Pingtian Bodhisattva’s lips twitched.
Are you really trying to save it? You’re just hungry for its body!
Yue Mingzhu didn’t care, smiling mischievously, "Little Turtle, I’ll take you to find your mom. Co along with ."
The golden turtle rolled its green eyes, glanced at Yue Mingzhu, then looked upward, giving Yue Mingzhu a big eye roll.
As if to say, do I look stupid?
Yue Mingzhu was furious, getting an eye roll from a little turtle!
She pressed her little hand, trying to catch the golden turtle.
Unexpectedly, the golden turtle’s eyes rolled even whiter, transforming into a golden light and disappearing on the spot. Yue Mingzhu grabbed at empty air, nearly falling into the Spirit Pond.
Jiang Fan wrapped an arm around her waist, saying, "Don’t be greedy. The Spirit Turtle of the Buddha isn’t that easy to catch."
Yue Mingzhu said angrily, "I don’t believe it!"
"You go find sothing else. I’m going to stubbornly deal with this dead turtle!"
Ever since mastering the Emperor’s Gaze Technique, everything had gone smoothly for her, never eting setbacks.
Could she really fail at the hands of a turtle today?
She imdiately activated the Nine-colored Eyes, searching for the golden turtle’s whereabouts.
Jiang Fan found it both funny and exasperating, but he knew there couldn’t be any delay.
The Peace Monunt would soon take effect; he needed to quickly see if there were any heavy treasures of Buddhism.
Suddenly, a patch of bright red, clashing with the solemn colors of Buddhism, caught his attention.
Turning to look, he found a dicine Garden filled with peculiar red flowers.
Thin red stans swayed like threads.
From a distance, they resembled dancers in red skirts.
"What’s this?" Jiang Fan stepped closer, curious.
Pingtian Bodhisattva’s eyes trembled again, reminding him, "Don’t get too close; those are Forgotten Dust Flowers."
"Legend has it that ng Po Soup is made from these flowers."
"Inhaling too much pollen can also lead to losing this life’s mories."
Jiang Fan backed away in alarm, then thought, he’s not afraid of losing mories, so why worry?
He stroked his chin, asking, "How does it affect us in the Divinity Transformation Realm?"
Pingtian Bodhisattva stood at a distance, not daring to approach, saying, "It has the sa effect on Sages, let alone those in the Divinity Transformation Realm."
"It’s said to be ford from the Holy Blood of the first-generation Boundary Master of the Forgotten God Asura Clan, containing his powerful talent."
Jiang Fan was surprised.
No wonder it has such miraculous effects.
Thinking for a mont, he jumped into the yard, dug up several to transplant into the Breath Soil.
He planned to make a few batches of ng Po Soup later.
The last ti he looted Wang Chongxiao too rcilessly, causing a lot of resentnt. He needed ng Po Soup to lower that animosity.
Clapping his hands, he looked around, searching for anything valuable.
But after a sweep, he suddenly realized the Asura Saint Son was nowhere to be seen.
Earlier, when the Buddhist Golden Turtle appeared, he hadn’t even tried to snatch it.
Jiang Fan quickly scanned the surroundings, but indeed didn’t find any trace of the Asura Saint Son.
Fortunately, he had the Yang Fish with him. Closing his eyes to sense it, his gaze instantly turned to the forehead of a Boundary Master’s corpse.
The Asura Saint Son was there!
He instantly moved to the corpse’s forehead, only to find a golden light shimring cave, as big as a wall, on the forehead.
The cave was very smooth, as if sothing long and cylindrical had been used to create it.
This should be the cause of death for the Dark Shura Boundary Master.
This wound had been converted into a zen room by the Buddha, with faint golden light inside, and various Buddha statues carved on both sides of the walls.
The Asura Saint Son stood motionless in front of a Clothes Mirror, as if frozen.
Jiang Fan quickly dashed inside, scanning left and right.
The zen room was very simple.
A mirror hung on the wall, and a mat lay on the floor.
On the mat was placed a palm-sized incense burner, a string of Buddha Beads, and a Buddha Bowl.
The bowl seed to contain a faint golden liquid.
Breathing heavily, Jiang Fan quickly took the Buddha Bowl and tossed it into the Space Storage Device while the Asura Saint Son was frozen.
Then he grabbed the Buddha Beads.
At that mont, he wished he had another pair of hands.
The Asura Saint Son seed to sense the changes outside, his body shook, forcibly freeing himself from paralysis, urgently shouting, "Stop!"
He quickly took the mirror, tossed it into the Yang Fish in his hand, and grabbed the incense burner from afar.
Jiang Fan reached for the incense burner and found it empty, so he didn’t let go of the mat, quickly collecting it.
"You!" The Asura Saint Son glared fiercely at Jiang Fan, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
The well-earned chance had been snatched away by Jiang Fan, that damn scoundrel, at a cheap price.
More than half of the Buddha’s possessions had been taken by Jiang Fan.
However, considering the Blood Worm he planted in Jiang Fan, he could control him to retrieve those treasures later. The murderous intent in his eyes receded like the tide.
A smile appeared on his face, "You ca quickly."
As he spoke, he placed the incense burner into the Yang Fish.
He did so, instead of using his own Space Storage Device, with a sly thought.
If anyone from the Buddha Domain ca later, he could claim all the things were stolen by Jiang Fan.
After all, the Yang Fish was Jiang Fan’s!
Curious, Jiang Fan asked, "Why were you standing motionless in front of the mirror just now?"
The Asura Saint Son said, "This is the Buddha’s Clothes Mirror, which can reflect a person’s future."
"I saw my future self."
He didn’t elaborate, because the future he saw was very unfavorable to him.
In the image, his cultivation reached a level beyond the Saint Realm, his every move shook the Hundred Realms of All Heavens, and he was a supre ruler of the tis.
Yet, he was being hunted!
And the pursuer...
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes at Jiang Fan.
The pursuer’s figure was very different from Jiang Fan’s physique.
But for so reason, he vaguely felt Jiang Fan’s silhouette overlapped with it.
A bit of killing intent rose in his heart.
Another reason this person couldn’t be left alive!
Hearing this, Jiang Fan was filled with enthusiasm, "Can I have a look too?"
He was eager to know the specific scenes of the future prophesied by the Heavenly chanism Elder.
Who exactly would be his demise?
If he knew in advance, could he avoid it?
The Asura Saint Son said, "This mirror can still be used twice. If you want to use it, you can, by exchanging the Buddha Beads and the Buddha Bowl."
Jiang Fan showed a pained expression, "Forget it, I don’t want it!"
The Asura Saint Son shrugged, "Suit yourself."
He looked around the walls with a focused voice, "To be able to pierce through the skull of a Saint Realm, how did the Dao Slave manage it?"
"The body of a Saint Realm is supposed to be impervious to the ravages of ti, it shouldn’t be damaged at all."
A thought occurred to Jiang Fan, and he took out the Purple Sword, scraping it against the wall.
This was a genuine Asura Saint.
If he could extract so Holy Blood, it would be enough for the Green Pearl to easily break through the Asura Emperor Realm, right?
But unexpectedly, the Purple Sword that could cut through anything only created long sparks on the wall, leaving a series of shallow white marks.
The Asura Saint Son sneered, "Don’t even think about it. If the Dark Shura Boundary Master’s Holy Blood were that easy to extract, would it be your turn?"
"The people of the Buddha Domain would have taken it all long ago."
"Put your sword away before it gets dull."
Jiang Fan was unwilling, to have treasures in front of him but unable to take them was truly frustrating.
Suddenly, a thought ca to him, and he took out the Angel Dagger!
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