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    Chapter 332 Your name is Chonglou

    In the Qingxuan Fairy Mountain.

    The mountains are densely covered with buildings, enclosing a vast valley. A piece of jade stone, thousands of feet long and thousands of feet wide, is imprinted in the middle of the valley, showing an elegant valerian purple color. Hundreds of bright magic formations are engraved on it, square and square.  , giving people a feeling of majesty and justice.

    This place is where the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect resolve their personal grievances, the Immortal Killing Platform.

    Over the past ten thousand years, countless grievances and hatreds have occurred here, but there has never been a day as weird and bizarre as now.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The supreme and unique Immortal Killing Platform weapon spirit who originally stood on the outside looking down on the world, was now forcibly pulled out, exposed to broad daylight, and became the focus of everyone's attention.

    "Help me be promoted to a Taoist weapon? Are you really willing to give up that scepter of freedom?"

    As the spirit of a quasi-Taoist weapon, no one can understand the value of the freedom scepter better than the Supreme.

    Even if you put everything aside, were the billions of spiritual stones that Chen Shaobai spent all washed away by the water?

    The voice of the Supreme Being is like the beating of a golden sword, with a slight metallic vibrato, but it is sweet and pleasant to the ear, giving people a wonderful and unique feeling.

    Even though he has magical powers, he can't suppress the aged meaning in his voice.

    After tens of millions of years of accumulation of oppression, although he has already surpassed the secret realm of quenching energy, he still has not reached the stage of Taoist tools comparable to those of transformed gods. His lifespan is about to be exhausted, and the five declines of heaven and man seem to be coming.

    Lifespan, an eternal topic that troubles monks, is not limited to humans.

    Hearing this, Chen Shaobai did not answer directly.  Instead, he smiled slightly and said: "Although I made a vow to protect my inner demon back then, you also know that it is not equal in the first place, so I have to add a condition."

    Indeed!

    The heart of the Supreme One tightened, and the originally cold face became even more inhumane: "I, the Supreme Being, stand proudly in the world, with a free and uninhibited will. It is absolutely impossible for me to be a slave."

    This is the returning Chen Shaobai, whose aura is so powerful and deep that it is impossible to guess. If it were someone else.  If you dare to make such a request, with your supreme temper, I am afraid that you will slap him on the spot and smash the other person into a puddle of flesh.

    "Ah¡­¡­"

    With a chuckle, Chen Shaobai raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said meaningfully: "I don't want you to be a slave and a servant for the rest of your life and sign a contract. As long as you temporarily become a naturalized member of the Qingxuan Sect, become a guest of the Supreme Elder, and work for me for fifty years."

    "You only need to serve the other party for fifty years, and you can exchange it for a Taoist weapon, and you have to pay in advance. It's such a good thing.  Anyone with a sane mind knows how to make a choice.

    Their conversation was not concealed, and everyone in the Qingxuan Sect who gradually gathered around felt hot in their hearts. They looked at Chen Shaobai and Supreme with eager eyes, wishing they could take their place and dedicate their whole life's loyalty in exchange for the scepter of freedom.

    The will, majesty and temptation of Taoist tools.  It's hard to resist.

    No matter what others think, the Supreme Being, one of the parties involved, frowns.  The flame mark between the eyebrows jumped and tossed, tossing and turning.  Infinite blood-colored flames, crimson divine thunder, and black demonic fluid appeared faintly around him, and he seemed to be stuck in a major decision in life, and was in a dilemma.

    "Chen Shaobai is a good boy, promise him."

    The vast and vast voice came down from the Taixu Temple, like a navigation light on the sea, guiding the Supreme One in the direction.

    He raised his head and looked at Chen Shaobai solemnly: "I promise you."

    "The situation is urgent and there is still something we need to do. I will integrate the Scepter of Freedom into your body to help you become a god!"

    Seeing the other party¡¯s statement, Chen Shaobai did not hesitate and took out the freedom scepter on the spot.

    Although the weapon spirit has long been gone, it still seems to be aware of its own end. The black and white wings of the Freedom Scepter flap unconsciously, as if it is sad for its own death, but also seems to be rejoicing for its new life.

    "If you don't sign a contract, aren't you afraid that I will turn against you and be ruthless?"

    The Supreme Being was also stunned by Chen Shaobai's vigorous and resolute actions. He couldn't keep up with his unbridled thinking speed, so he couldn't help but speak.

    "I'm very good at judging people. Although you are aloof and proud, you are not someone who breaks your promises and gets fat. Go on! We have something to do later!"

