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

Chapter 131 Instructing Yang Jian carefully, dividing the treasure bag into treasure

After Maitreya left, Zhao Lang thought that the Western Church would not come to him again.

But on this day, Master Yuding suddenly came to visit, and Yang Jian also followed.

Ever since Yang Jian went mad last time, Yu Ding dared not leave him to practice in the cave alone, for fear that the Western Sect would take advantage of it again.

Zhao Lang moved it into the hall with a wave of his hand, and he looked at Yang Jian.

nodded.

Now Yang Jian is very close to the image of Erlang God in his heart.

Strength is also good.

With his current state, if he can be more diligent, he will probably be the strongest among the three generations of disciples by the time of the Conferred God Tribulation.

But it's still early.

"What's the matter? In a hurry."

Zhao Lang asked.

Yu Ding looked quite nervous, since he came to the hall he has been hesitant.

"Recently, I am afraid that the grandson will always target Yang Jian, and I keep mentioning him to Yuanshi Tianzun. Now the master has to see Erlang almost every day."

Oh?
Originally Yang Jian was a disciple of Daoist Yuding, Yuanshi Tianzun didn't see him very much, but after being afraid of keeping his grandson, he started to pay attention to him.

It seems that in the future, Yang Jian will enter the mortal world to help Zhou eliminate Zhou. If Yuanshi Tianzun is not familiar with him, he will not be sent to Kunlun at that time.

Zhao Lang wasn't worried about Yang Jian, as his physical sanctification was a certainty in the future.

But he didn't understand what the fear of leaving grandchildren was.

Could it be that he has been taught by the West?
Shouldn't be.

The launch of the catastrophe requires many opportunities.

Even if the right to initiate the Heavenly Tribulation is in Hongjun's hands, he can't just trigger the Quantitative Calamity abruptly. There must be some suitable reasons and excuses. It seems that everything is going with the flow.

Explaining and teaching the Golden Immortal to break the killing calamity is one of the opportunities.

If before that, fearing Liusun ran away to the Western religion, and the twelve golden immortals only became eleven, wouldn't it be impossible to activate the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods?

However, Zhao Lang wished that the catastrophe would not be activated, so that he, including the disciples around him, would be safe and sound.

The only downside is that the karma in the prehistoric world will continue to accumulate...

He began to look forward to it. If he was afraid of keeping his grandson and really apostasy in advance, what kind of cause and effect would there be?
Before arranging Yuding and Yang Jian to go back, Zhao Lang taught some new magical powers to Yuding, and then Yuding taught Yang Jian.

The reason for this is not because Yang Jian's qualifications are not enough.

Among all the people he has taught, Yang Jian's aptitude is second only to San Xiao and Zhang Ling, which wave belongs to the stronger one.

The main reason is that Yuanshi Tianzun has recently begun to pay attention to Yang Jian. If he directly imparts supernatural powers to him, there will inevitably be some cause and effect.

These causal relationships cannot be seen by ordinary people, but Yuanshi Tianzun, who is a saint, must be able to detect them easily.

After arranging for the two to go back to the mountain, Zhao Lang called Zhang Ling over.

I haven't paid attention to her cultivation recently, except for the previous battle with the Yaozu, it seems that Zhang Ling's performance is quite good.

Zhang Ling jumped in from outside the hall, saw Zhao Lang change instantly, and walked steadily into it.

Although Zhao Lang closed his eyes, he could feel it, but he didn't scold her. After all, everyone in Zhoushan Sect knew that Zhang Ling was active.

Although it looks like this on weekdays, it is not inferior to Xuan Heihu and others during the war.

Zhang Ling came to Zhao Lang and knelt down on the ground.

"Master looking for me?"

Zhao Lang slowly opened his eyes.

After tens of thousands of years, Zhang Ling is still in the same state as before, which is really rare.

He smiled: "What cultivation level is it now?"

Zhang Lingling blinked slightly, and after thinking for a while, said, "I'm about to become a mid-level quasi-sage!"

So fast?
This qualification is simply terrifying...

If Tianzun Yuanshi knew about it, wouldn't that guy go crazy?

Zhao Lang smiled and said: "Come on, I will pass on your new supernatural powers, and after you learn it, pass it on to all the disciples."

Afterwards, Zhao Lang passed the Chaos Blazing Demon Slash and the Golden Light Curse to Zhang Ling.

The latter is talented and intelligent, and he can learn it as soon as he learns it, and he has mastered it within half a month.

Immediately, Zhao Lang took out a treasure bag.

