Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 303 Man and witch, Nuwa’s choice! (four thousand words)

After throwing Di Ting to Ksitigarbha, Ran Deng left the prehistoric world without stopping.

Beyond the chaos, the saint's ashram.

Wa Palace!

When the lantern knocked on the door of the Wa Palace, Nuwa was lying lazily on Qingyun, with a red hydrangea wrapped around the snake's tail, and she was twirling it from time to time.

This was the first time Ran Deng had seen Nu Wa who looked like this, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

"Why did the saints from the West come to the East again? But which living being is destined to be in the West?"

Nuwa got into Qingyun with a red hydrangea wrapped around her snake tail. There was a hint of anger in her eyes, so she spoke rudely.

"My Taoist friend has a destiny with me in the West. If you come to the West, I would like to give you my title as the second leader."

Ran Deng grinned, not caring about Nu Wa's sarcasm, and even hit the snake with the stick.

"Ah!"

Nuwa sneered, sat upright slightly, and said:

"Jie Yin, you always go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything.

Who do you want to plot against this time? "

"Fellow Taoist, you have misunderstood me."

Ran Deng quickly cried out: "This time it's not me plotting against others, but others plotting against me."

"Moreover, not only me, but also you, fellow Taoist Fuxi, and that bastard Bai Ze were all tricked."

"Even Taoist Fellow Fuxi may suffer a big disaster in the future!"

At this point, Ran Deng's tone suddenly changed:

"Fellow Taoist Nuwa, you don't want to see Taoist Fuxi being tricked to death, right?"

Click, click, click!

Nuwa's silver teeth clicked loudly. Seeing Ran Deng's gloating expression, she wished she could knock this bitch's head off right now!

"Is it the Witch Clan?"

She already knew the answer the moment she asked.

"It's the Witch Clan."

Ran Deng sighed: "We worked hard to expand the Wu clan, but in the end, others picked the peach."

"Tsk, my old face is almost lost."

Hearing what Ran Deng said, Nuwa frowned slightly:

"Hou Tu is dead, and Hou Yi has also fallen from the ancestral witch back to the great witch."

"Nowadays, there is still a shortage of one of the twelve ancestral witches, and there is no way to set up the formation of the twelve gods."

"Since you are afraid that the Lich Clan will not lose its tail, why don't you count on the Demon Clan and let them take action now to start a Lich War?"

"This should be what you are best at!"

"Fellow Taoist, this is wrong."

Ran Deng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It is true that the twelve ancestral witches are short of one and cannot set up the formation of the twelve gods."

"But the one who picked our peaches was none other than the remaining will of the great God Pangu on Buzhou Mountain in the past!"

"What do you think the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation summoned?"

"It's just the remaining consciousness of the Great God Pangu!"

"Now that He has appeared in the form of an ancestral witch, what does it matter if there is or not the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation?"

"It is indeed Him."

Nuwa's expression changed: "It seems that I have to inform my eldest brother to leave earlier."

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Ran Deng directly poured a basin of cold water on Nu Wa, and she sneered:

"If Hongyun is not dead and Zhen Yuanzi is of the same mind as us, then Fuxi can still take back that ray of true spirit and completely cut off the cause and effect between him and the Wu clan."

"But now, Hongyun is dead, and Zhen Yuanzi, in grief, has reached some shady deal with Pangu's will."

"Not to mention Fuxi, Bai Ze, even Zhunti can't withdraw the ray of true spirit entrusted to Lingshou."

"The death of Hongyun was not caused by you bastard!"

Nuwa gritted her teeth and said.

How could this bastard talk so confidently, as if this matter had nothing to do with Him!

"It's not me, it's Hongjun."

"The great trend of heaven will cause his body to die and his path to disappear. Even if we become saints, it will be difficult to disobey the situation."

Ran Deng said with a serious face.

"Ah!"

Nuwa snorted coldly and was too lazy to argue with Ran Deng about this matter:

"Let's be honest, what are you going to do? What do you need me to do?"

"As you said before, I plan to work behind the scenes to guide the demon clan to start a war between lich and lich."

Ran Deng spread his hands and faced Nu Wa, a fellow Taoist who knew everything. He did not need to sugarcoat any of his words:

"You should know that Di Jun has set his sights on the human race and asked Jin Chan to secretly attack the human race, hoping to sacrifice their souls and flesh to create a witch-killing weapon."

"Not only do I know this, but I also know that the Golden Cicada Demon God is yours."

Nuwa said and rolled her eyes at Ran Deng.

Bie Tie and Jin Chan, as far as she knew, there were two innate gods who were his hidden children.

She doesn’t know how many more there are!

Those hidden deeply, even if she holds a demon summoning flag and controls all the innate and sacred rays of true spirit of the demon clan, it is difficult to distinguish them!

