"There is a Yuan Ling in the Dharma?"

An Qisheng stopped on the barren mountain and stared at the child sitting cross-legged not far away. His eyebrows raised slightly, and faintly, a shadow of a pagoda reflected in his eyes.

It was the "Eight Treasures Buddha Tower" of Fanwuyi.

The small figure in front of me is the manifestation of the Eight Treasures Buddha Tower!

"There is a Yuan Ling in the Dharma?"

Gong Yang Yan chewed it and couldn't help but feel shocked.

The law has two meanings in total.

First, it means that the practitioners manifest their supernatural powers and can enlighten the spirit of plants and trees.

The second is the spiritual charm of the supernatural powers that are cultivated by great supernatural powers, and the elves that are transformed into.

The child in front of him was like a weird person. Without asking, it must be the latter!

This shocked him, and he felt that in the few years after meeting his own sect leader, everything he had experienced was even more subversive than the previous three hundred years.

“Good eyesight.”

The child, who was like a porcelain doll, looked at An Qisheng with praise, and waved his hand, and there were tables, chairs, wine and food in front of him:

"I am an elf born in the Eight Treasures Buddha Tower, with a supernatural power and creation. I named myself Eight Treasures. You can call me Eight Treasures Taoist."

It's true!

Gong Yang Yan was secretly smacking his tongue, it was hard to imagine what kind of encounter it would take to turn an illusory magical power into an elf.

This is something completely beyond his perception.

"Babao Taoist..."

An Qisheng chewed the name, nodded, stepped forward, and landed directly on the barren mountain where the Eight Treasure Taoist was.

Facing this man's inquiring eyes, he sat down slowly.

Although Fa Youyuan Ling was so wise, he would not have changed his expression a lot, but when he saw this Taoist, he was also a little surprised.

It’s no wonder that the method of Sumeru mustard seed is not very clever.

The Dharma Yuanling has great exclusivity, or can practice the same-original supernatural powers to bless oneself, but it is even more difficult to touch the supernatural powers of different sources.

"Fellow Taoist cultivation is not high, but he is very brave! It's no wonder that he can obtain the inheritance of the five-color divine light."

After looking deeply at An Qisheng for a long time, the Babao Taoist stopped his eyes, but couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

It clearly saw that the young Taoist in front of him had not yet condensed into a soul. Although he possessed the five-color divine light of the worldly magical powers, he was only barely at the level of the soul.

But when I saw that the body of the celestial immortal, the Dharma had the Yuan Ling himself, there was no sign of being afraid of being tempted.

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged. He stared at the Eight Treasures Taoist, and said, "You don't seem to have the intention to avenge the Lord."

"My Lord is under you, and you have not hurt a single hair, how can you take revenge? What's more..."

The Babao Taoist tapped the table lightly, carelessly:
Chapter completed!