the Styx Patriarch in the future.

Yang Jian saw the Styx holding the Yuan Tu Abi Killing Sword and stepping on the 12-grade lotus platform, his eyes were dazed.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the Styx Patriarch of the past.

"I have a lot of treasures, yours is nothing, I have better ones, put it away, Lao Wu."

Seeing that the Styx was still hesitating, Ye Fan couldn't help but said.

"Disciple, thank you, Master!"

The Styx respectfully clasped his fists.

While the two were talking, Sun Wukong fell from the air.

All the escaped monks were also caught back.

Ye Fan asked him, "Why, that kid doesn't want to come with you?"

The person Ye Fan was asking at this moment was naturally Jin Chanzi.

Just now, Jin Chanzi used the Tathagata Palm, and he also sensed the fluctuation of the magic power.

So he used the master-servant eye and saw him through Sun Wukong.

"No master, he said he hasn't practiced the tenth style of Tathagata Palm yet, so he's embarrassed to come to see you."

"He also said that when he has practiced it, he will come to greet you in person." Sun Wukong replied, relaying Jin Chanzi's words to Ye Fan.

Hearing what Sun Wukong said, Ye Fan shook his head slightly, "This kid is still the same as before, stubborn."

But now it seems that Jin Chanzi has practiced the ninth style of Tathagata Palm.

Presumably, he will be able to break through to the perfect state soon.

He muttered to himself, and then flicked his finger, and a stream of light shot in a certain direction.

Billions of miles away.

Jin Chanzi, who was in mid-air, suddenly saw a stream of light in front of him, and a golden lotus platform formed in an instant.

The flower bloomed twelve grades, flowing with vast and majestic Yuanli.

It was the 12th-grade Merit Golden Lotus.

Like the 12th-grade Karma Fire Golden Lotus that Ye Fan had given to the Styx before, it was also a defensive treasure and a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"Master"

Jin Chanzi said nothing. After he put away the 12th-grade Merit Golden Lotus,

he began to kowtow in the direction of the Arhat Temple.

In his life, he did not worship heaven and earth or gods and Buddhas.

He only worshipped the master.

Now that he had not cultivated the Tathagata Palm to perfection, he was embarrassed to see the master.

It was enough to make sure that the master was safe from a distance.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan also shook his head and sighed, "What a fool"