My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 120 "Resurrection" Red Cloud Patriarch
Eh?How to speak?
Zhao Lang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the Hongyun Patriarch would be so funny?
"No, Ben Sheng is not a person anymore?"

Zhao Lang looked at the old guy with a wry smile and asked.

"You don't have the breath of the human race on your body, and there are no traces of the transformation of the monster race. How did you transform?"

Patriarch Hongyun pinched his fiery red beard thoughtfully and smiled.

This is true, ever since Zhao Lang crossed over, he couldn't feel which race he belonged to, maybe he was a monster race, he didn't have the purple ghost power unique to the monster race, maybe he was a witch race, and his figure didn't look like it.

But he doesn't have the heart to think about it now.

"Old guy, weren't you killed by Kunpeng?"

Zhao Lang sat on the throne and asked with a smile.

Hearing the word Kunpeng, Patriarch Hongyun's face instantly became as red with anger as his beard and hair.

"It was he who attacked me. If I hadn't got this gourd, I could deposit the primordial spirit with it. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'd really die and disappear!"

Every word Hong Yun said seems to have happened yesterday.

After talking for about half an hour, Zhao Lang finally understood.

He nodded: "Then do you want revenge?"

A color suddenly flashed in Hong Yun's eyes.

"You want to help me?"

How to blackmail people?

When did I say I would help you?

"Why should I help you?"

Zhao Lang asked casually.

"You have to help me! If you can kill Kunpeng and Minghe and avenge me, I will treat you as my respect, and I will do my best in the future!"

Hong Yun said, bowing slightly.

You must know that this guy had a chance to become a saint at the beginning, but because he gave up a seat to Zhunti, he failed to become a saint, and was finally besieged and killed by Kunpeng, Minghe and others.

His reputation has always been good in the prehistoric times, and when everyone mentions Hongyun Patriarch, they all praise his heart and feel sorry for him.

Such a person wants to respect Zhao Lang at this time. Isn't the status of the latter the same as that of Hongjun?

Thinking about it, Zhao Lang almost laughed out loud.

He replied lightly: "I can help you, but these two guys are not so easy to kill, and we need to think about it in the long run."

Even so, Hong Yun is very grateful.

Suddenly, Zhao Lang remembered something.

"Ancestor Hongyun, you are in the state of primordial spirit now, don't you have a physical body?"

The latter nodded hesitantly. In the form of Yuanshen, he only has three or four out of ten cultivation bases of his body.

When Zixiao Palace preached, he was already a quasi-sage-level powerhouse. If he had a physical body and practiced so far, he might be able to reach Zhenyuanzi's level of cultivation.

"I do have a physical body here, I don't know if you want to use it temporarily."

Zhao Lang smiled and looked at Hong Yun.

Can actually create a flesh body?
That is a great supernatural power. It seems that this Zhoushan sage is very capable, and maybe he can really help him avenge his revenge.

Hong Yun nodded in agreement.

Then Zhao Lang moved his avatar Zhang Tian to the main hall.

On weekdays, the role of the avatar is to practice there, because Zhao Lang returned to the prehistoric world, and he personally mastered the sect, the role of all avatars has become less powerful, and without the primordial spirit and control of Zhao Lang's body, the avatar is like It is a body, although it has a free will, but it is not enough to sustain action or thought.

Before helping Hong Yun restore his physical body, it might be a good thing to put the primordial spirit on his avatar for the time being. In this way, Zhao Lang can have another helper by his side. The main reason is that Hong Yun's ancestor has a better reputation, like Zhen Yuanzi. Waiting for others, you should be polite when you see him now.

Without hesitation, Zhao Lang began to pass Hongyun Yuanshen to the clone.

Just for a moment.

The avatar opened his eyes.

The red light in the eyes shines out, like a sunset.

"From now on, this is your body, but I have other uses for this physical body. Since you have become him, you have to do me a few favors."

Zhao Lang smiled maliciously.

Hong Yun was startled.

You just re-experienced the physical body, so you have to arrange things for yourself?

Immediately, Zhao Lang told Hong Yun everything he was going to do to Lu Ya.

He is not afraid of the latter leaking the secret. After all, if he dares, Zhao Lang can destroy the avatar at any time. At that time, without the support of the physical body, Hongyun's primordial spirit is floating in the prehistoric wilderness, and it is easy to be discovered and swallowed.

Devouring other people's primordial spirit can enhance one's cultivation, which is a heretical way for those who don't want to practice hard.

"Saint!"

After hearing what he said, Hong Yun was shocked, and this physical body was just getting used to it at this time, and his expression was a little dull and embarrassed.

Zhao Lang didn't respond, just nodded lightly.

What is the origin of this person? In such a short period of time, apart from proving the truth, there is still a way to make a saint fall?

so horrible!

Hong Yun couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive towards Zhao Lang.

Under a simple arrangement, he arranged for Hong Yun to practice first in a cave in the gate of Zhoushan Zong. After all, he had just come out of the gourd, and his cultivation at this time must be relatively weak. Give him some time and he might recover as a quasi-sage There is no problem with strength.