"So, this is the breaking point!"

Ran Deng smiled coldly: "Don't Emperor Jun want a witch-killing weapon? Then give him one!"

As he said that, Ran Deng took out a piece of rusty copper from his sleeve. The black and yellow aura lingered all over his body and was extremely heavy.

It’s none other than the copper of Shoushan!

These were already the last stocks that Ran Deng secretly kept, and he took them all out.

"The Witch Clan was created by fellow Taoists, even the extremely powerful and invincible ancestral witch god's body is the same."

"It can be said that fellow Taoists know them better than the Twelve Ancestral Witches and know their weaknesses better."

"So, the reason why I came here this time is to ask my Taoist friends to take action and use the power of creation to create a witch-killing weapon!"

The burning lantern picture shows a poor dagger... Bah, Xiaozhi uses emotion, moves with reason, and threatens Fuxi from time to time, just for this moment.

"You want me to bury the race I created with my own hands?"

Nuwa's voice was leisurely, and there was a cold light in her eyes.

She was gearing up, her eyes wandering over Ran Deng's face from time to time, as if she was pondering where to start.

Today, she is determined to get this bitch!

"The witch clan is now engaging in large-scale intermarriage with the human race, and the children born from the union of humans and witches can all produce souls!"

"In fact, the Wu clan is spreading their faith crazily among the human race."

"If what I expected is correct, they want to find another way to ignite the divine fire and grind out the soul!"

Ran Deng looked solemn:

"If it is allowed to continue to develop, the human race will be swallowed up by the witch race!"

"So, it's not me who is forcing you, but the Witch Clan is forcing you."

"Human race or Wu race, you can only choose one!"

"Which one survives and which one dies is just a matter of the turn of your hand!"

"Jie Yin, you are such a bastard!"

Nuwa's voice came out from between her teeth, her eyes filled with anger.

What choice?

She never had a choice!

Ran Deng put it in front of her, and she had no choice at all!

It seems like a choice between the Witch Clan and the Human Clan.

But, what’s behind the Wu Clan?

What is behind the human race?

If she chooses the Wu clan, none of the Five Saints including Taiqing, Shangqing, Yuqing, Zhunti and Jieyin will agree!

Even Daozu Hongjun may end up personally!

Therefore, she can only choose the human race!

The only choice is to take the copper block in Ran Deng's hand, and then personally forge a weapon to kill the Witch Clan!

"The Wu Clan has no soul, does not cultivate the Dao, and cannot dedicate the power of faith."

"They are failures, so they are destined to be swept away in the dust."

"Nu Wa, give the Witch Clan a decent exit and leave a way out for Fuxi, that's what you should do most now."

"Humph!"

Nuwa raised her snake tail, and the red hydrangea immediately hit Ran Deng's face with a fierce momentum, like a mountain.

"Dang~"

A layer of golden light spread outside Ran Deng's body, which was extremely strong and easily blocked the red hydrangea.

Eighth-foot golden body!

It's a little thing that I figured out out of boredom because of the numerous merits of Zhunti and Jie Yingzu.

It's not that powerful, it's just like an external "ancestral witch". It can resist and attack, and it's good at convincing people with physics. "I will leave this mountain of copper here first, and you can sacrifice it and refine it into a vessel as soon as possible."

After throwing away the copper from Shoushan, Ran Deng fled immediately.

He didn't want to be beaten by Nuwa for nothing.

Now, He is here in person. Although he can borrow some power from the saint, he will still be hung up and beaten when facing a real saint.

This is also the reason why Di Jiang stopped entangled with him after he received his blow at Buzhou Mountain.

"Damn bastard!"

Nuwa cursed softly, reluctantly rolled up the copper from the first mountain and threw it into the Qiankun Cauldron.

The fire of the avenue is lit, using the power of creation as firewood, to sacrifice and refine a vicious weapon...

……

the other side.

The Golden Cicada Demon God is still working conscientiously for "Emperor Jun".

Moreover, every time he captured a human tribe, he would immediately send a message to Emperor Jun to report his progress.

Di Jun was very satisfied with this and even received continuous awards!

"If your minister is like this, what does the emperor want?"

Emperor Jun gave the Golden Chan Demon God the highest praise and asked him to keep up his efforts and strive to take over all the human race at once.

In this regard, the Jin Chan Demon God even expressed his loyalty to Emperor Jun "even if his heart is broken, and he will die a hundred times".

But behind the scenes...

"Praise to Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"Report to my Buddha, most of the human tribes have been included in my human race bag."

"You also ask me, the Buddha, to give instructions. What should disciples do next?"

The golden cicada demon god stood in the void and lit three sticks of fragrance.

The cigarette curls straight into the netherworld, and in a strange and mysterious way, it connects to the Buddhist kingdom in the palm of the lamp.

