Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 68 Massacre of the human race!

After Zhunti finished speaking, Kunpeng became more confused. What exactly was Zhunti planning?
You're not mistaken, I originally wanted to kill him to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Even though they understood the cause and effect, their relationship was not good. How could this Zhunti be so gentle?

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I was able to become a saint because of your kindness in giving up your seat. The Nine Netherworld Blood Sea offset the cause and effect that day, and from now on, we are even a debtor to each other."

"But you are all one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao, sitting under the Taoist master and listening to his teachings. You are all from the Xuanmen sect. Why do you have to be so distant?"

Ha ha!

Kunpeng sneered in his heart and said, I don’t believe a word you said.

There are so many three thousand guests in Zixiao, and I haven't seen you contact anyone else. You have become a saint for so many years, and you didn't contact me earlier or later. How could you find me when the catastrophe started?
"I don't know what the saint means, please tell me clearly."

But a saint is a saint after all. Given his strength, especially in the midst of a catastrophe, Kunpeng did not dare to offend him and spoke again.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I am here for your future."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng became even more confused and looked at Zhunti in surprise and doubt.

"Kunpeng, let me ask you, what benefits can you get by joining the Demon Court and serving under Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi?"

"Benefits?" Kunpeng frowned.

"Exactly!"

“Kunpeng, I think you are originally a prehistoric innate god, a famous innate great god, a great master of supernatural powers known in the prehistoric world. Whether it is your foundation or your cultivation, you are a first-class existence in the prehistoric world.”

"Except for the lack of luck and the inability to protect your body with a treasure, how are you worse than Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai Yi?"

Kunpeng nodded unconsciously when he heard this. He thought that he was born in the Endless North Sea, became a Kun when he entered the sea, and became a Peng when he ascended to the sky. He had profound Taoism skills and was also a top-notch existence among the three thousand guests of Zixiao.

The Taoist Ancestor passed down the method of beheading the Three Corpses. He was also the one who beheaded the Three Corpses with a single thought. With his exquisite Taoist practice, he was no worse than Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, let alone the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jie Yin and Zhunti, before they became saints!

It's just that my luck is not good enough, and I have no magic treasure to protect me, so my strength is a little lacking this time.

But even so, I have condensed the true body of Kunpeng. With this magical power, ordinary quasi-saints at the peak of their powers are no match for me, even if they have magic weapons to protect them.

Thinking back to that time, Hong Yun, who was holding the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd, was beaten to the point that his body was broken and he had to flee in panic?

Seeing Kunpeng's expression, Zhunti was secretly delighted and spoke again:

"In terms of Taoism, you are no worse than Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai Yi. The three of you are of the same generation, but you are inferior to them and are driven by them."

"If there are benefits, then that's fine, but I don't care that you still don't have a decent magic weapon to protect yourself, nor do you have any spiritual roots of heaven and earth. In this case, aren't you letting them command you in vain?"

After the words fell, Kunpeng nodded involuntarily.

Yes, I am a great master of the same level as you. We listened to teachings together in the Zixiao Palace. You gave me nothing, not even a bit of benefit. How could I join you, obey your orders, and follow your will?

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, think carefully. You have been a member of the demon tribe for so many years. Apart from the title of a demon master, have you ever gained any substantial benefits?"

When Zhunti's voice sounded, Kunpeng immediately shook his head.

There is no benefit at all. It is said to be an innate spiritual treasure, but I have never seen even an acquired spiritual treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you have joined the demon tribe for so many years. Have you ever made any contributions to the demon tribe?"

"Of course!" Kunpeng nodded directly.

Not to mention the distant past, 30,000 Hui Yuan ago, he stopped Liang Qiang by himself and indirectly saved Lu Ya. Recently, 30,000 Hui Yuan, he led hundreds of millions of demons in the demon court and fought against the witches, a full 30,000 Hui Yuan, even if there is no credit, there must be hard work.

"In this case, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you have condescended to serve others, worked hard, but have gained nothing. Why is this so?"

As soon as Zhunti finished speaking, Kunpeng's face suddenly turned ugly. Yes, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, you two are going too far.

I work like a slave for you, but you don't show any gratitude and even drive me around with a clear conscience. I am a great innate god, how can I have the nerve to do this?

Kunpeng took a deep breath, looked at the Zhunti Saint in front of him, bowed and said: "Thank you Saint for pointing me out of the maze."

"If it weren't for the saint's guidance, I would still be in the dark and work for them in vain."

"This demon court belongs to the two of them. What does it have to do with me? Nothing at all. Yet they want me to be at their mercy? That's just wishful thinking!"

Zhunti smiled when he saw this, "Good!"

"With Fellow Daoist Kunpeng's intelligence, even if I don't say it, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng will understand it sooner or later."

"The sage is full of praise."

Kunpeng replied and stopped talking. Zhunti came to him, so he must have something to ask for. Since Zhunti mentioned it first, he would naturally give a solution later.

For a moment, the space became silent. After a while, Zhunti cursed himself as an old fox and spoke again:

"Daoist Kunpeng, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi do not consider you as one of their own. Daoist Kunpeng should make plans early."

Kunpeng's eyes moved slightly, and he bowed and said, "Please give me your instructions, Saint!"

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I won't keep you in suspense. With your level of cultivation, there aren't many people you can compare to in the prehistoric world."

"What you need, fellow Daoist, is first, to prove your Dao, and second, a spiritual treasure. To prove your Dao, you need to explore it yourself, but as for this spiritual treasure, I am willing to make some plans for you."

Kunpeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "What kind of magic weapon is it, and how do we plan it?"

In the ancient times, he was the poorest and did not have any decent magic treasure in his hand. Others relied on magic treasures to fight, but he relied on his own condensed Kunpeng true body to fight.

"Hetu, Luo Shu!"

Zhunti's voice sounded faintly, and Kunpeng was stunned for a moment.

Isn’t this Di Jun’s spiritual treasure?
"In the war between wizards and liches, Emperor Jun will surely die. If you accomplish two things, after Emperor Jun dies, the River Map and the Luo Shu will be in your hands!"

Kunpeng's heart was pounding and he was extremely surprised. Di Jun would actually die?

"Does the Saint really mean what he said?"

"nature!"

"The war between wizards and liches is inevitable. The leaders of both clans will be annihilated. If you act according to my words, you can escape. Otherwise, life or death is unpredictable!"

Kunpeng narrowed his eyes and thought about the credibility of what Zhunti said. After a while, Kunpeng said, "I wonder what I should do?"

Seeing this, Zhunti showed a satisfied look on his face and said, "It's very simple. First, slaughter the human race. Second, during the war, take away the River Map and Luo Shu in the chaos. After taking it away, the River Map and Luo Shu will be yours!"

(End of this chapter)