Treasure Appraisal: I Can See the Future

The man's tailcoat fluttered in the wind, and he fell at high speed.

Below was a vast ocean, with a dark island in the distance, a hundred meters away from the sea. The man's tailcoat on his back suddenly split open, and a pair of black bat wings emerged from the crack.

The black bat wings streaked across a black light, splashing a wave on the sea, and flew the man to the distant island, like a flash of lightning in the dark night.

The Twelve Archons of the Hand of God: Heaven, Earth, Mountains and Lakes, Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning, Light and Dark Time and Space.

This is the Dark God 'Simon', which means listening to the voice of God.

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A flagship Majesty stopped at the No. 13 horse head in Tianjin. Two great masters stood on the deck of the yacht with their hands behind their backs, looking solemn, as if waiting for something.

"Here we come!"

Suddenly, the two narrowed their eyes, and a Rolls-Royce slowly drove over. A man in a black robe got out of the car. When they saw the cold and thin face, they were suddenly frightened. They arched their backs like wild beasts, clasped their fists and bowed their heads, with a respectful expression: "Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian of the Huangfu family, we respectfully invite the Thousand-Handed Soldier King to come!"

"I don't deserve it!"

The Thousand-Handed Soldier King snorted coldly, stepped over a distance of ten feet, and instantly came to the two of them, his eyes as sharp as cold arrows.

The powerful momentum came over, and cold sweat oozed from Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian's foreheads. They waved their hands and said: "Thousand-Handed Senior Monster, this little thief is definitely not ordinary, otherwise my son would not let you work together."

The twelve top masters were all famous figures in the world.

Now that twelve people come to encircle and suppress one person, even if they win, they will lose face, so many people are not very satisfied with the decision of the Huangfu family.

Once you reach the peerless realm, you will be invincible.

"I am a young boy, no matter how powerful I am, it seems that I have not been in the martial arts world for ten years, and even a yellow-haired boy can show off his power in this world."

The Thousand-Handed Soldier King looked contemptuous, and his black robe did not move at all when the wind blew.

"Haha!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian laughed dryly.

This 'Thousand-Handed Soldier King' lives in the land of Sichuan, the land of heaven. His ancestors studied various hidden weapons and became the world's number one hidden weapon sect.

With the change of the times, guns and cannons came into being, and hidden weapons declined.

However, relying on the power of science and technology, the Thousand-Handed Sect forged various ancestral hidden weapons that are more exquisite and subtle, and their power is even better than that of their ancestors.

The current head of the Thousand-Handed Sect even created a hidden weapon that can break through the Gangqi. Ten years ago, he defeated three peerless masters in a row and was named the Thousand-Handed Soldier King.

Whoosh whoosh--

Suddenly, the propeller turned, and the three looked up. Yue Kaishan, a huge flower fell from the sky in the night sky, its colors were colorful, trance and ever-changing, as if it contained two worlds, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian, two great masters, looked trance, as if they were in a dream.

"Tai Zang Kai Mandala!"

The expression of the Thousand-Handed Soldier King changed, and he immediately closed his eyes, collected his mind, and adjusted his qi, not daring to be careless.

Tai Zang Kai Mandala, the strongest barrier recorded in the highest classic of Tantric Buddhism, the Mahavairocana Sutra, has unpredictable power.

Even if a peerless master falls into it, he will surely die!

"Thousand-Handed Soldier King, long time no see!"

The huge flower fell on the deck, but it was five lamas in red clothes, one of whom had a face as beautiful as a crown and a solemn appearance, but the sound of his mouth spread from all directions, sometimes far and sometimes near, giving people a sense of being touched by Milan.

"Dainichi Dharma King!"

The Thousand-Handed Soldier King's eyes narrowed, and his original arrogance was put away.

Shuzhong is not far from the Tibetan area, and he has had many contacts with these Tantric masters, and he knows their methods and supernatural powers.

Among the five Tantric sects in the Western Region, Dainichi Dharma King is the strongest.