    With Chen Shaobai¡¯s voice, the Freedom Scepter flapped its black and white wings, descended to the Supreme Being, and was grabbed by him.

    "Don't resist, try to relax your body! Hold your breath and concentrateforget about things and myselfwith your five hearts in the sky"

    With the guidance step by step, the purple-gold flame flowed out from between Chen Shaobai, carrying an invisible and unsubstantial mysterious power, wrapping around the Supreme Being.

    Look at this trend??, where is the style of the future Immortal Taoist?  He looks like a big devil who takes people to make elixirs!

    This movement was so great that almost all the spare power of the Qingxuan Sect gathered together. The mountains and fields, the sky and the ground, were densely packed with monks.

    They looked at Chen Shaobai who was above the nine heavens, and couldn't help but feel their scalps numb, but there was a strange feeling in their hearts.

    Although Lin Yuanxi is strong, he still has some softness and his actions are not wild and domineering enough. If Chen Shaobai can really become the headmaster of Qingxuan Sect, it will not be a bad thing.

    Who doesn¡¯t want their leader to be someone everyone respects and respects?

    With Kuangren Chen¡¯s reputation and temperament, even if they, ordinary disciples, form a quarrel with those with great magical powers in the Immortal Transformation Realm, they might not be able to escape unscathed.

    While everyone was thinking about it, most of the purple-red Immortal Killing Platform had melted, turning into a pool of solid and liquid viscous material that gradually gathered around the Supreme Being.

    The dark impurities were broken down and sank into the earth, and what was left was the purest material essence.

    The aroma of blood spreads throughout the valley, making people obsessed with it.

    "Your understanding of the way of heaven has already reached its limit. The reason why you can't break through is that you are shackled by this cage. I will help you get rid of the bad and keep the good, return to the original, and use the scepter of freedom to create your true body!"

    Chen Shaobai's thoughts are carried through the heaven and the earth, and the power of the Kingdom of God and faith is mobilized for free, catalyzing the purple and gold twin flames.

    In an instant, the huge Immortal Killing Platform melted and compressed until it was only eight feet long, and there was also a trace of melting on the freedom scepter.

    Guided a ray of extreme Yang true flame into the scepter of freedom, Chen Shaobai communicated with the true spirit brand and burst out violently.

    "The sword control skills collapsed!"

    Snapped!

    Countless dense textures instantly appeared on the Freedom Scepter, like a piece of pottery that had been broken and then glued back together. It exuded a faint burnt smell and could break apart at any time.

    If the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die; if the monks want the magic weapon to perish, the magic weapon has to be destroyed.

    ¡°Perhaps, this is the original intention of the Supreme Being who is unwilling to reveal his identity even to the death and becomes the Taoist weapon of his sect in Qingxuan Sect

    "The river of blood opens its eyes!"

    Without seeing much action from the Supreme Being, a roar of thunder erupted from his lower abdomen, and streaks of blood-thunder dark flames burned like thunderbolts from his skin, melting most of the Freedom Scepter and intersecting with the foundation of the Immortal-Slaying Platform.

    "After ten thousand years of forbearance, my understanding of the way of heaven is no less than that of Lin Yuanxi. With such strength, there should be no problem later."

    "Since there is only one last step left, I will help you!"

    Chen Shaobai intertwined his hands and folded them upside down, using the art of sword control to communicate with the sword brand in the Supreme body, helping him to condense into a body.

    The magic weapon gradually condensed into a human form, completely separated from its original posture. From a rough look, it was about eight feet tall.

    Boom!

    A thunderstorm flashed, and a heavy rain fell suddenly, hitting the Supreme's body, which was red due to the high temperature, and emitted a thick white mist, hiding his true appearance.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    The smoke disappeared, revealing the figure of a young man.

    This man's facial lines are clear and tough, his eyes are dark and deep, and there is a mark of fire between his eyebrows. Two demonic horns that are shining with cold light extend from his bloody hair. He is a very strange and handsome man. If someone sees him outside,  Well, there is a chance that he will be mistaken for the Demon King of Purgatory.

    Chen Shaobai looked at him with a smile without saying a word.

    After a while, he slowly said: "The name Supreme is too sharp. You have been by my side for the past fifty years, so let's change it to another name."

    "Huh? Let's talk about it."

    Seeing that Chen Shaobai kept his promise and helped him break free from the shackles of thousands of years, his realm finally broke through. The Supreme Being is now in a good mood and his attitude is very sincere.

    Seeing that the other party had lost his cold poker face, Chen Shaobai smiled heartily and said: "Since you have no objection, let's call it"

    "Chonglou!"
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