Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 115: Merit Scam, Prepare the Killing Plate!

Listening to Ran Deng's supreme declaration, Hongjun suddenly showed a strange smile:
"In that case, don't regret it."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and made a move, and the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit fell in front of Ran Deng:
"My disciple Ran Deng, why don't you come and pay homage to the teacher soon?"

Burning Lamp: "!!!"

First reaction: Have I been tricked again?

Second reaction: I must have been tricked again!

But where is this "pit"?

The moment he took possession of the Twelfth Grade Golden Lotus of Merit, he understood: The trap is right here!
The twelfth-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, one of the five innate lotuses, can be traced back to the 36th-grade Chaos Green Lotus!
It contains innate merits and virtues, and can transform luck, incense and other "human power" into merits and virtues.

And this so-called merit is the power of Daluo!
Therefore, it can help the innate divine make up for the shortcomings and help them achieve Daluo.

It will also allow Daluo to accumulate resources and move forward quickly!

But now, this twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit has been overdrawn by Hongjun, resulting in a deficit in its origin.

The name is deceptive, but in fact it is almost falling from the innate level!

Just riding a horse is an empty shell!

"Teacher Hongjun, you are so kind."

After coming to his senses, Ran Deng started to get angry, and he pinched his nose and recognized this "old mentor".

If it hadn't been for this prehistoric time, He would have told Hongjun: You already have a way to die!
"Randeng, my disciple, don't say that I am cheating you.

This twelve-level golden lotus has strong heel and foot. As long as it is properly cultivated, it will soon be restored to its original state. "

Hongjun comforted him: "As long as you assist Duke Dong wholeheartedly, you can push him to the position of the supreme emperor.

At that time, luck will feed back and the faith of countless sentient beings will be added to the body. Not only will the golden lotus of the twelve grades of merit be restored, but it will not be a bad idea to take another step forward! "

"Paint, you continue painting."

Ran Deng looked sideways at Hongjun, feeling his stomach churn.

Not to mention eating this cake, I’m so full just listening to it!
No one answered, and the scene once again became awkward.

In the end, it seemed that even Hongjun's shamelessness couldn't hold on anymore. He pointed out and gave Ran Deng a copy of Da Luo's insights and techniques for condensing merit.

"Come on, work hard!"

After leaving a word, Hongjun left quietly.

This was just a ray of his divine consciousness that briefly descended on the God of Thunder with some special magical power.

"Is this the Taoist ancestor of Xuanmen whom I have always feared like a tiger?"

After coming back to his senses, Ran Deng smacked his lips. A certain image in his heart instantly collapsed and was swept into an inconspicuous corner.

The business was lost, but the loss was worth it.

"Hedging your bets, stepping on several boats, no matter who wins, I will have a place in this world."

"Tsk, I, Ran Deng, am really a qualified young man!"

"I've hooked up with Hongjun again. I don't have to be so scrupulous about my actions in the future. Can I be a little more bold?"

Ran Deng looked at the twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Hey~"

At this time, the God of Thunder woke up slowly. In his hazy eyes, he seemed to see a familiar figure, and subconsciously said:

"Receive? Accept?"

Upon hearing this, Ran Deng's body suddenly stiffened.

He turned around with a smile full of kindness:
"Fellow Taoist, have you recognized the wrong person?"

Before he finished speaking, a ray of golden light was like a rainbow piercing the sun, and it hit the God of Thunder on the head arrogantly.

With a "bang", Thor fainted again.

"Huh~ I feel much better now." Ran Deng breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling comfortable and relaxed all over.

After taking back the twelfth-grade Golden Lotus of Merit, he strode out of the Thunder Temple, but did not return to his own sacred mountain, and instead visited an innate saint.

Or discussing Taoism and Dharma, excessively sharing anecdotes about ancient times and gossip, under His long-sleeved dance, in just over ten thousand years, he became one with the gods of Penglai Immortal Island, including Dongwang Gong.

Ten thousand years later, Prime Minister Turtle found Him again.

"Fellow Taoist is so patient."

"Without the six pure hearts, how can you catch the sacred turtle of immortality?"

Ran Deng smiled slightly: "It seems that fellow Taoist finally figured it out."

"What if you understand? What if you don't understand?"

Prime Minister Turtle laughed at himself: "From the moment fellow Taoist came to the island, I had no choice.

Fellow Taoist's methods may seem weak and allow others freedom, but in fact they are just like Zulong. He is also domineering and leaves no room for anything!
It's just that Taoist friends habitually add a layer of cover-up to it. "

"Tsk."

Ran Deng sighed in admiration, but did not refute.

The Ancestral Dragon is now far away in the Immortal Volcano, and the dragons in the East China Sea are leaderless. They are already lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Life and death are in his hands.

If He hadn't been afraid of the scary green turtle shell behind Prime Minister Turtle, he would have slapped Prime Minister Turtle to death, and then convert, brainwash, bury, and lead a dragon. Wouldn't it be much more cost-effective and safer than inciting rebellion!
"I have a condition. If fellow Taoist don't agree, then I have to give it a try and see if I can pull fellow Taoist to die together!"

While speaking, Prime Minister Turtle took off the turtle shell and held it in his hand, like a green helmet.

Endless karma and bad luck and curses are entangled together, like a pool of clear water, but it exudes an extremely terrifying Taoist charm.

It seems that just one look will bring bad luck!
"This is!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Ran Deng's eyes.

"This is the curse that the innate god paid for with his life..."

Prime Minister Turtle recounted how Zulong killed the alliance.

Finally, He made his request:
"I can help my fellow Taoist wholeheartedly, but after my fellow Taoist has gone far enough, he has to give me a hand!
I don’t ask fellow Taoists to help me attain Daluo, but I ask fellow Taoists to save my life! "

"can!"

Ran Deng immediately agreed, but before Prime Minister Gui could become happy, he continued:

"But fellow Taoist must agree to one condition!"

He stared at the turtle shell as if looking at a rare treasure:
"Fellow Taoist, you need to cooperate with me in studying your turtle shell and true spirit!"

"When the lamp is lit, the scholar can be killed but not..."

"Perhaps I can find a way to help you escape from this sea of ​​suffering!"

Ran Deng spoke firmly and threw a big piece of cake over.

Prime Minister Turtle's newly raised anger was extinguished in an instant, and a sense of hope kept rising from his heart.

What if, what if it's true?

He slowly closed his eyes and spread his hands flat, as if he had made a very important decision.

"Come on, humiliate me as much as you like!"

"Um???"

Ran Deng was startled at first, but after he reacted, he flew up with a kick, and even the turtle shell was kicked thousands of miles away:
"Ignore your mother, you are so stupid! You actually want to repay a favor with a grudge!"

After a long time, Prime Minister Turtle calmed down his excitement and flew back to the lamp.

This time it’s business!
Ran Deng: "Next, I want you to help me start a pig-killing game!"

"Pig butcher plate?"

"Yes! An innately sacred pig!"

(End of this chapter)