This is a Spirit Treasure that he made using the Treasure Refining Cauldron before. Although the grade is not high and it doesn't have much power, it is a world of its own and can store countless magic treasures. Zhao Lang got a few more, Prepare to give it to several disciples.

After all, not everyone is like him, who can hold the world with one sleeve...

Zhang Ling took the treasure bag, raised his head to ponder for a long time, and asked.

"Master, what is this?"

Zhao Lang laughed.

"Open it and see."

The latter slowly stretched out the golden thread on the treasure bag, squinted and blinked into it, but was taken aback.

"So many magic weapons?"

Inside the treasure bag, there is an infinite space, in which many magic weapons are piled up.

Zhao Lang smiled.

He opened his mouth and said: "Go on, you choose the magic weapon among them, and all the disciples also have a share."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ling had already disappeared in the treasure hall.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Lang walked towards the side hall.

He has been refining magic treasures during this time, and the grades include Houtian Lingbao and Lingbao.

However, he has already assembled the Myriad Treasures Immortal Formation, and the ten thousand magic treasures have turned into meteors in the formation diagram, which are integrated with the Myriad Treasures Immortal Formation. Forging magic treasures is purely a habit.

Thinking of the treasures that the disciples on the mountain did not have in their hands, he just wanted to refine some for these disciples and grandchildren.

He smiled in satisfaction, after practicing so many magic weapons, Zhao Lang's treasure refining materials were really exhausted.

Next, he will start learning alchemy.

In the prehistoric world, three things are the most precious.

Merit, magic weapon, elixir.

These three things are almost like ordinary people will never have the opportunity to touch, especially merit, this kind of thing is not something that can be obtained by picking up an old lady on the road and catching a few thieves.

Merit requires great deeds, great dedication, and at the same time someone willing to believe in you.

Zhao Lang had the opportunity to accumulate a lot of merit before, but when Xuanyuan and Shaohao were in power, he could completely cultivate the way of heaven. In this way, the accumulated merit can completely help him become a saint among saints the strong.

but.

Zhao Lang chose the avenue.

He never regretted it either.

Today, it is precisely because he has strengthened his heart countless times, to break through the shackles of heaven, and to become a great saint.

It's just that after he became a saint of the Dao, he discovered that the threat of the Dao of Heaven to him was far less than that of the Chaos. The threats posed to him by Yang Mei, the Chaos Demon God, and the Chaos Realm were greater.

Although he can no longer set foot in Chaos now, he always feels that there is still a chance.

In other words, Chaos will take the initiative to come to the door one day sooner or later...

Without thinking too much, Zhao Lang began to study the production of elixir.

Pills are an item in the prehistoric world that is hardly controlled by the Dao of Heaven.

It doesn't care about your heavenly restrictions on people. If your cultivation speed is very slow, you can use Chaos Pill or some medicine to improve your strength.

From this point of view, the pill is similar to Zhao Lang.

After starting alchemy, life became much faster.

After getting Zhao Lang's magic weapon, all the disciples were very excited and paid more attention to cultivation.

this day.

Inside the Zhoushan sect.

It is said that it is the Zhoushan sect, but in fact it is some dojos built by Zhao Lang's disciples and grandchildren around Buzhou Mountain. Although they are not as brilliant as the Chaos Palace or other saint sects, they still look vibrant and surrounded by fairy mist.

Numerous spiritual plants are mixed in, which makes Zhoushan sect even more mysterious.

The disciples used to practice in a dojo, and Zhang Ling and Xuan Heihu were in charge of managing them.

Those four fellows in Nine Dragons Island didn't have much interest in disciplining their disciples. They were rather lax, but they would impart supernatural powers to everyone from time to time. Occasional teachings were enough for these mortal disciples to practice for a long time.

The dojo is an open space, which can accommodate thousands of people, and is surrounded by dense forests of Buzhou Mountain.

Xuan Heihu sat in front of the disciples, watching them sit cross-legged and practicing, feeling happy.

If Zhao Lang hadn't rescued him from Xuandu, or Zhao Lang hadn't stepped forward at all, he must not be in the current state now.

Behind him, Zhang Ling was playing with a big knife in his hand, which looked quite like the Crescent Moon Sword used by big men.

In Zhang Ling's hands, there is always an indescribable sense of contrast.

Because she doesn't even have a knife length...

The big knife was close to two meters, and it looked like it belonged to someone like Xuan Heihu, but for some reason, Zhang Ling chose this magic weapon from the treasure bag.

According to her original words, it is too domineering, she likes it so much!
Xuan Heihu was resting with his eyes closed, enjoying this ordinary time.

But just when he was enjoying himself, there was a sudden sound of bitter wind behind him!

(End of this chapter)