He is ambitious and has great ambitions to unify the five sects in the Western Region. The other three Dharma Kings joined forces to barely support him.

Now that he has mastered the Garbha Realm Mandala, I am afraid that the four Dharma Kings will not be able to defeat him together.

Once the five sects are unified and the power of the five Dharma Kings is gathered, this person may become a Buddha in the flesh and achieve unprecedented achievements in Tantric Buddhism.

"The Huangfu family welcomes Dainichi Dharma King!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian woke up, put away their hands, and were shocked. They quickly clasped their fists and bowed their heads, with a more respectful expression.

Hahaha!

Dainichi Dharma King raised his head and smiled, and there were bursts of laughter between heaven and earth.

Whoosh-whoosh-

Two sword sounds were heard, making people feel like thorns on their backs. The Great Sun Dharma King and the Thousand Hands Soldier King frowned slightly. Two sword lights appeared in the sky. One white and one black, one man and one woman came flying with swords, as if they were immortals.

"Heaven Sword, Earth Sword!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian's expressions changed slightly.

The two were born in the Sword Sect. The Heaven Sword is the current leader and the Earth Sword is his wife. The Heaven and Earth Swords combined to kill a peerless master and became famous.

Among them, the Wind and Thunder Sect where the Sword King came from is actually a branch of the Sword Sect.

"Heaven Sword, Earth Sword!"

The Great Sun Dharma King frowned slightly: "You two are just grandmasters. Even if you join forces, you are just equivalent to ordinary peerless masters. You are also qualified to participateJoin this siege."

The Thousand-Handed King nodded slightly.

The dragon does not associate with fish and shrimps. The peerless masters have their own circle of peerless masters. Although the two are famous, they are still a little bit behind.

"Of course, the two of us are not qualified!"

The middle-aged man Tianjian raised his head with an arrogant look: "But there are people in my Jianmen who are not inferior to the Dharma King."

"Could it be!"

The face of the Dharma King of the Sun changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

"Welcome, ancestor! "

The middle-aged Tian Jian and the beautiful young woman Di Jian knelt down with fists clasped, their expressions extremely respectful, but also with a hint of arrogance that was difficult to conceal.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--

In the eastern sky, countless sword lights broke through the air, carrying weapons that could destroy the world. Among the thousands of sword lights, a man in ancient clothes with large sleeves and silver hair fluttered. His face was as ruddy as a baby, but his eyes were vicissitudes and indifferent, as if he could see through the world of life and death. In the blink of an eye, he landed on the yacht, and thousands of sword qi sank into his body, and all the sharpness disappeared.

The expressions of the Thousand-Handed Soldier King and the Great Sun Dharma King became solemn, with undetectable fear hidden in their eyes. The two looked at each other and clasped their fists and said: "Welcome the Sword Ancestor out of retreat. "

The silver-haired young man nodded slightly, but did not speak, just looking at the river in the distance.

A small boat was speeding on the river. On the boat, a short and thin old man was sitting cross-legged on the bow with a wooden sword on his back, and a burly iron tower figure stood behind him.

Without any movement, the thin old man with a sword on his back appeared on the yacht from a distance of thirty feet.

Bang!

The burly iron tower figure rose into the air, and the small boat on the river exploded. He landed on the deck and the whole yacht trembled.

"Jian Bukong!"

The short and thin old man with a sword on his back showed his dry gums: "Your Wanjian Guizong is more primitive than thirty years ago. Why don't you try to take a step forward!"

"Mao Shijiu!"

Looking at the burly body with a mixture of gold and silver, Jian Zu Jian Bukong smiled coldly: "Part of your silver-armored corpse has turned into a golden-armored corpse. You can also risk your life and try to take a step forward."

"Mao Shijiu! "

Hearing this name, the Great Sun Dharma King and the Thousand-Handed Soldier King were shocked.

