After hearing from Wang Huan's detailed mention of Pojun, my soul was shocked.

For the disciples of the Demonic Taoism, Pojun's reputation is still above the Dao Ancestor, especially three thousand years later. The Dao Ancestor's spirit was too great, and no one could keep up with his footsteps at that time, so that the Demonic Taoist disciples had only respect for him. The one who accompanied the Demonic Taoist disciples to fight was the protector of the Dao Ancestor. The Dao Ancestor was a symbol of the spirit, and Pojun had blood.

The real existence of meat.

What's more, the devil's disciple Qianhong came because of Pojun.

Pojun is brave and kills for life, and protects millions of demonic disciples with the power of Pojun.

The two yin and yang swords of heaven and earth were killed under the sword, and I don’t know how many disciples of human and immortals were killed. They were the first god to kill in the battle of the Gods.

Daozu died, Pojun lifted his sword to the underworld, and cut off the Forgetful River for five hundred years with one knife. Although this trip ruined the magical energy, it perfectly interpreted what affection and righteousness meant.

Therefore, no one complained about Pojun three thousand years ago. Three thousand years later, she replaced the ancestor of the Demonic Taoism and became a spiritual symbol of the Demonic Taoist disciples.

Even though I knew in my heart that the ancestor of the Demonic Dao was much greater than the Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Guardian, when this name fell into my ears, my soul was still shocked.

"Yun, do you mean that the Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Guardian is still alive?" I asked excitedly.

Yumeng is the god of death, in charge of memory.

In fact, from the moment I saw her, Xiyi's army, I wanted to ask about Pojun, but I was afraid that I would feel sad when I asked her.

And if Xiyi transformed by Pojun is still there, Wang Huan will definitely tell me.

"Of course." said Yumeng.

"Your Madam, you have kept it so hard for me."

"It's not that I meant to hide it from you. All of this is the attention of the two heavenly priests."

"Two? Are the Heavenly Lord of the Greedy Wolf Protectors still there?"

"Greedy Lang has already gone to the world, and only Pojun is still in my entrance hall. I will explain this to you later. Now I want to ask Pojun’s guardian Heavenly Lord to come out and identify the origin of this portrait."

After speaking, Wang Huan began to gather his mind and prepare to open the Shenting acupoint.

Suddenly he looked up at Bai Shengxue who had been standing aside, and said coldly: "You go out."

Bai Shengxue's expression changed slightly. He wanted to say something, but he never said it. He turned around and walked out the door silently.

"Stay here." I said.

"Hmm?" Yumeng raised her eyebrows and looked at me.

"It's not her, how could we see this portrait? No matter what the result is, she is qualified to stay and wait for the answer." "Xie Lan, you would be wrong. I asked her to leave not to avoid suspicion, but to worry that she would be hurt by Pojun's evil aura. You once questioned why I wanted to kill the War Demon, now I will tell you the answer, I killed the War Demon for Pojun's heavy weight.

born."

Wang Huan said that the Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Guardian has now perfectly absorbed the magical character of the warriors and used all the warrior souls in the arena to condense the Yin body. Although the body can also be manifested as a mirror image after becoming Xiyi, Xiyi itself will not improve its cultivation level. It will be as much as it has been alive and after death, because Xiyi is an immutable fixed energy body. The Yin body is different, and the Yin body is like a Yin body.

The predecessor of Huan, the Yellow River Queen, could not only perfectly inherit the combat power of his lifetime, but also continue to practice. With the help of Huan, the Protector of the Pojun Law Master absorbed the soul of the warrior to condense the unparalleled body of the Yin-Secret evil. The Pojun law and the Demon God Type were integrated into one, which made the Protector of the Pojun Law Master infinitely improve the combat power of the Pojun Law Master Master Master, transform the military power for oneself, and become

The well-deserved war master is the most powerful warrior.

