People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 347: Zhao Gongming is defeated, Zhen Yuanzi comes to the rescue

"How can an old ancestor allow others to instigate him when he does something?"

Ancestor Kunpeng snorted coldly, looked around with the eyes of an eagle and a tiger, and frightened Xukong Dizang so much that he turned around and fled. In his opinion, Ancestor Kunpeng was more like a poisonous snake trapped in a cage.

There is no right way.

Whatever you want!
He was afraid that if he stayed here, he would be dragged away by Ancestor Kunpeng and sent to the Western Paradise.

"Running so fast."

Patriarch Kunpeng then set his gaze on Zhao Gongming, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. In Zhao Gongming, he saw the shadow of Lu Yue, the madman who destroyed his land of Beiming.

Clearly, he was only a Golden Immortal, but in the North Sea, he caused a huge wave and destroyed Guixu. Due to cause and effect, he was directly abandoned by the North Sea Heavenly Dao.

And he just wanted to continue to abuse his power in the North Sea.

What's wrong?

Was it just because he blocked Lu Yue's way? Didn't he know that it was the result of his own evil deeds? If it weren't for his greed, he would have wanted to take the treasure house of the demon clan for himself.

How could he be plotted against by Lu Yue?

"Zhao Gongming, why don't you leave? I was invited by Yuanshi Tianzun to intervene in the Conferred God Tribulation. I will bury you here today, and the Jiejiao will not dare to say a word of 'no'."

"What a loud tone."

Zhao Gongming's eyes turned cold: "You are a defeated general. You could have remained aloof and continued to be your demon master, but you took the initiative to fall into the calamity, which gave me the opportunity to get rid of you."

"kill!"

Zhao Gongming's Luobao Jinqian flashed a pair of snow-white wings and flew directly towards the Demon Master Palace. Ancestor Kunpeng smiled coldly: "It's just a trifle."

"When I was roaming the wilds, you were just a breeze that hadn't taken shape yet. Ten thousand years later, you joined the great sect of the saints and learned magical powers. You consciously don't take me and other seniors seriously. In the past, when I was the demon master of the demon court, even Master Tongtian had to stay away from me."

Zhao Gongming sneered.

"My master, Master Tongtian, is a saint of the Heavenly Dao. May I ask, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, you are just an old quasi-saint, standing still for billions of years. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Find a fight."

Ancestor Kunpeng was so angry that his three corpses exploded. Zhao Gongming's words hit him hard. When the Zixiao Palace distributed the saint positions, he should have had a seat.

His speed was unparalleled in the world. He was the first one to fly into the main hall of Zixiao Palace and occupy the enlightenment cushion that represented the sainthood. It was all because of Patriarch Hongyun who gave up the cushion.

As a result, he was slapped away by the Taoist Zhunti and missed the opportunity helplessly.

So: Hongyun must die.

Don't you know that everything is under the instruction of Hongjun Daozu? The saintly positions of Jie Yin and Zhunti are for him to repay the cause and effect of the destruction of the western spiritual veins. The Three Pure Ones were accepted as his personal disciples by Hongjun Daozu for the destiny of Pangu's creation of the world.

Nuwa goddess has the merit of creation.

May I ask what ancestor Kunpeng has?
He would definitely be the one who would be eliminated, but between active and passive, he chose the weakest one. Hongyun was not accepted as a disciple by Hongjun Daozu, and had not yet become a saint.

This... is a bit of hindsight.

Ancestor Kunpeng held up the Demon Master Palace and smashed it towards the falling treasure money.

The Demon Master Palace is not of the innate kind, but of acquired merit. It draws on the merit of the ancient demon court and is not wiped out by the falling treasures and money.

After returning empty-handed, Zhao Gongming cursed: "How have you managed to survive all these years when you are a demon master but don't even have an innate spiritual treasure?"

Ah ~
"Zhuzi, you are seeking death!"

Ancestor Kunpeng raised the Demon Master Palace and smashed it towards Zhao Gongming. Zhao Gongming threw out the gold ingot, which expanded in the void and expanded to the same size as the Demon Master Palace from a brick.

bang~
Sparks flew everywhere.