Jian Bukong and Mao Shijiu, both of them were over a hundred years old before they became famous for sixty years, and they were old antiques in cultivation.

But they were stuck at the line between immortals and mortals, and reached the end of the peak of the mortal world. Qian Wei pushed the door open when he stood at the door of immortals and Buddhas.

If the two had not appeared this time, everyone would have thought that they had failed to hold the elixir and sat in meditation.

Sixty years ago, both of them were world-famous masters. How powerful they would be now, no one dared to imagine for a while.

"Gaga!"

With his dry gums, Mao Shijiu's turbid eyes were full of ridicule: "I am an old man who muddles through and has been an ordinary person. I just need to live a few more years, but you, Jian Bukong, have lofty ambitions and ambitions. How can you be content if you don't become an immortal or Buddha?"

"If you don't want to become an immortal or Buddha, why would you come out of retreat this time! "

Sword Ancestor Jian Bukong snorted coldly, his expression concealing an indescribable loneliness, and frowned unhappily: "Are all the people here?"

He was a genius. If he had followed the ancient path of Taoism and Buddhism, he would have already broken through the door of immortals and Buddhas and escaped from this mortal body.

But he was too arrogant back then, and was determined to open a path in the sword path and open the door of immortals and Buddhas.

But the sword path is extraordinary in killing, and breaking through the door of immortals and Buddhas with it is ten times that of ordinary Taoism and Buddhism.

So after two decades of hard practice, seeing that the deadline is approaching, he still cannot break through the door of immortals and Buddhas, so he has to fight this.

If you can't become an immortal or Buddha, you can only die in the sword.

"And the Bubei Divine Monk of Dabei Temple!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian spoke quickly.

"Bubei Divine Monk!"

The Thousand-Handed Soldier King and the Great Sun Dharma King looked stern, and a deep fear flashed in their eyes.

"Bubei! "

Jian Bukong and Mao Shijiu looked at each other and frowned:

They have been famous for so many years, but they have never heard of this name; but he dares to call himself a 'divine monk' and comes to participate in this war. He must be an extraordinary person.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time!"

An apologetic voice came from afar. A black dot appeared on the distant river. A little monk in white clothes, with a handsome face and a smile, a string of bodhi beads hanging around his neck, walked barefoot on the river, and the water rippled into lotus flowers. His steps seemed very slow, but one step was dozens of feet, and he quickly approached the yacht.

"Lotus blooms under your feet, the realm of true Buddha! "

Jian Bukong and Mao Shijiu looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock as if the Yangtze River's back waves were pushing the front waves.

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Jinling Longtou Mountain Zhenwu Dojo!

Evil King Sima Kong, Cao Zheng, Li Daqingsheng, Fang Ming, Wei Shuai, Hong Meigui, and Yan Qi looked solemnly at a young man in front of them, each of them as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Where is Han Xiaoyu!"

Leng Tianji looked calm, his indifferent eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on the evil king Sima Kong, without any change: "Let Su QiHand over Han Xiaoyu. For my sister's sake, I will not pursue the responsibility of Zhenwu Dojo. Otherwise, from today on, there will be no Zhenwu Dojo anymore!"

"You bastard want to destroy Zhenwu Dojo!"

The hot-tempered Red Rose couldn't help but pick it out. As soon as she opened her mouth to accuse him, she saw Leng Tianji turned his head and looked at her. She was immediately hit hard and flew out with blood spurting out.

Wei Shuai flashed and took over the pale Red Rose with an angry and horrified expression.

Now Red Rose is only one step away from becoming a master. With all kinds of magic skills, her combat power is no less than that of a grand master.

But now she can't resist Leng Tianji's glance. How powerful is he?

"The combination of Daotai and Demon Seed is really unpredictable!"

The evil king Sima Kong flashed out with an amazed expression, waved his hand to let everyone leave, and said calmly: "Su Qi took Han Xiaoyu to Kyoto. If you still want to destroy Zhenwu Dojo, you have to get through me first!"