And the gourd was also given to him by Zhao Lang. After all, it was originally his thing, and it was useless for Zhao Lang to keep it. Compared with magic weapons, Zhao Lang had tens of thousands of them, and he could refine them by himself.

But if people of this quasi-sage level can become their helpers, they will really earn money.

It seems that Zhao Lang is surrounded by people of this strength, but in Honghuang, on the mainland of China, Daluo Jinxian and Zhunsheng are still unattainable dreams for many practitioners.

It's just because Zhao Lang's cultivation speed is too fast...

After Hongyun was moved out of the secret realm by Zhao Lang, he walked all the way to the cave, and many Zhoushanzong disciples saluted him when they saw him.

He was still wondering, did he know them well?

However, Hong Yun also responded with a nod and a smile, and then returned to the cave to start training and recover her strength.

Xuan Heihu and Zhang Ling naturally heard about this time from their disciples, and after asking Zhao Lang, the latter only said that they wanted to keep it a secret.

I will stop asking.

day to day.

time flies.

Today, Zhao Lang was a little confused.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

He has been waiting for Kunpeng, wanting Kunpeng to come again, and then looking for an opportunity to send Patriarch Hongyun out as Zhang Tian to find Lu Ya.

But judging from the current situation, it is a bit abnormal that there is peace in the prehistoric.

Could it be that Taoist Yang Mei thought he was not doing well and had already killed him?
A chill hit his heart, Zhao Lang frowned.

Probably not, Taoist Yang Mei cannot be exposed to the prehistoric world, even if he is a Daoist saint, he cannot just appear so blatantly.

After all, the Great Desolation rejects the Dao, because there is only the Dao of Heaven here.

If it wasn't for Zhao Lang's secret realm of the Dao, he would have been punished by thunder every day.

In addition, Zhao Lang himself does not go out, so Tiandao does not reject him very much.

Yang Mei's soul is possessed by Styx, if she kills the people under the law of heaven, she will be discovered and very likely to be expelled from the prehistoric world.

It would be impossible to kill Zhao Lang, because Zhao Lang also violated the Dao of Heaven's practice, and the two Dao's would kill each other, and it was too late for Tiandao to be happy.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Lang gave up.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't come, now that the Sunshine Pill is in his hands, although Zhao Lang promised Nuwa to harm Luya, he didn't say what time it would take.

In addition, the golden light beads of the Golden Dao had already made Nuwa jealous of Zhao Lang, so she probably didn't dare to plot against him.

He sat cross-legged on the throne, breathed out spiritual energy and continued to practice.

If you want to improve your strength, you need to continuously breathe out spiritual energy. One breath of spiritual energy is inhaled into the air, the clear air rises and the dirty air falls, and the spiritual power circulates in the three palaces and six gates, day after day, round after round.

But Zhao Lang has now become a saint. Although this kind of practice has hardly improved him, it can stabilize his foundation.

If you want to improve your strength, you can only obtain the power of the Dao Law.

But it is not easy to obtain the law of the great way, after all, this is not the realm of chaos, Zhao Lang can obtain it by himself.

Only by relying on the system, the system can give him the ability to improve, and not giving him can only be the original thing of practicing day after day.

For cultivation, Zhao Lang will never be satisfied, because he is far from being invincible.

Two simple words, invincible.

how hard...

Sighing, Zhao Lang began to practice with his eyes closed.

However, just when he closed his eyes, a loud voice came from Jiutian.

Zhao Lang is a sage, with his eyes and ears listening to all directions, he naturally caught this movement.

He poked out his spiritual sense suspiciously, and came outside the secret realm of the Great Dao.

After seeing clearly, he was taken aback.

Who is that?
I saw a woman, dressed in colorful feathers, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, coming all the way from the position of Nantianmen towards Buzhou Mountain.

Behind him are thousands of heavenly soldiers, led by nine-headed worms.

"Princess, there is no way ahead, follow me back to heaven to plead guilty!"

The Nine-Headed Insect seems to have achieved the position of marshal now, and he looks more majestic than when he rescued Yang Jian before.

And the woman shouted without looking back.

"What crime am I guilty of? I heard that the sage Zhoushan is a man of great kindness. Let him judge for me today!"

"Master, how can you allow you to arrange it? You are so bold, stop!"

In this way, after running and chasing, the two of them came to the secret realm of the Great Dao.

At the same time, Zhao Lang's system prompt was triggered:
"Ding! It is detected that Princess Longji is asking for help from the host, so you can choose."

"One, retreat and ignore, let Princess Longji be lifted up to heaven by the Nine-Headed Insect, you can get Princess Longji's hatred."

"Second, move into the secret realm, ask the reason, and solve it, you can gain the admiration of Princess Longji."

Zhao Lang gave a wry smile. Recently, the system has always given some tasks without substantial rewards, probably because these tasks are relatively insignificant...

After hesitating for a moment, he made a choice and let it out.

"You run slowly!"

(End of this chapter)