Honghuang: How could I, Taiyi, have any bad intentions?

Chapter 146 When have I, Zhunti, ever suffered such a loss?

When Zhunti said this, the Immortal Jinding also became angry.

Even though I was just angry for a moment.

But the rebellious spirit in my heart also rose up.

I ran away, but you caught up with me.

You have no intention of letting me go at all, right?

It would be fine if you don't intend to let me go.

You mock me like this when we meet. Do you really think I am Kunpeng?
The more Jinding Daxian thought about it, the angrier he became, and he immediately replied, “What the saint said is true.

Why am I running away? Doesn’t the saint know it best?
A monk came to my temple with your treasure of enlightenment.

I thought I was no match for him, so I had no choice but to give up my temple.

Since I transformed, I have never stepped out of the temple.

First, don’t make enemies; second, don’t cause trouble.

I thought this would allow me to practice with peace of mind.

Who would have thought that I would be so cautious.

But it can still bring disaster upon you.

It seems that this ancient land really cannot accommodate independent cultivators like us.

I am blocked by the saint today, so I admit defeat.

The only thing I can do is to be beaten to death by you on the spot, or to be enslaved by you from now on.

come on!

This is a good opportunity for all the fellow Taoists in the prehistoric world to learn from my mistakes.

Get out of the wilderness as soon as possible and find another place to practice.

Otherwise, you will follow in my footsteps sooner or later.

Even a cultivator like me who never leaves the temple ends up like this.

For those Taoist friends who often go out, their final fate is predictable."

After he finished speaking, the Immortal Jinding separated a wisp of his soul and sent it forward to Zhunti.

But when Zhunti looked at the spirit in front of him, he felt it was extremely hot.

When you say that, aren't you putting me under fire?
Originally, Zhunti was prepared to say a lot of words to cover up the matter.

But now that Jinding Daxian said this, things became complicated again.

No matter what choice he makes next, the Western Church's persecution of the quasi-saint monks has been completely nailed to the post.

Even if he, Zhunti, released the Golden Summit Immortal now, their notoriety would spread throughout the prehistoric world after today.

In this way, there is a temptation for a quasi-saint monk to join.

On one side is Western religion, which will surely bear a bad reputation in the future.

Zhunti was taken advantage of.

No matter what choice Zhunti makes this time, he will be badly branded.

The only difference is that you accept this ray of soul.

It can be considered as making up for some of the losses.

If the Western religion does not accept this spirit, it will have to bear the bad reputation for nothing.

After thinking for a moment, Zhunti felt that he was doomed to suffer a bad reputation.

Then you have to get the benefits first.

When have I, Zhunti, ever suffered such a loss?

As for what happens next, it can only be slowly diluted by time.

After thinking about it, Zhunti said with a dark face: "I originally asked Subhuti to invite you with sincerity.

Although you misunderstood my meaning.

However, since you have accepted my invitation, there is no reason for me to refuse.

You will return to Mount Xumi with me later."

After he finished speaking, Zhunti stretched out his hand and took in the spirit of the Golden Summit Immortal.

And just when Zhunti took the soul of the Golden Summit Immortal into his hands.

The hundreds of quasi-saints who had been practicing in the ancient times could no longer sit still.

There's no way anyone can sit still.

When Yuanshi Tianzun took action before, he at least used the trick of inflicting pain to cover it up.

This guy Zhunti doesn't even want to pretend anymore.

Today it’s the Jinding Daxian, who knows who it will be tomorrow?

As long as you are still in the primitive times, it means that you can't escape the methods of these saints.

In just a moment, the quasi-saints in the prehistoric world communicated with each other and went towards the chaos in groups of three or five.

Of course, they didn't just run away when they went to Chaos.

They were going to find Zixiao Palace. If they could get the answers they wanted in Zixiao Palace, then it would be better for them to stay in Honghuang.

After all, it’s unknown how long it will take to find other worlds suitable for cultivation.

Not every cultivator has the courage to become a great immortal.

When these quasi-saints went towards the chaos, a hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of Zhen Yuanzi of Wanshou Mountain.

Then he went towards chaos.

I've long disliked those two shameless guys.

If we can't beat them, we'll beat their brains out.

Now Zhunti has lost his mind and done something that has angered everyone.

How could Zhen Yuanzi miss such an opportunity?

Anyway, there are hundreds of quasi-saints going with them, and Zhen Yuanzi can only be regarded as a follower of the group.

With other monks leading the way, what is there to be afraid of?

This difference in status made the two thieves feel very uncomfortable.

In the Golden Light Cave Heaven of Qianyuan Mountain, Taiyi naturally also noticed the actions of that group of cultivators.

But he didn't care.

This was all done by the ancestor of heaven, what does it have to do with me, Taiyi?

As for the ancestor of heaven?

Isn't this already being punished in the confinement room?

As long as the board doesn't hit me, Taiyi, you can do whatever you want.

In fact, the more trouble you make, the happier I, Taiyi, will be.

As for whether it will implicate his own master?

That's even more impossible!
After all, it was Patriarch Huang Tian himself who said these words of contempt for the saint.

The ancestor of heaven didn't force him to say that.

My own master took action only after Patriarch Huang Tian made some rude remarks.

Then, Taiyi sent a message to Patriarch Cangtian and Patriarch Huangtian: "You two have been fighting for such a long time, it is time for you to finish.

That’s all for now.

What should you do? Go do it! "

As Taiyi finished speaking, Patriarch Huangtian looked at Patriarch Cangtian viciously.

Then he grinned with his lips swollen like sausages and a pair of black eyes and said, "Since the emperor has spoken this time, I will let you go.

I will come back to trouble you someday, you bastard!"

After saying this, Patriarch Huangtian did not even look at Patriarch Cangtian who was lying on the ground pretending to be a dead dog.

He moved his legs and limped out of the confinement room.

This time it was a fierce battle with the blue-blooded thieves.

Although he paid a heavy price.

A bruised face and nose were only minor injuries, but one of his legs was broken.

However, the thieves in heaven are even more miserable.

Not only was he beaten black and blue, but all five of his limbs were broken as well.

The reason why such a tragic result occurred was that by the end, neither of them cared about any tricks or routines.

That is, as long as you can hit the opponent, you will rush forward regardless of the consequences.

Eyeballing, kicking in the crotch, strangling, etc.

Anyway, do whatever you want in a sinister way.

As long as I can hear my opponent scream.

After Patriarch Huang Tian came out of the confinement room, his magical power turned and his injuries were immediately healed.

As for why he didn't recover from his injuries during the fight.

Of course it’s because I don’t have the time to recover.

Secondly, the circulation of magic power will inevitably cause misunderstandings from the opponent.

When the time comes, I’ll use my true strength, and the confinement room will be demolished if we’re not careful.

The consequences would be much more serious than a bruised face.

After Patriarch Huangtian left, Patriarch Cangtian, who was lying on the ground, twitched his broken arm.

Now the only thing that is on Old Ancestor Cang Tian’s mind is, it hurts so much!
I have had countless fights with Patriarch Huang Tian before.

But I never expected that the old thief's physical body was so strong.

What a miscalculation!
If I had known that the old thief's body was so strong, only a fool would have fought with him.

Fighting is a technical job.

Isn't it foolish to ignore your own advantages and insist on close combat?

(End of this chapter)