Signing to the Goddess from Douluo

For a moment, everyone's gazes were on the wisp of the flying whisk in Ye Chen's hand, and they all showed shocked expressions, secretly thinking that there was such an infinitely powerful weapon hidden in Ye Chen's hand. Divine weapon.

Just casually swaying, it is already comparable to Taiyi Jinxian's offensive strength.

If this is combined with Ye Chen's powerful immortal power enough to suppress ordinary Da Luo Jin Xian, and his superb fighting ability, I am afraid that even the leaders of Da Luo Jin Xian will be afraid of Ye Chen who is holding Buddha dust.

Obviously, the seemingly ordinary Buddha dust is by no means as ordinary as it looks before, and perhaps its power is even more unimaginable when it is really displayed.

At the moment, even more sharp-eyed, staring closely at the Buddha dust in Ye Chen's hand, he shouted.

"This, isn't this the innate spirit treasure used by Taishang Laojun in the early years?

Ye Chen, why is it in your hands?

Could it be that you went to the Tushita Palace and stole it? "

The one who said this was naturally the rebellious Nezha. He didn't care how oppressive the whisk was in Ye Chen's hands.

At this moment, they just kept exclaiming, and even expressed doubts about the origin of Buddha Chen.

At the same time, Zhulong Zhiyou, who wanted to be Ye Chen's weapon just now, was also in a state of bewilderment at this time, and his eyes never left the whisk in Ye Chen's hand.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly realize it, and his heart was shocked.

"Yes, it is.

That's right, my ancestor must have read it right.

The owner of that Buddha dust must be the super strong man in ancient times, who held a wisp of Buddha dust and fought all over the heavens and gods.

Any gods and demons, when they see the owner of this whisk, will choose to stay away.

But, why is this whisk in this kid's hands.

Could it be that this little guy is that person's direct disciple? "

With horror in his heart, he wanted to disturb Zhulong Zhiyou's spirit endlessly, and kept guessing about Ye Chen's true identity in his heart.

Then I thought of Ye Chen's resolute rejection of himself, what kind of Daluo Jinxian, quasi-sage,

They don't see it at all.

He even dismissed the opportunity to break through the Saint in front of him.

It turned out that it was like this?

While being horrified in his heart, Zhulong Zhiyou's face instantly became ecstatic.

As early as hundreds of thousands of years ago, the legend of that old gentleman had already shaken the Six Realms, mysterious and inviolable.

If he could get the slightest connection with him, Zhulong Zhiyou felt that revival of the Dragon Clan would still be a problem?

Thinking of this, Zhulong Zhiyou's self-deprecating heart for wanting to be Ye Chen's magic soldier instantly became extremely fanatical.

Immediately, he couldn't wait, even if he was rejected by Ye Chen, he still turned around and burst into black mist.

In less than a second, Zhulong Zhiyou, who was still a small snake just now, suddenly transformed into a dragon singing long sword out of thin air.

The hilt of the sword is held by the head of a dragon, and a three-foot-long black blade spits out from the mouth.

Coupled with the overall tone of black, it adds a bit of thickness to the domineering.

Although it is only three feet long, the distance between the eyes and the place, even the air, is filled with majestic and monstrous dragon energy.

Even in front of Ye Chen's innate Buddha dust, he was very obvious, and he didn't feel suppressed at all.

"Um, what are you doing here?"

Looking at the right side of the candle dragon who turned into a long sword with dragon patterns, Ye Chen suddenly looked at the other party with some doubts, and then said again: "Hurry up and change back, Ye has a congenital weapon, if you do this again, I will also Blessed to enjoy."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the brothers from the Jing family looked at the Candle Dragon Sword enviously, their eyes and palms were itchy, and they wanted to go forward to get the treasure.

They were originally born in poverty, with very few magic weapons, and they were worried that they had no treasures to increase their strength.

Right now, they also want to pick up the Excalibur that their brothers don't want.

Soon, Jingxuan stood up, staring at Zhulongzhi's right sword with saliva in his mouth, and said.

"Brother Ye Chen, if you don't want it, it's better to make it cheaper for our brothers.

This sword is very good at first glance, although it is not as good as your whisk, but I have to say, just looking at it makes my heart itch. "

During the conversation, seeing Ye Chen didn't express anything, Jingxuan and Jingzhen looked at each other, and the two reached for the dragon head sword.

They knew that if they wanted to tame such a powerful divine weapon, the two of them, who were both injured, had to work together to have a chance to surrender and obtain such a treasure.

But it's a pity that they didn't know at all that it was not the dragon head sword, but the illusion of a candle dragon that had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

At this moment, the brothers from the Jing family stretched out their hands, and before they were within three feet of the divine sword, a roar of a dragon roared, and it exploded into the sky.

In an instant, both Jingxuan and Jingzhen were knocked into the air, and soon after, their already injured bodies became more serious, and traces of blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"This....."

Seeing the frustration of the Jing family brothers teaming up to take the treasure, Nezha, who was also excited just now, immediately took out his fire-pointed gun and began to wipe it carefully.

Obviously, his interest was also because he was so surprised by Zhulong Zhiyou's performance that he lost interest.

It's just that they were not interested anymore, and Yang Jian, who was on the side, hummed slightly with his eyes moving slightly.

Instead, Yang Jian began to say shamelessly, "Since my brother-in-law doesn't want it, then I should give it a try."

As he said that, Yang Jian let out a loud yell filled with celestial power, and immediately took heavy steps with celestial power rippling in the air, and pressed forward step by step towards the divine sword transformed by Zhulong.

In just a few short steps, Yang Jian walked very slowly, and every step he took was not only accumulating powerful Da Luo Xianli.

He had just discarded his three-pointed two-edged knife, and now, the little snake took the initiative to transform into a sword weapon, wouldn't it just give him a perfect reason to change weapons, and save him a lot of time looking for weapons again.

But Yang Jian also knew that the towering little snake was not simple, and it was impossible for him to be able to scare his own three-pointed two-edged knife into the urine.

Ever since, in these few steps, he also took a heavy savings of one hundred thousand miles.

When Yang Jian came to the right sword of Zhulong and stretched out his right hand to take the sword, a wave of majestic Daluo Xianli that had been completely realized suddenly enveloped his whole body, and he grasped it Live behind the right of Candle Dragon.

Yang Jian roared from time to time, with the veins on his forehead popping up, and he pulled out the dragon head sword in front of him with all his strength.

As soon as he made a move, he went all out without any sloppiness.