My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 188

"Taiyi stay here!" Di Jun expressionless, stopped the furious Donghuang Taiyi.

"Brother?"

"Friend Daoist Han!"

The corners of Di Jun's brows twitched three or five times, his tone was still unhurried, even if he was also extremely angry, he still showed the peerless Ruhai City Mansion.

"Innate spiritual treasures are nothing but things outside of the body, and Jun doesn't pay much attention to them. If a saint needs them, Hetu Luoshu can offer them with both hands!"

As soon as Di Jun raised his hand, there were two nail-sized books and a nail in his palm, which were shining brightly.

"Just wait for our clan to get the help of the sage, go into the prehistoric and defeat the witch clan, don't talk about the innate spiritual treasure, even if you want me to be the emperor of heaven, how can I not give up for the sake of the monster clan?"

Tai Yi quickly calmed down, and snorted coldly, holding up the little bell that radiated a faint light in his palm.

The bell, floating three inches above his palm, slowly rotated, and the strong dao rhyme that suppressed the primordial universe continued to overflow, making Da Luo so frightened that he dared not look directly at it.

"That's right, don't say that the innate spirit treasure, you only need to defeat the Wu Clan, even if you offer my Eastern Emperor Bell with both hands, why not?"

Han Shou only felt dry mouth.

East Emperor Bell!
The Chaos Clock, one of the Three Treasures of Kaitian!

It can not only suppress the luck of the Great Teaching, but also suppress the prestige of the Hongmeng universe.

The quasi-sacred battle of Taiyi is rampant, and the three saints such as Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa who don't have innate treasures can't easily suppress it.

Even if Master Tongtian didn't use the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, if he wanted to take care of the saint's face, he wouldn't be able to easily suppress Tai Yi.

What if Taiyi is replaced by Dijun or Kunpeng?

Saints who can crush without raising their hands!

But only in terms of the difference in realm strength, Kunpeng, Dijun, and Taiyi are all in the realm of killing two corpses. The difference is that Taiyi is accompanied by an innate treasure to protect him!
This... is just the mysterious power that comes with the innate treasure!

What's even more amazing is to suppress the luck of the Great Teaching!
Qi luck, Xuanzhi is intangible and invisible, but it exists and flows all the time like an invisible air current.

Those with strong luck will have no disadvantages, as the way of heaven intends, and those with exhausted luck will not know that everything is going wrong and death is imminent.

A saint's own luck does not need to be suppressed, but to establish a religion and pass down the orthodoxy needs to be suppressed by treasures that will not let the luck pass away, and this is the mystery of the innate treasure.

Therefore, in the Great Desolation, apart from the Wu Clan and Taoist Ancestor, there are no monks who are not greedy for innate treasures, even saints are no exception.

Di Jun's eyes were bright, and he stared at Han Shou closely:

"Fellow!"

"Hetu Luoshu and Donghuangzhong, my brother is willing to give up this as a demon clan, as long as you defeat the witch clan, you can give it with both hands!"

"I only have one thing to ask my friend!"

"How does the sage guarantee that our clan can defeat the witch clan?"

"Shhhh~"

All the giants and generals of the monster tribe stared at Han Shou at the same time, and the heavy pressure like a mountain was enough to scare Da Luo Jinxian so much that he dared not move.

But... Han Shou has a majestic purple aura!
Even the coercion of the saint can be almost ignored, so are you afraid of the collective pressure of the monster clan?

Han Shou was shocked, with an expression like you're thinking about farting:
"Saint guarantee?"

"Could fellow daoist be suffering from hysteria?"

"This calamity is a dispute between the nobles and the witch clan. Although it involves the saint's orthodox lineage, the protagonists are still the demon clan and the witch clan of the Taoist friends. How can the saint personally guarantee it?"

"Saint, you can help fellow Taoists to deceive the secrets of the heavens and lay out the overall situation, so that everything will follow the wind and order, and break the formation of the gods, the greatest reliance of the witch clan!"

"But to defeat the Witch Clan, the Yao Clan still needs to fight to the death!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't anyone be able to participate in the battle for the protagonists of heaven and earth?"

All the demon saints looked at each other, Di Jun fell silent, too furious:
"Ah!"

"According to what you said, all the sages will be undefeated as long as we watch the fire from the other side, regardless of whether we win or lose?"

"If we win, we need to take the initiative to offer the companion treasure. If we lose, even if we have not fallen, we may not be able to fall well. At that time, the saint can still take the opportunity to seize it, hahahaha... so good!"

"Saint! Saint!"

