I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Li Xinyue with a haggard face nodded in response: "Yes, my family is worried about this day and night. My husband was attacked by a blue-eyed wind spirit beast when he was out on a trip, but the animal poison in his body cannot be cured. I guess time is running out."

Speaking of this, Li Xinyue lowered her eyes and began to cry.

Tu Mo was delighted in his heart, all of this was within the sect master's expectation.

He carefully took out the beast pill wrapped in mana, and said: "Mrs. Li, I have a demon pill of a blue-eyed wind spirit beast, which can be used to detoxify. Do you want it?"

Li Xinyue immediately raised her head and said happily: "The fairy doctor said that my husband's illness can indeed be cured with the blue-eyed Fengjing Beast Pill, but that kind of monster is especially easy to catch. I didn't expect you to have such a treasure." Speaking of this, Li Xinyue showed embarrassment: "Although my family is rich, after this incident, the family property has long been ruined, but I have no money to buy it. What should I do?"

Tu Mo recalled what the sect master said, and said, "What did your ancestors leave behind?"

"My ancestors? All the treasures passed down by my husband and ancestors were sold. Let me think about it. By the way, when I got married, my mother gave me a dowry box, saying that it can be used for emergencies in times of crisis."

After Li Xinyue finished speaking, she hurried into the back room, and after some searching, she took out a small wooden box that didn't look worth much.

She took out a key from the side of the wooden box, and opened it muttering: "When my mother gave it to me, she didn't think much about it. She just left it like this. Now after so many years, she hasn't opened it once."

During these words, the lock on the wooden box was unlocked, and a puff of white smoke came out, turning into a ten-armed arhat.

"Twenty years of guarding, nothing is lost, and quickly complete the arhat oath with me."

Li Xinyue was startled by the sudden appearance of the ten-armed arhat, and quickly hid behind Tu Mo.

Tumo greedily looked at the ten-armed arhat. The treasure that can be guarded by this kind of Buddhist guardian arhat is not an ordinary inheritance.

He said: "Mrs. Li, the arhat oath is the guardian spell of the Buddha family. If you are willing to trade the treasure in the box to me, you can just bite your finger and smear the blood on the lock. But I must make it clear that the contents in this box may far exceed my beast pill."

Li Xinyue hesitated for a moment, then she replied firmly: "In order to save my husband, I am willing even the best baby. Besides, my concubine's strength is weak. If the baby is really weak, I might as well use it for safety."

She thought clearly, and without any hesitation, she bit her right index finger and smeared blood on the box.

In an instant, the Buddha's light was shining, and the ten-armed arhat looked relieved, clasped his arms together and said, "It's good, I finally got rid of the suffering, and now return the "Seven Sons Buddha Pagoda" to its original owner."

The wooden box turned into a futon in the Buddha's light, and in the middle of the futon was sealed a strangely shaped pagoda with countless golden mantras.

Seven golden skeletons coiled around the pagoda, black light, Buddha light, intertwined.

Li Xinyue wanted to hand over the pagoda to Tu Mo, but was stopped by Tu Mo.

"No, this thing is evil, you can't move it."

Seeing something strange, Tu Mo didn't dare to mess around for a while, and then used his spiritual sense to touch the communication device on his wrist that the sect master gave him.

"Master, the fairy fate has been triggered, but it's a bit strange, what should the subordinate do?"

Jiang Yeming, who had a clear view of all this through the water mirror technique, said: "The 'Seven Sons Buddha Pagoda' was a very ominous thing refined by the local great witches from the relics of seven Buddhas when the mountain and sea world was still alive.

Tu Mo listened attentively, and then acted in accordance with the law, and the weird "Seven Sons Pagoda" was successfully harvested safely without any changes.

The ten-armed Buddha looked at Tu Mo with surprise, "It's strange that such an evil thing can be collected. It seems that this world will definitely create an evil fairy. I have finished protecting it, so don't let it go."

After talking about the ten-armed Buddha, he was about to escape, but at this moment, he found that he could not move and was restrained.

Then the light and shadow changed, and Jiang Yeming appeared here with 46 disciples against the sky.

Looking at the ten-armed arhat, Jiang Yeming smiled: "The immortal fate of Tumo is the Seven Sons Buddha Pagoda, and my fate is you."

The ten-armed arhat was terrified and struggled: "I am an arhat under the seat of Guru Duyun who transformed the dragon into a Brahma heaven among the four Brahma heavens. How dare you bully me!"

Jiang Yeming smiled even more: "You are what I want. I roasted nine evil dragons a few days ago, only to find out that the blood of dragons is very beneficial to me. Unfortunately, the blood of all kinds of dragons in the [-]th day of the color world is thin, so it is difficult for me to work. Fortunately, I searched for the secret and found that there are eight dragons in the Dragon Transformation Brahma Heaven, but you have the blood of eight dragons."

Hearing this, the ten-armed arhat's face turned green, "You want to eat me?"

"Bah, bah, bah." Jiang Yeming looked disgusted: "Don't disgust me, as long as you take the initiative to donate the blood of the eight dragons, I can let you go back."

The ten-armed arhat was a little relieved when he heard this, but the blood was very precious to him, how could he give up so easily.

He felt a wave in his heart, "Even if I abandon this dharma body and try my best to seriously injure my vitality, I will not do what you wish."

Suddenly the Buddha's light came back, and he was about to explode himself as an arhat.

But I didn't think about it, it didn't work!
It turned out that the ten-armed arhat had been moved to the ancient Fusang tree. Here, the ten-armed arhat who couldn't explode himself was stared at viciously by a group of heaven-defying disciples.

The ten-armed arhat, feeling inexplicably chilled, shouted: "What are you doing, even if you torture me in every possible way, I will not agree."

"Really? That's because you don't know the profoundness of punishment." Jiang Yeming snorted coldly, copied two books at a very fast speed, and threw them to the disciples against the sky. "Learn the skills in the book, and give him a taste of everything."

The disciples against the sky looked at the cover one after another, one was called "Ten Torture Tortures in the Manchu Qing Dynasty", and the other was called "The Art of Execution".

Good guy, there are also those who specialize in punishment as an art, the disciples against the sky are quite knowledgeable.

Driven by their soaring thirst for knowledge, they studied technology seriously and worked hard to hone their skills on the ten-armed arhat.

At first, the ten-armed arhat was still a man, and he thought that this kind of physical injury would pass by gritting his teeth.

But later, it was discovered that he was a man's disciple against the sky, and he admired him very much for using magic to improve the ten-armed arhat's perception by a hundred times.

Now it's all right, the dignified Arhat couldn't bear the punishment of mortals, and the huge pain made his persistence weaker and weaker.

Until a heaven-defying disciple specially built a wooden horse for him.

The weak ten-armed arhat asked: "This time, what kind of punishment do you want to use against me? It's useless."

"Really? This thing is called a wooden donkey. The victim sits on it. Do you see the barbed stick in the middle? I will arrange the position for you to sit on."

"Damn!" The ten-armed Arhat glared, and beads of sweat rolled down. If he really sat on it and his perception was strengthened a hundred times, he might never even think about meditating for the rest of his life.

He was really discouraged, why bother, isn't it just a precious bloodline, sending it back is not going to continue to be an arhat, at most the treatment is almost worse.