Just when Ran Deng came out of the Wa Palace, he heard the sincere prayer of the Jin Chan Demon God.

"Di Jun's vision is still very accurate, Jin Chan is indeed very capable."

"It's just that my eyesight isn't very good. I can't distinguish between black and white, and I can't tell the difference between loyalty and adultery."

Ran Deng Mao cried a few words: "I am really born to work hard."

As soon as the words fell, Ran Deng had disappeared.

With the incense locked, he directly tore apart the space and appeared in front of the Golden Cicada Demon God.

"Praise to Namo Amitabha."

"Congratulations to the visit of my holy Buddha!"

Seeing Ran Deng's true form in person, Jin Chan Demon God's eyes suddenly became extremely fanatical.

It is said that incense is poisonous, but it is not the incense that is poisonous, but the mixed desires and emotions in faith!

"Jin Chan, you did a great job."

With a smile on his face, Ran Deng twisted his fingers with his right hand to form a flower. Golden light bloomed from his fingertips, turning into an illusory golden lotus of twelve grades of merit.

I saw the golden lotus falling from the fingers, turning into vast merit in the blink of an eye, and falling to the golden cicada demon god in one fell swoop.

"My Buddha is merciful! My Buddha is merciful!"

The eyes of Jin Chan Demon God suddenly became more fanatical.

The moment the merit entered his body, his aura began to rise one after another!

Soon we reached the peak of Daluo in the first step!

At this time, Ran Deng stretched out his hand and his rising momentum suddenly stopped!

"My Buddha?"

Jin Chan Demon God looked confused, not knowing why Ran Deng interrupted him.

"Dijun will help you break this bottleneck, and he will trust you more."

Ran Deng explained with a smile.

"good!"

Jin Chan Demon God nodded repeatedly.

Then, He took off the human race bag from his waist and presented it in front of the burning lamp with both hands:

"Thanks to me, Buddha, all the human beings collected by my disciples are in the human race bag."

"Great!"

Ran Deng reached out to take the human race bag and hung it casually on his waist:

"You should practice in the wilderness for some time first. I still have something for you to do."

"Yes!"

The golden cicada demon god responded.

Ran Deng nodded, turned and left.

"Best farewell to my Buddha!"

The Golden Cicada Demon God clasped his hands together, his eyes pious and fanatical.

When the burning lamp disappeared into the void, he flashed his divine light and turned into a six-winged golden cicada, speeding towards the northwest of the prehistoric world.

The Golden Cicada Demon God has gone into hiding.

But the prehistoric gods almost turned the world upside down.

"Shame on you! Shame on you!"

"What, are you embarrassed too?"

"What, are you embarrassed too?"

An innate god left his cave and scraped three feet across the ancient land, turning the ancient world upside down.

Because the human race they "adopted" disappeared under their noses!

You know, they had promised Saint Nuwa that they would protect the human race as a Yuanhui.

Now, although the Yuanhui has long passed, the human race has suddenly lost it too!

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

What if Nuwa asks for guilt?

Therefore, a group of innate saints went crazy looking for "people" everywhere in the wilderness!

There are even some innate saints who secretly came to Mount Sumeru.

"These two from the West have criminal records."

"Being able to steal hundreds of millions of people under our noses is not something ordinary innate gods can do!"

"Besides, this looks so much like the work of these two! They were able to do this!"

"Yes, yes, as long as we make sure that the "people" we lose are all in Mount Xumi, then Saint Nuwa will not be able to blame us!"

On Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti and Jie Yin's faces turned darker than the other.

Zhunti looked at Jie Yin with resentful eyes.

This matter was brought about by Jieyin.

"roll!"

As more and more innate saints gathered, Jie Yin couldn't bear it anymore.

In an instant, the pressure of a saint rose into the sky, sweeping across the heaven and earth, causing all the innate saints to bow their heads!

"This matter has nothing to do with our West, and it was definitely not our fault!"

It is also strong to accept the lemma if you are not straightforward.

As soon as these words came out, many saints left in droves.

However, before running hundreds of millions of miles, he slowly stopped again.

They left, but not completely.

Obviously, they didn't believe what he said.

"A saint cannot be insulted!"

Zhunti said fiercely, already picking up the blessing pestle with one hand.

"That's not necessarily a good thing."

Jieyin stopped him, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly had other ideas.

He opened his mouth and called Maitreya.

"I've met the teacher, Uncle Zhunti."

Maitreya smiled and saluted.

"Maitreya, go and invite all the fellow Taoists at the foot of the mountain to visit Mount Sumeru, and then invite them into the Mahavira Hall."

Jie Yin ordered.

"Yes."

Miroku turned around and started to take action...

(End of this chapter)