People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 346: Money can make you a demon, Kunpeng enters the arena

"The Yin-Yang Formation has killed many Jiejiao immortals. Even if there are tens of thousands of Jiejiao disciples, how many lives can be used to make up for it? Isn't it enough? Junior Brother Shen Gongbao, why don't you persuade them not to continue struggling."

The Jiejiao disciples suffered heavy losses, but how good was the Chanjiao? Of the three generations of disciples, only Nezha was left. Mu Zha, Jin Zha, Xue Ehu and others were directly killed by the Jiejiao disciples in a wave of self-explosion.

Shen Gongbao sighed.

"That was their own choice. Senior Brother Duobao used the luck of the Shang Dynasty to cultivate and cut off his ego corpse. He is now a quasi-saint in the late stage of cultivation. He is only one step away from completing the three corpses and then he can step into the realm of the supreme saint."

"Fire and oil!"

"You have also used up the last bit of value of the Shang Dynasty. The Human Emperor of the Huoyun Dongtian lineage will definitely fight you to the death."

Jiang Ziya's expression changed slightly. Unbeknownst to him, the Shang Dynasty had already reached a deal with Jiejiao.

"King Zhou offered sacrifices to heaven and earth and has already informed the ancestor of the Human Emperor lineage in Huoyun Cave. He is drinking poison to quench his thirst. What does it have to do with our Jie Religion?" Shen Gongbao sneered.

Everyone has his own choice.

Emperor Xin was reluctant to give up the Shang Dynasty and wanted to live a few more years. Half of the disciples of the Jiejiao were doomed to die. Even though the Human Emperor ancestor of the Huoyun Cave was indignant, he had nothing to say.

Yuan Ling, a disciple of Jiejiao, was included in the List of Gods.

Can't we shut them up?

"Confused."

"Emperor Xin, as the last emperor of the human race, took the initiative to cut off the foundation of the human emperor. Since then, no one in the world can give birth to a human emperor again. Only the human king can call himself the Son of Heaven."

"This is in line with your calculations. Yuanshi Tianzun joined forces with the saints to determine the destiny of heaven. The Human Emperor is unrighteous, and there is no Human Emperor Supreme in the world. Now you are pretending, don't you think it's funny?"

"I can't argue with you."

Jiang Ziya looked up at the sky, pointing at the stars: "Zhao Gongming passed down the Great Dao of the God of Wealth. Although he killed the evil corpse, he is still no match for the Void Ksitigarbha. Junior Brother Shen, do you think Jiejiao can still make a comeback?"

Shen Gongbao smiled without saying anything, staring at the two people in the void.

The battle between Zhao Gongming and Void Ksitigarbha was so devastating that the heavens and the earth were annihilated. The cracks in the void changed their directions in the illusion.

Is it hard to tell who will win the fight with Void Ksitigarbha?
"The image of the God of Wealth."

Zhao Gongming shouted angrily, and a golden Dharma image appeared behind him, with the Xuantan Tiger image as the main one. Five boys who brought wealth appeared under his feet, turning a golden millstone.

Reversing yin and yang.

Borrow power from the void.

A vast magical power condensed from the void, and a Ten Thousand Souls Banner made bursts of tearing sounds. Zhao Gongming said, "Xukong Dizang, I heard that the Western Sect is good at subduing demons and monsters. I wonder if you can subdue the real demon."

Xukong Dizang looked solemnly as he looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. This was a magical treasure that Luohou had before he became a saint. It contained countless soul demons, and he might not be able to subdue them all.

He said coldly: "What a good Zhao Gongming! You are a disciple of Jiejiao, why do you want to associate with the devil? Don't you know that Luo Hou was driven out of the prehistoric world by Hongjun Daozu? You are inviting a wolf into the house today."

Zhao Gongming said dissatisfiedly: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my magical power: money can make the devil work."

"It depends on whether you can catch it."

Xukong Dizang did not dare to be negligent at all. Even if the Taoist Zhunti met the Demon Ancestor Luohou, he would probably have to run away. After he met him, he would probably have to run away.

"A six-foot-tall golden body, a Buddhist kingdom in the palm of your hand."

