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

Chapter 209
"Are the Jiejiao disciples so arrogant?"

The voice was extremely flat, but it was accompanied by quasi-spirit power.

Everyone was surprised and followed the prestige.

In mid-air, Zhen Yuanzi and Patriarch Bodhi descended slowly.

Seeing these two, Wu Yunxian frowned.

Even if he is the Great Luo Jinxian, he certainly cannot compare with the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan!

The latter is a true quasi-sage!

Still the one that has reached its peak.

In the prehistoric world, apart from the saints, the strongest characters are people like this!
With amazed eyes, he accepted the magic weapon as if.

That being said, Zhen Yuanzi certainly heard what he said earlier.

"I'm here in person, what do you want?"

Zhen Yuanzi's voice was calm, and he seemed to be dismissive of the head of the Seven Immortals who attended the teaching.

Even the Master Tongtian should be more polite when he sees Zhen Yuanzi, and he will not speak so presumptuously like Wu Yunxian just now.

After all, they were also three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, the latter did not become holy, it was only because of his detached state of mind.

They didn't know that Zhen Yuanzi's primordial purple energy had been taken away by Zhao Lang.

Therefore, the saints still respect him very much.

The Bodhi Patriarch next to him has even more background.

Zhun mention the clone of the saint!
Why did the two of them appear at this time?
Frowning tightly, Wu Yunxian noticed something strange.

Puzzled in his heart, he actually checked directly through his divine sense, but after observing for a while, there was no result.

He could only look at the former with a gloomy face and embarrassment.

Zhao Lang, who was observing secretly, was happy.

You still want to find me, my ancestor?
Give you another [-] million years and you won't be able to do it!
With a snort, Zhao Lang continued to observe below.

Zhen Yuanzi stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of Cheng Tang, looking at the latter.

he asked lightly.

"you?"

Cheng Tang nodded and was speechless for a moment. He never thought that his own words would actually make the ancestor of the earth immortal appear.

Zhao Lang immediately sent a voice transmission.

"Say you are a disciple of Zhou Shanzong."

Cheng Tang was excited and hurried to learn the Tao.

"Senior Wuliang, we are all disciples of Zhoushan Sect! That person is originally from the same sect, but now he joins forces with the sect to kill us!"

After a few words, there is also adding fuel and vinegar.

Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction, and his spiritual thoughts swept towards Zhen Yuanzi.

The latter frowned slightly.

A disciple of Zhou Shanzong.

That is Zhao Gongming's disciple.

The side where I met him before had a good conversation, but unfortunately the latter has passed away at this time.

It's a pity for the dignified Daoist saint...

Such a powerful sect of Zhou Shanzong has become torn apart.

It's really unbearable.

What's more, Patriarch Bodhi was by his side at this time, and the two of them were still discussing about the great good just now.

In fact, Zhunti wanted to talk to him, but he just borrowed Bodhi's mouth.

If he helps him, it will even appear that he is a kind person, Great Immortal Zhenyuan.

Ah!
Nodding his head, Zhen Yuanzi turned around and looked at Wu Yunxian.

As a result, the latter felt that something was wrong.

"The Great Immortal Zhenyuan is not a saint sect. This is the grievance between me and Zhou Shanzong. It's not good for you to intervene!"

The corner of Wu Yunxian's mouth twitched, but his words revealed his confidence in Jujiao.

"Even if Master Tongtian came here in person, I will also take care of today's matter."

Zhen Yuanzi said lightly.

The expression is dismissive.

"you!"

Wu Yunxian glared angrily, but she really had no brains when she made a move.

No matter how strong he is in the Saint Sect, no matter how much he is a favored disciple.

But his own cultivation is no more than Da Luo Jinxian.

The other party is the ancestor of the earth immortal and the pinnacle of quasi-sage.

It's not easy to put yourself at a disadvantage.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, then turned around and looked at Hong Jin.

This kid has a great hatred for Zhou Shanzong, maybe he knows something about Zhao Gongming, why not bring him back to Penglai Island?

He stared at Hong Jin, making the latter a little nervous.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Yunxian waved his hand, and Hong Jin in front of him was taken into his sleeve like a magic weapon.

As soon as he stomped his feet, a cloud lifted him up and went straight into the sky.

Zhao Lang didn't show up the whole time, but he kept helping Cheng Tang.

Wu Yunxian left, but he still did not relax his vigilance.

Because there is still a Bodhi Patriarch.

And under the glance of his divine sense, he saw it.

There was a strange light in the eyes of Patriarch Bodhi looking at the eighteen disciples and grandchildren of Zhou Shanzong.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Lang discovered it.

Does this old dog want to save people again?

I was a little nervous in my heart, and looked carefully, as expected, the latter had already started...

