Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 780 Hand it over (two in one)

Looking at the bloody mosquito condensed by the power of the primordial spirit, its ferocious mouthparts flew towards him with boundless killing intent, Luo Hu shook his head lightly, this little mosquito was still too young, since he dared to spend How can such a large mana to modify the rules of heaven and earth have no trump card?
"go with!"

Hearing a soft shout from Luo Hu, the blood-red god-killing spear held in his palm suddenly appeared in the Purple Mansion. With a flick of the gun body, endless murderous aura immediately spread over the surface, enveloping the entire Purple Mansion. , and the primordial spirit of Taoist Mosquito, in the face of this murderous aura that could almost destroy the world, was divided into tens of millions of pieces, and then completely disappeared in the Three Realms, never to be seen again. failed to show up.

The sage is the strongest force between heaven and earth, so strong that he regards all living beings as ants, but above the sage, reaching the realm of Luohu and Hongjun, it is no longer a matter of strength. They can modify the way of heaven and manipulate the rules.

No matter how powerful a saint is, it is within the rules, and it is also within the scope of the way of heaven, and people can modify the rules however they want, and saints are naturally unable to play against them.Of course, it is not a simple matter to amend the rules of heaven in this way. Even Hongjun and Luohu in their heyday would consume a lot of magic power, let alone this trace of primordial power.

It’s just modifying the rules of heaven and earth here in the blood sea, which almost collapsed Luo Hu, who was the primordial spirit. If the Mosquito Taoist hadn’t spoken too arrogantly, Luo Hu would not fight this tone, and had to kill him, the majestic demon ancestor, even a primordial spirit , It's too embarrassing to say that you can't deal with a small mosquito.

"It takes a long time to cultivate for a short time, so let them live a peaceful life for a few more days." Luo Hu shook his head and smiled wryly as he felt the situation in Dao Mosquito's body. Third, the price has to be borne by oneself.

Zhunsheng Erzhongtian is too reluctant to manipulate the power to modify the rules of the world. Now this physical body looks fine on the surface, but it is actually seriously damaged. If you don't want to take a good rest, don't talk about doing it with others, you are afraid of leaving Take the last step, and it will immediately become a puddle of meat, the kind that can't be picked up!

"Liu Er, go and protect me. I'm going to retreat for a long time. If anyone breaks in, I'll kill them all!" Luo Hu ordered back into his physical body.

The six-eared macaque didn't dare to ask any more questions. The vision just now fell into his eyes. Anyway, in his opinion, this Demon Ancestor is the endorsement of omnipotence. Just tell him what to do and agree, so he Responded, and then walked towards the outside of the hall.

Seeing the back of the six-eared macaque disappear into the palace, Luo Hu closed his eyes and began to repair the injuries in his body. The blood sea palace returned to its former silence.

The gods and demons of the Three Realms didn't know what happened in the sea of ​​blood, and they never thought that the high-spirited Taoist Mosquito, who had just obtained the God-killing Spear, would dare to be forcibly taken away like this.Time flies, 400 years in the blink of an eye, since Chen Xiang split the mountain to save his mother, the three worlds have returned to their former peace, and it seems that they will continue to be so peaceful.

"The realm of saints, the realm of saints!" Tongtianhe Shuifu, Mo Chen fell on the throne and shouted helplessly.

In the past, Daoist Mosquito Debao, everyone thought he was going to make a big fuss, and each of them withdrew their influence, but he never came out. After a long time, everyone lost their patience, and naturally they should do what they should do.

For hundreds of years, Mo Chen has been running around in the Three Realms, looking for all kinds of innate qi for the Ninth Grade Qinglian to devour. He is connected with this fetish and can clearly perceive its changes. Ninth-rank Qinglian has grown a lot, but there is always a slight gap between the twelfth-rank flower blooming, and no matter how much it absorbs, it will not be able to pass this hurdle.

Not only that, relying on the growth of the ninth-grade Qinglian, he also went quite smoothly in the practice of the quasi-sage third heaven, and soon reached the state of perfection, but that's it, the bottleneck of the saint is like a moat, he There is no way to get past it.

That's why Mo Chen didn't retreat now, instead he sat on the throne and yelled boringly. The retreat is useless to him. Don't you see that the Jade Emperor, including Master Xuandu and others, have been closed for so many years? Is that so?

Poor Mo Chen has practiced so far, and this is the first time he has been trapped in a realm for so long. He even went to find Master Xuandu to exchange his cultivation experience. Unexpectedly, Master Xuandu ignored him and left a sentence Waiting for a Yuanhui, Qinglian will bloom twelve ranks and drive him out.

