Honghuang: Deceiving the Heavenly Demon Lotus, starting with deceiving the Western Church

Chapter 122: Rahu Appears
The words were still ringing in her ears, but they were as sharp as a sword. Nuwa knelt down with a plop and kowtowed three times respectfully to Hongjun.

Hongjun had a gloomy face and changed his position three times, making her kowtow in vain three times.

"I can't allow you to be so respectful that you can help outsiders and contradict your master."

"I don't know if you will ask me to return these three kowtows tomorrow."

Hongjun snorted coldly and thought to himself: "He is a traitor!!"

In front of all the saints in the sky, he lost all face today.

He was first scolded by Zhunti, and then insulted by Lingxiao.

Later, his old rival Luohou arrived as a phantom of divine thought, which meant that he was still alive.

Another round of ridicule.

And at this moment, Nuwa, to whom he had bestowed the most magical treasures, actually came forward to plead for the three evildoers! !
How to keep Hongjun in a good mood...

In this moment, Tiandao killed several inner demons for him.

But now, the inner demon has come back again.

This is all because of the oath Luohou made before he blew himself up: The higher the virtue, the higher the evil.

The stronger the monk, the stronger the inner demon!
Nuwa knelt on the ground with both knees, feeling bitter in her heart, and said, "Please understand, Master, it was not my first thought that I founded the human race to become a saint, but it was the guidance of Daoist Fellow Lingxiao."

"Although... although he is very mean and makes me want to beat him to death, but in the end, he has helped me achieve enlightenment."

"My disciple, I can't stand by and watch someone die!"

After that, many magic weapons flew out from Nuwa's brows, including the red hydrangea, the mountain and river map, the immortal cauldron of creation, and the treasure lotus lamp...

Many top-grade innate spiritual treasures flew out.

"I am willing to take out these magic weapons, and ask Master to spare their lives!"

Nuwa kowtowed but could not get up. The magic weapon remained in the void, waiting for Hongjun to take it away...

"Senior sister!"

Jie Yin and Zhunti flew over together. Jie Yin and Zhunti helped him up, and they were both moved.

"No need to kneel to him! My elder brother is such a great man, there is no problem he can't solve!"

"Just wait and see. Maybe the next moment, that old bastard will be in tears."

"Brother Zhunti, how could you... be so disrespectful to Master?"

"Humph! He was the first to favor the Three Pure Ones!"

At this moment, Ling Xiao looked at Nuwa and smiled faintly: "I taught you to become a saint just to cheat you of the magic weapon. You are still being sentimental here. Are all saints as stupid as you?"

Zhunti scratched his head and said, "Brother, I think Senior Sister is pretty good..."

Ling Xiao said coldly: "You don't have a brain either! What if it's a spy sent by Hongjun, who wants to pretend to be one of us, and then stab us at the critical moment, how should we deal with it?"

Zhunti was startled, then nodded and said, "After thinking about it, it does make sense."

Jie Yin's eyes flashed with a strange look, and he said, "Big brother is right!"

Nuwa clenched her fists, her cheeks flushed, and she looked at Ling Xiao, gritting her teeth and said, "You cheap man! Are you still trying to show off? But in order to repay your kindness, I will save you today."

Ling Xiao looked at Hongjun with great impatience and said, "Take your bastard disciple and get out of here! I still want to beat up the Three Pure Ones."

Hongjun felt much calmer. He looked at Nuwa and with a flick of his sleeve, those magic weapons were back in Nuwa's hands.

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

"I thought you had such a good relationship with him, but you didn't even want all your magic weapons for such a small favor of enlightenment."

"You will be punished to stay in the Wahuang Palace and recite the Yellow Court in silence for three thousand years. You are not allowed to go out."

Nuwa was moved to the Wahuang Palace and found herself in a formation. Even at her saintly level, she was unable to break the formation. She could only look at Kunlun Mountain across the formation.

Just as Hongjun was about to return to Zixiao Palace, something unexpected happened.

The twelve ancestors of the witch clan and Emperor Jun Taiyi of the demon clan came with a group of high-level officials.

Zhen Yuanzi Hongyun also rushed here.

If the Dragon, Phoenix and Kirin tribes had not received Ling Xiao's decree, they would not be allowed to leave their tribe without his permission.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will come.

Hongjun looked at everyone with confusion in his eyes.

The next moment, everyone started to plead for the three Ling Xiao brothers. All of them had received favors from Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao sighed, even in the ancient times, human relationships and worldly wisdom are still very useful.

Nuwa had previously come forward to plead for him, which was a manifestation of her gratitude.

However, the reason why Ling Xiao scolded her was that he didn't want her to be disliked by Hongjun and then be targeted by Hongjun.

Although he didn't need Nuwa to plead for him, if the two of them were face to face, he would definitely express his gratitude sincerely.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was looking at the people from the two tribes of wizards and liches, as well as Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun.

These people broke his inherent stereotype of the ancient immortals.

Fairy.

The immortal from ancient times pursues sainthood, breaks through shackles, and climbs to the top!

But now it seems that they are not cold-blooded NPCs who only know how to practice and become stronger.

But just like human beings, they are living flesh and blood.

A lifetime of torture by greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt, the five sufferings of Buddhism.

Even Hongjun would be depressed and angry because Nuwa did not speak up for him but spoke for herself instead.

This is a fake way of heaven.

This primitive world doesn't seem to be so perfect.

But Ling Xiao liked it very much, he thought it was interesting...

It seems that we can't hold the mentality that everyone is an NPC and only we are the protagonist.

Every living being you come into contact with should be taken seriously.

However, the most important moment now is to summon one hundred shadows of the fifth level of sub-saints and step into the prehistoric world.

Hongjun was furious at this moment. He flicked his sleeves, blew everyone away, and disappeared on the spot.

His voice came from the void.

"It has nothing to do with you, don't interfere!"

Hongjun returned to Zixiao Palace, sat on the jade platform, and prepared to enjoy the scene of the Three Pure Ones beating up the three people from the West.

And this moment.

Tongtian decided that when the three people from the West were defeated, he would let them go.

All living beings in the world were talking about this, saying that the three Lingxiao brothers would be killed in Kunlun Mountain.

"I have three Qings in one breath, plus myself, that makes four people."

"Yuqing, the original creation, gave rise to nine people. With him, there are ten people."

"Including Tongtian, there are fifteen people in total."

"With just the three Ling Xiao brothers, they can be blasted into slag in an instant."

"Don't forget, Sanqing still has three innate treasures!"

"Haha, Saint Nuwa saved him, but he was so stubborn. If he really had the strength, he would have suppressed the Three Pure Ones!"

"With more people, we can do whatever we want!"

"These three brothers still want to slap Daozu in the face, how crazy and ridiculous!"

As the voices of discussion in the void grew louder and louder, Ling Xiao, standing on the top of Kunlun Mountain, had already created the first shadow in his mind.

That figure stood out in the world with unrivaled elegance and grace.

For an instant.

Above the sky, the void broke open, and a ball of blazing white light slowly expanded.

In an instant, green rays of light spread out and transformed into a goddess with closed eyes, who slowly fell down with her bare white feet.

Beneath her feet was a long bridge made of willow branches that extended into the chaos, rippling with crystal light, like a fairyland.

At this moment, she opened her eyes, and the three thousand divine kingdoms around her burst out with endless power of faith, covering the endless primitive land.

(End of this chapter)