"Little friend! You have a great relationship with the Western religion!"

"Eh? Your aptitude is not bad!"

"Go to the West to teach, I can help you introduce it!"...

With a few words, the disciples were a little at a loss.

But fortunately, Zhao Lang planted a cause and effect in their hearts.

They won't have any other ideas before supporting Chengtang to achieve greatness.

The saint's mana is hidden so deep that even the Zhunti avatar who is also a saint can't detect Zhao Lang's karma.

Under the expectant eyes, the eighteen disciples refused one by one.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi interrupted him.

His eyes had been on Cheng Tang.

This son actually has such great luck?
After being reminded, Zhunti also looked at the latter.

Indeed!
With such good luck, could it be that there will be some achievements for him in the human race?
They couldn't help but search through cause and effect, but found none.

However, there is no doubt that luck exists.

Especially among the human race, those with great luck are likely to become the foundation of the Saint Sect in the mainland of China.

If it weren't for the fact that the previous human races have all respected the saint sect, saints such as Sanqing and Western religions would not care so much.

Mastering the biggest son of luck in the human race, it is very likely that it will become the beginning of their sect's prosperity!

Even Zhunti, who was far away in Lingshan at this time, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the futon.

"Okay!"

It takes no effort to get it!
Such a son of luck, I will definitely support him. After he succeeds, he will respect and believe in my Western religion. Wouldn't it be wonderful?

Nodding his head, Zhunti once again cast his spiritual consciousness on the mainland of the prehistoric China.

Zhao Lang obviously felt a sage's spiritual power slipping from heaven and earth to Bodhi's body, Zhao Lang was not surprised at all.

He is still watching.

Bodhi suddenly laughed.

"Since that's the case, on behalf of the Western Sect, I can confer you eighteen arhats! Above all, protect Chengtang and achieve great achievements. After you become famous, come to our Western Sect to achieve the fruit of the golden body, how about it?"

Anyone can understand what he said.

This is what Zhunti means.

The disciples hesitated.

They didn't want to agree, but now that the Zhoushan sage had fallen, if he didn't have a backing, he would easily become the target of other sects.

Zhao Lang was also thinking.

It would not be a bad thing if one's disciples were brought into Western religion.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang in Buzhou Mountain immediately controlled his spiritual thoughts, and under the shield of the spirit lock, several spiritual powers penetrated into the spiritual consciousness of these disciples and grandchildren. This is another cause and effect buried by Zhao Lang. Let them remember Shimen at the critical moment, maybe it will be helpful in the future.

Due to the effect of arresting the spirit lock, no one discovered this spiritual power.

Even if it is a quasi-mention.

Watching the 18 people change their minds readily, Patriarch Bodhi's old face was filled with bright smiles.

It has been a long time since such a situation of saving people into the West!
He was very happy.

After Jian Jian bid farewell to Zhen Yuanzi and Patriarch Bodhi, Cheng Tang was temporarily safe.

Not in the mountains.

Zhao Lang sipped the tea lightly. After Cheng Tang and others entered a city, he stopped observing for a while.

Sitting cross-legged, he was about to start merging the Law of the Great Dao of Fire.

This law is not like the law of fate, the ranking is not very high, it is only an example of the elements, and because of the existence of the origin of the power of the ancestral witch, the fusion of this avenue is relatively smooth.

But at the last moment, it was worse.

Zhao Lang was puzzled, and after paying attention, he discovered the reason.

It turned out to be missing a stream of pure fire?
Pure fire, the few that Zhao Lang knows in the prehistoric world are Samadhi True Fire, Sky Burning Purple Fire, Myriad Spirits Ancient Flame, Nether Ghost Fire...

Of course, there are more than these.

Here are the most famous ones.

Among them, the Samadhi True Fire is a kind of kindling of the exercises, and those who have learned the exercises will naturally have it.

The Burning Sky Purple Fire is Lao Dan's magic weapon. The fire inside the Bajing Palace Lantern has a strange purple color. This fire is extremely powerful, and it is said that it has the ability to burn the sky and boil the sea.

The ancient flame of all spirits is the magic weapon of Yuanshi Tianzun. The golden flame in the jade glass cup has the ability to detect all spirits.

Nether ghost fire is the companion magic weapon of the Taoist who burns the lamp. The fire in the coffin lamp, this fire goes straight to the underworld, and has the ability to show the life of the deceased.

These fires all exist in magic weapons.

But Zhao Lang has no such magic weapon.

This refining is also a little sudden.

After thinking about it, the corner of Zhao Lang's mouth twitched.

His expression suddenly brightened.

Because he thought of a person who might be able to solve the matter of Tinder.

(End of this chapter)