Such a Pojun cannot be a celestial master. Once it appears in the battle of killing and fighting, it can only be described as invincible. Unfortunately, because the evil spirit is too strong, the Pojun guardian Heavenly Master can only appear on the battlefield. Otherwise, no matter where she appears, she will become a place of death. Those who come into contact with her will definitely be evil spirited unless they belong to the same camp.

Injured.

After hearing this explanation from Yu Huan, I felt relieved.

If Bai Shengxue is a disciple of the Demonic Taoist, she will never have to worry about being injured by the Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Dharma Protector, and she will definitely not be able to become a disciple of the Demonic Taoist. The Demonic Taoist disciple has feelings and righteousness, but Bai Shengxue will not be moved for the rest of her life.

Bai Shengxue left silently, and I stood quietly beside Wang Huan waiting for the appearance of the Pojun Dharma Protector Heavenly Lord.

As Yuhun slowly looked at the Divine Court, the temperature in the bamboo house dropped significantly, and then a murderous intent began to be born.

The murderous intent was born, and the ice was shattered. The sword of thousands of proverbs formed a layer of frost and snow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bamboo house squeaks, the incense is not tolerant of the cold, and the faint sea is destroyed.

The drop in temperature accompanied the birth of passion in my heart.

The Demonic Disciple, thousands of years old, after three thousand years, I never thought that one day I could see the Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Dharma Protector.

Suddenly, a red shadow flew out from the Qinghuan Shenting Cave and turned into a ball of red mist. It gradually condensed into a human form in front of Qinghuan, facing the shrine and facing away from us.

I wanted to say something, but my wife stopped me with divine thoughts.

"Don't bother her."

"Um."

As soon as the Pojun Guardian Heavenly Lord came out, his eyes were locked on the portrait.

Feng Huan and I stood side by side behind her, silently waiting for the final answer.

My wife's hands were shaking slightly, so did me.

Pojun and Daozu reflect me and Yuhun. However, we are much luckier than their ending.

The red-clothed Pojun stood straight like a sculpture.

The statue in the portrait still smiles between his eyebrows and a little indifference in his eyes, which seems to never change.

Time passes, Pojun remains unmoved, and his appearance remains unchanged in the portrait.

On the contrary, my wife and I were getting more and more nervous, and our hands were getting tighter and tighter.

Finally, Pojun moved and took a step forward towards the shrine.

Pojun's evil spirit is so abundant that the bamboo house could no longer withstand the destruction of the evil spirit. As she took this step, the bamboo house exploded instantly and turned into ruins.

The shrine cannot withstand the change of aura and is shaking.

The portrait is covered with cracks, and it seems that there is a danger of breaking at any time.

Bai Shengxue exclaimed, showing a heartache expression.

The shrine collapsed, smoke and dust rose everywhere, the portrait lost its support and floated in the air, torn apart by evil spirits and turned into powder, and it spilled from the sky.

My wife and I looked at each other, and each couldn't hide our disappointed expressions.

The broken portrait is enough to prove that the person in the painting is not the ancestor of Tao. Any slightest connection will not be broken by Pojun's evil aura.

Pojun turned around slowly, and then I saw that she was already in tears.

There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart. Even if you have been discouraged for three thousand years, and the scars will be lifted up, it will still be heartbreaking.

"It's not him after all..." The Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Guardian murmured.

My wife and I were speechless, and we couldn't even say a word of comfort.

The portrait turned into dust and fell in the air. What was broken was the portrait, but it was more like the heart of the Heavenly Lord of the Pojun Dharma Protector.

Turning to look at Bai Shengxue, I realized that she was also heartbroken.

Po Jun walked up to her a few steps and asked coldly: "Why are you sad for?"

"You ruined my thoughts for thousands of years, but came to ask me why I was sad?" Bai Shengxue said gritting teeth, gritting her teeth, as she endured the biting pain of the evil spirits.

This answer made Pojun a little embarrassed.

Because we bet on the portrait is Daozu, and now we have obviously lost the bet, then this portrait only has the cause and effect of Bai Shengxue. If the portrait is destroyed, we owe her.

"What's his name in the world?" Bai Shengxue asked, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
Chapter completed!