No one can do anything to anyone?
Zhao Gongming's gold ingots, which absorbed the power of the incense of humanity, were not as good as the Demon Master Palace, but they were not inferior for the time being. Humanity is long and money never sleeps, and the power of the gold ingots was activated again. It even directly knocked the Demon Master Palace away.

Although the Demon Master Palace in ancient times was a treasure of great merit, it absorbed the merits of the demon clan's education, which was much less than the incense and vows of gold ingots.

Ancestor Kunpeng held up the Demon Master Palace with one hand. He knew that the golden ingot was transformed from the incense of mankind. He was afraid and did not dare to shake the edge of the golden ingot head-on.

A competition between the two?
To put it bluntly, it is a competition between merit and willpower.

Now, with the rise of the human race and the rise of all other races, his hands were shaking slightly under the tide of humanity.

"Humph!"

Seeing that he could not take down Zhao Gongming quickly, Ancestor Kunpeng relied on his wings to reach an extremely fast speed, moving in the air, his body shape changing. Soon, countless phantoms of Ancestor Kunpeng surrounded Zhao Gongming.

He said coldly: "Zhao Gongming, today the ancestor will take your head."

After all, Zhao Gongming's chance of achieving enlightenment was far behind that of Ancestor Kunpeng, and his magic power was not as good as his. He had no choice but to smash the gold ingot in his hand towards Kunpeng. The phantom shattered, and Zhao Gongming could not help but cry out that something was wrong.

Ancestor Kunpeng found the right moment, raised the Demon Master Palace high and smashed it directly towards Zhao Gongming's head.

bang~
Zhao Gongming narrowly avoided the head, but his shoulder was still hit by the Demon Master Palace, and half of his body was destroyed in an instant.

Streaks of gilded blood fell, dyeing the sky red. Zhao Gongming was defeated and was defeated immediately.

For immortals and gods, this injury can be recovered naturally if given enough time, but now they are on the battlefield, how can Ancestor Kunpeng give Zhao Gongming time to recover from his injury?

Then he used the Kunpeng Dharma Image, grabbed a bunch of stars, and smashed them towards Zhao Gongming.

“Kunpeng, you are still so shameless that you actually deal with a junior. Wouldn’t you be laughed at by your former Taoist friends in Zixiao Palace?” The immortal Zhen Yuanzi came leisurely with the Book of Earth in his hand.

He used the technique of "The Universe in His Sleeve" to put Zhao Gongming into his sleeve.

When Patriarch Kunpeng looked down, he saw Zhen Yuanzi, who was ethereal, with a calm demeanor, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

“Zhen Yuanzi, you dare to set foot in Fengshen Temple instead of staying in Wuzhuang Temple. No! You are here to avenge Hongyun.” Ancestor Kunpeng reacted immediately, with Zhen Yuanzi’s otaku character.

If not necessary.

He was determined not to get involved in worldly affairs, so he took the initiative to attack and deliberately came to Juelong Ridge, obviously intending to kill him.

"Yes!"

The floating dust in Zhen Yuanzi's hand shook slightly and turned into thousands of fine threads, grabbing towards ancestor Kunpeng. There were three thousand floating dusts, and each strand was extremely poisonous, even a quasi-saint would be poisoned if he touched a little bit.

The body will also become paralyzed and sluggish.

"you."

Patriarch Kunpeng did not completely dodge, and when he was feeling proud, a thin thread fell on his back, and he instantly felt an unbearable itch on his back.

"Desolate sand!"

What did Ancestor Kunpeng seem to think of?
"You took the Fallen Gourd made by Hongyun and merged it into the Dust. You are really despicable."

Zhen Yuanzi sneered.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun was killed by you. Today, I will naturally use his Nine-Nine Fallen Gourd to avenge him. How does Patriarch Kunpeng feel about this?"

"It's just to tickle the ancestor."

"You said that Patriarch Hongyun was known as the good old man in the prehistoric world, and that the magic weapons he cultivated were more vicious than the last. Zhen Yuanzi, you avenged Hongyun, but have you ever thought about why?"

"What nonsense!"

Zhen Yuanzi said leisurely: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, there is no need for a loser like you who fled from the battlefield to tell us."

(End of this chapter)