Void Ksitigarbha burned the sarira and used his strongest killing move. The Six Pure Bamboos and Falling Treasure Money tried madly, but neither could do anything to the other. Falling Treasure Money was known to be able to brush away anything.

But when you come across the Pure Bamboo, this treasure of the saints, you can do nothing about it.

Pure Bamboo can restrain Falling Treasure Money, but the effect is limited. It can only be said that the magic power of the two cancels each other out.

The real factor that determines the battle is which of the two has less magical power. The collision of Buddha's light and devil's light, between the Buddha's light that saves all living beings and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that gathers all souls, for the time being, neither can do anything to the other.

Gradually becoming anxious.

"Jiang Ziya, is this what you said about Zhao Gongming's imminent defeat? The path to becoming a quasi-saint for the Western Sect disciples is a trick. Using relics as a carrier of one's own good and evil, the three corpses of the self, is not as good as using the innate spiritual treasure as a carrier for the quasi-saint."

"At the same level, many Western sect disciples are inferior to us."

Jiang Ziya was indifferent. How could he, a useless person who had not yet achieved immortality, know the mysteries? He always simply looked at the realm of the cultivators.

"If there is no third person joining the battle, there will be more fighting." Shen Gongbao snorted coldly and urged the dragon-bearded beast under his feet to leave quickly and stay with Jiang Ziya.

Suddenly, I felt inexplicably uneasy.

"look?"

Jiang Ziya raised his head, and a jet-black wing, covering the sky and the sun, flew directly towards the anxious two people. Shen Gongbao raised his head, stared at the jet-black wing, and shouted: "Ancestor Kunpeng."

A sinister and terrifying sound suddenly rang out, and the void was directly crushed.

Ancestor Kunpeng descended from the sky, and his terrifying murderous intent resounded through the void.

Zhao Gongming and Xukong Dizang looked at the sudden appearance of Kunpeng with solemn expressions, whether it was the Jiejiao preaching in the North Sea and driving Kunpeng out of the North Sea, or the two saints in the West plotting against the North Sea.

They are all jumping around in the territory of Ancestor Kunpeng.

It is really hard to judge whether his appearance is good or bad for both of them.

"Ancestor Kunpeng, you are not allowed to participate in the Conferred God Tribulation. You'd better leave quickly." Zhao Gongming looked nervous, and the gold coins in his hand evolved into a world of money.

The roaring golden ocean controls everything it passes through.

Even if it is the authority of Heaven, if Zhao Gongming is willing, he can exchange it, provided that he can have enough bargaining chips to persuade Hongjun Daozu.

"At the invitation of Yuanshi Tianzun, the ancestor entered the Conferred God Tribulation. All the land north of the North Sea belongs to the ancestor. I have no choice but to take action. Little kid, you are the disciple of Jiejiao Tongtian Sect Master. We have met more than once."

"Give the old ancestor some face and leave now."

Zhao Gongming was silent for a moment, looking down at the Juelong Ridge beneath his feet. It had now become a ruin, with flames burning the earth and the rocks melting, turning it into a land of magma.

Shaking his head, he said, "The disciples of Jiejiao are buried here, how can I leave without permission? I hope the ancestor will not hesitate to teach me."

"Stubborn."

Ancestor Kunpeng was filled with murderous intent. His terrifying murderous intent locked onto Zhao Gongming. With a flash of his wings, he came to Zhao Gongming and kicked him on the arm.

Zhao Gongming was defeated and retreated thousands of feet before he could barely keep his balance.

Xukong Dizang smiled playfully and said: "Zhao Gongming, your death time has come. Ancestor Kunpeng, when are you going to kill Zhao Gongming?" He looked unruly.

He did not take Ancestor Kunpeng seriously.

“Bald donkey, you Western Religion disciples are not good people either. You preached in the North Sea and stole the fortune of the North Sea, causing the ancestor to lose the favor of the North Sea. The ancestor wishes to tear you Western Religion disciples into pieces.

And Zhunti and Jieyin plotted against me, I haven't settled the matter with them yet?"

bang~
A slap landed on the face of the talkative Xukong Jizang, causing him to stagger.

Almost fell into the formation.

"You, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, since you are the helper invited by Yuanshi Tianzun, if you don't contribute, I'm afraid you will be gone."

Xukong Dizang suppressed the anger in his heart.

(End of this chapter)