That's right, just waiting, thinking that the green lotus seed is a god of heaven and earth, conceived by the 36th grade chaotic green lotus, but it took hundreds of years to be opened by Mo Chen to the 3000th grade, and the ginseng fruit still takes 3000 years to grow. It blooms, bears fruit in 3000 years, and matures in [-] years. If you want to pass the twelfth grade, you will naturally have to wait!

A Yuan will say whether it is long or not, and it is certainly not long if it is placed on others. Whoever can cultivate into the quasi-sage third heaven, who has not experienced several catastrophes, but put it on Mo Chen, this guy is full of fights. The appearance of more than a thousand years, let him wait for a unit of time measured in ten thousand years, he can only feel full of despair.

But despair also has to wait, just wait, anyway, there is still hope for flowering, which is much better than those quasi-sacred three heavens who can't figure it out.

During the days when he was free, Mo Chen wandered around when he had nothing to do. Great sages, quasi-sages, and even many demon kings, everyone who was familiar with him was often beaten by him, and his drinking capacity increased a lot.

Just when Mo Chen was lamenting that the realm of sainthood was hopeless, a little demon suddenly walked in, knelt down and reported, "My son-in-law, the God of Heishuihe is asking to see you."

The God of Heishui River is Mo Chen's uncle Aorui. He moved out with the fourth princess since he got married. After all, he got married and lived in Bibotan Dragon Palace all day long. Being reprimanded by the old dragon king, it would be too embarrassing. up.

"Let him come in." Mo Chen ordered.

These days when Mo Chen was free, Ao Rui came here frequently, always begging Mo Chen to teach him how to cultivate, or to ask for some pills and magic weapons. Zhi Aorui, otherwise how could he concentrate on cultivation?

The little demon got the order and hurried out to invite people in. Not long after, Ao Rui swaggered into the main hall. Not only that, he was also holding a handsome boy in his hand, about seven or eight years old. The little dragon horn is really cute.

This is Ao Rui's only son born to Ao Xin'er for so many years, a pure-blooded dragon named Ao Yang, who is extremely talented, only a hundred years old this year, and his cultivation level is already approaching the level of an immortal.

"Yang'er, come to Uncle!" Mo Chen waved to the little doll with a smile on his face.

Ao Yang had a stern face, and shrank behind Ao Rui in fear, and did not go there.

"Brother-in-law, don't tease Yang'er, he's still young." Seeing this, Ao Rui said helplessly, there was a reason why Ao Yang was afraid of Mo Chen.

Although Xiaowa is small, he also knows his likes and dislikes. Every time this uncle plays with him, he has no good intentions. He pretends to be a ghost to scare him, and asks him to play with fire, but he is burned into a bald man without eyebrows or hair. If it wasn't for the fact that his uncle would give a lot of good things every time he came to Tongtianhe, he wouldn't want to come again.

"Not too young, not too young. I'm over a hundred years old. I'm as old as him, and I've already started to venture into the Three Realms." Mo Chen said with a smile. It was difficult for him and Ao Qian to conceive blood descendants. It is the tightness of caring.On weekdays, he pretends to be a ghost, just to play with this little baby, and burns him with the real sun fire, in order to purify his blood and mana, and lay a good foundation for him, but the child is too young to understand it now.

"Dragon clan is different from ordinary monster clan. They are around a hundred years old, which is equivalent to the age of ordinary people." Ao Rui led Ao Yang to sit aside, and then said: "Where is my sister, haven't you left the customs yet?"

Dragons are born with strong bloodlines, and they can transform from birth, hundreds of times stronger than those like Mo Chen, who have to gradually cultivate their transformation from a little crow.

"Qian'er hasn't left the customs yet. Why do you have time to come to me today? Isn't it to show off your cultivation in front of me?" Mo Chen saw through Ao Rui's realm at a glance, and he had already broken through to the level of a fairy. As it should be, he has given a lot of pills these years, not to mention that Ao Rui has good qualifications, even if he changes dogs, he can break through.

The reason for Ao Qian's retreat also has something to do with Ao Yang's birth. My uncle got married later than her and had an heir first. Stimulated by this, she pulled Mo Chen to work hard for a long time, but she couldn't conceive. , Only then became disheartened and put all my mind on cultivation.

"Hehehe, speaking of it, I have to thank my brother-in-law!" Ao Rui cupped his hands at Mo Chen.

"Let's be honest, why did you come to me, don't you say that you came to visit Qian'er?" Mo Chen said with a smile, doesn't he know that his uncle is the master of the Three Treasures Hall? .

Seeing that Mo Chen asked him to speak directly, Ao Rui didn't hold back, and said bluntly: "To tell the truth, brother-in-law, this guy is about to break through the earth, I want you to find a famous teacher for him, otherwise, Even if he practices my Dragon Clan's skills, even if he has good aptitude, he will at most be like his father in this life, a golden immortal."