"Is this... the sage who slaughtered all living beings in the past and the future?"

"How shameless?"

The veins on Taiyi's forehead popped violently, and he was angrily cursed.

The monster generals in Leichi Tiangong had mournful faces, and their eyes were gradually bursting out with anger and aggrieved.

The monsters looked at Han Shou with murderous intent, and wished they could immediately smash him into pieces to vent their hatred. That posture... seemed to regard Han Shou as a substitute for a shameless saint.

Han Shou lowered his eyelids, his heart beating wildly.

Desperately control the slightly trembling muscles in the face.

Di Jun took a deep breath, raised his hand to stop the monsters who were about to burn Han Shou into ashes in a rage.

"Friend Daoist Han!"

"The saint asks, I... promise!"

"Boom~"

There was an uproar in Tiangong.

Di Jun raised his hand to stop the commotion of the demons, and looked down at Han Shou with contemptuous eyes:
"So far, our clan and the Wu clan have only one victory!"

"My family is victorious. Since then, the greatness of the prehistoric world, the peak of demons, and the luck of heaven and earth to prove the Tao, what pity do Lingbao and other things outside of the body have?"

"When we are defeated, all the good fortune and cultivation of our body will be empty, and the treasures we carry are just wedding dresses!"

"Fellow Daoist, let's separate a strand of Yuanshen into my Spirit Treasure!"

Di Jun was decisive in killing and attacking, and actually agreed, and threw out Hetu Luoshu with a raised hand.

Tai Yi also threw the small bell to Han Shou without any hesitation.

Two top-grade innate spirit treasures and one innate treasure flew towards Han Shou so lightly, stunned Han Shou on the spot.

"hu~hu~"

The three spirit treasures with deep dao rhyme slowly revolved around him.

Han Shou's heart jumped out of his chest with a "thud bang".

For a moment, Wan Nian roared: "It's... It's done?"

"That's it?"

"Di Jun actually agreed?"

"My calculation...is there really any hope of success?"

Dijun and Taiyi agreed that he would brand a wisp of Yuanshen into the Lingbao, but it didn't mean that Hetu Luoshu and Donghuang Bell no longer belonged to the Yaozu, the emperor.

They are still the masters of Hetu Luoshu and Donghuang Bell.

It is also impossible for Han Shou to manipulate or even influence them to activate the spirit treasures as before with a trace of Yuanshen brand.

There is only one benefit to this move.

When Dijun and Taiyi fall, Hetu Luoshu and Donghuangzhong will have a subtle connection with him.

Let Han Shou find the three spiritual treasures according to the hidden connection, or add a fate with the three treasures out of thin air, and be eligible to participate when the spiritual treasures re-select their masters.

Therefore, as far as Yu Dijun Taiyi was concerned, the accompanying Lingbao had an extra trace of Han Shou's soul brand, and apart from humiliating and disgusting them, there was actually no loss at all.

Of course, if the person who has been imprinted with the primordial spirit is replaced by a saint, Di Jun would not dare to be tempted, otherwise, he would really be like a meat bun beating a dog with no return.

Han Shou's cultivation base is enough to make him feel at ease that he will not steal chickens and lose money.

"Om~"

On the surface, Han Shou was calm and calm, but in fact, his whole body seemed to be flying up in place!

Slowly separate three wisps of Yuanshen brand, blending into Hetu Luoshu and Donghuang Bell silently.

In the dark, a trace of seemingly nonexistent connections just came into being.

"Shhhh~"

Dijun and Taiyi took back the Lingbao.

……

After half a day.

Ziwei Xingleichi Tiangong main hall entrance.

Di Jun personally condensed the Jinhong Avenue for Han Shou, and sent him to the Great Teleportation Passage back to the Great Desolation.

"Friend Daoist Han!"

"Whether our family can return to the prehistoric times, we need to rely on the help of fellow Taoists!" Di Jun said solemnly.

"The fellow daoist said before that he was calculating, I will start to settle immediately, 'Jun' only hopes that fellow daoist will return to the saint as soon as possible."

"As for the hard work of fellow daoist this time, when fellow daoist returns from his life, 'Jun' will offer a great gift!"

Di Jun smiled lightly, and Tai Yi followed beside him with a dark face, personally practicing for Han Shou.

Han Shou kicked lightly and shallowly, suppressing his tranced mind, and pretended to be courteous with Di Jun.

"Overrated, overrated!"

"Han Shou is also serving the saints, you don't need to worry too much, this time...you will live up to your trust!"

"Two fellow Daoists, please stay!"

(End of this chapter)