"It turned out to be this matter. Yes, Yang'er has reached the age to find a master." Mo Dust nodded. The loose immortal is okay, but once he breaks through the earth immortal, the path is almost settled, and he will switch to other cultivations. Famen was too late.

"Who do you want Yang'er to worship as a teacher? Although speaking, I will do it myself. Presumably, in the current Three Realms, there is no one who will not give me this face." Mo Chen said quite confidently.

Since he defeated the Jade Emperor Tathagata in the first battle that day, the entire Three Realms has recognized him as the No. 1 under the saint. In a one-on-one situation, no one has the confidence to beat him.And Mo Chen's Taoism today, with the Chaos Clock in his hand, and the two instruments of the sun's real fire, sitting in this seat is worthy of the name.

"I heard that Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun has always been on good terms with your brother-in-law, why not..." Ao Rui said a little embarrassedly, Yang Jian is recognized as the number one God of War in the heaven, with a great reputation and a saintly lineage, if he hadn't With Mo Chen here, Ao Rui never dared to think of him as his son's master.

"Yang Jian?!"

Mo Chen frowned, and suddenly realized that his brother-in-law had heard the reputation of the Erlang of the Yang family from somewhere, so he wanted to be a teacher. Speaking of which, Yang Jian's cultivation level was more than enough to be Yang'er's master, but Well……

"Brother, I'm afraid Yang Jian can't do it, let Yang'er join the sect of Jiejiao, and I'll go and talk to the Holy Mother of Wudang." Mo Chen thought for a while, and ruled out Yang Jian.

"Why?" Ao Rui asked a little puzzled.

"Jiejiao pays attention to teaching without discrimination, while Chanjiao attaches great importance to blood aptitude. Although Yang'er has good aptitude, his dragon bloodline will inevitably be suppressed by his fellow Chanjiao. Besides, Yuanshi Tianzun's Taoism is not friendly to aliens. , It is also very difficult to practice, it is better to cut off the teaching." Mo Chen explained.

In Jiejiao, the monster clan has produced so many great abilities, and in explaining teaching, a Huanglong real person can't get enough of high or low. When it comes to teaching students seriously, Jiejiao is better than explaining teaching.

If there hadn't been the Conferred God War in the past, and if Jiejiao still existed, today's Three Realms, I am afraid that all of them are the world of Jiejiao, and the quasi-sage Daluo is unknown, so how can there be a foundation for other forces to gain a foothold?
"If you say to stop teaching, it means to stop teaching. Your knowledge is always better than mine." Ao Rui nodded and said, speaking of Mo Chen, this uncle, although he is a bit of a dude, he is still obedient.

Seeing that he agreed, Mo Chen smiled and said: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Since Yang'er is here, after we have dinner, I will take him to Jin'ao Island."

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Lingshan, Daleiyin Temple.

"All conditioned methods are like dream bubbles, like dew, and like electricity, so you should look at it like this..."

The Tathagata sat high on the lotus platform, his tongue glistened with lotus flowers, and one after another Buddhist mantras came out of his mouth. In the whole hall, all the Buddhas listened intoxicated, there was no sound, and it was extremely quiet.

But all of a sudden, in the Daleiyin Temple, which was filled with Miaoli Buddha's voice, there was a burst of applause, and the sound was very clearly transmitted to the ears of every monk.

Tathagata stopped lecturing, and all the Buddhas opened their eyes to look at the source of the sound. They saw a young Taoist wearing a blood-red Taoist robe at some time in this Buddhist holy land. The Taoist's cheeks were sunken. , the eyes are dark, the whole body is full of evil spirits, one looks like a fierce and stubborn person, who is not the Taoist Mosquito who has been robbed?
The monks and Buddhas in this hall are naturally no strangers to Taoist Mosquito. After all, Taoist Mosquito used to snatch the golden lotus of merit with great arrogance before, but they all saw it. The Vajra Arhat who protected the Dharma jumped out and scolded: "Bold demon!" , even trespassed on the Holy Land of Lingshan, interrupted my Buddha's lecture, why don't you quickly kneel down and admit your mistake, and ask my Buddha Tathagata for forgiveness?"

"Ask Pindao to admit his mistake?" Mosquito Taoist shook his head and smiled, but he ignored the monk. He is Luohu, not Mosquito Taoist, and he is too lazy to argue with such ants.

He stretched out his hand and waved it, and a big blood-red gun was in his hand immediately, overflowing with murderous aura, the terrifying power contained in it made the Buddhas intimidated as if they were entering an Asura killing field, they only felt that death was approaching, and life and death were in the hands of humans.

"Tathagata, do you still want to fight with the poor Taoist? Hand over the golden lotus of merit." Taoist Mosquito said with a smile, but his tone was a real threat...

Ps: Thanks to the book friend 161215172624668 for the reward of [-] coins...

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