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

Chapter 238 The Disappeared Yuanfeng, Yang Jian's Penance

"Avenue Palace!"

"That's right, it's the Grand Dao Palace! Although I've been alone for millions of years, I'm still very clear-headed, and I definitely won't remember it wrong."

"Before my father died in battle with the foreign race, he mentioned this sentence that the senior said before he left. It's just that I have only heard about this Dao Palace, and I have never seen it. I don't know where it is exactly..."

The old man kept talking.

However, Zhao Lang frowned.

"Senior, you... what's the matter with you? Could it be that you made a mistake?"

Seeing this, the old man seemed a little nervous.

"Forget it, you don't know."

Zhao Lang sighed lightly and waved his hand.

After finishing speaking, his eyes turned.

"Your gun is not bad, my disciple lacks a handy magic weapon..."

"Senior want it? Just take it!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man directly summoned the musket beside him.

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual power restriction on the gun of the great way was removed.

At this time, the Spear of the Great Dao has no host, and it only needs to let it recognize the host again.

But the premise is that Yang Jian must have the law of the road.

But it doesn't matter, Zhao Lang has already prepared for him.

His primordial spirit dissipated, and the old man continued to turn into the middle-aged man who had just been bony and bony.

"He stayed here because he wanted to protect the last bit of dignity of the Fire Clan!"

Zhao Lang thought to himself.

Arranged for Yang Jian to find a cave to practice by himself, and then Zhao Lang withdrew his divine sense.

Standing on the gazebo with his hands behind his back, he looked at the mountains.

"Avenue Palace..."

This place that once brought him infinite terror.

Why did Yuanfeng choose where to go?
He couldn't believe it.

If Yuanfeng went, what about Zhou Zhan?
Zhou Zhan didn't know where he was at this time, the Feng Clan had already been exterminated, and Zhou Zhan defected to the Lei Clan.

At this time, I don't know where the Thunder Clan is.

Sighing, Zhao Lang smiled wryly and shook his head.

At this time, in the prehistoric age, Cheng Tang was almost ready, and he should be enthroned someday.

Yang Jian was cultivating in the Chaos Realm, and Zhao Lang put a trace of his divine sense on him. If there was any danger in the former, he would be able to detect it immediately.

"Master, I have broken through!"

I don't know how many days have passed.

Zhao Lang's divine sense suddenly sensed Yang Jian's joy.

Then he moved his mind, and Zhao Lang saw that Yang Jian was in a hidden cave in the Chaos Realm.

The latter had a look of excitement on his face.

Although this speed is already fast, it is far from enough!
"It's only an intermediate quasi-sage, don't be complacent, you still have a long way to go!"

Zhao Lang's serious voice rang in his ears.

In the entire prehistoric world, perhaps only Zhao Lang knew how difficult it was to become a Daoist sage.

So he will encourage Yang Jian, but not make him too proud.

Because there is still a long way to go, if Yang Jian wants to prove the Tao, it will take at least a million years.

Unless you encounter a big opportunity.

Sighing, Zhao Lang was a little worried.

I don't know when the Conferred God Tribulation will come.

If Yang Jian is not sanctified by then, I'm afraid he still won't be able to escape the destiny...

It is impossible for him to protect all his disciples all the time.

Besides, Zhao Lang couldn't leave the customs, and San Xiao definitely couldn't. He was worried that the third daughter would be in danger.

So this responsibility.

It can only be handed over to Yang Jian.

This kid is aggressive, but his cultivation progress is too slow.

How to do it?

After thinking about it, Zhao Lang thought of something.

"Erlang, do you want to practice faster?"

His voice reached the latter's ears.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

Suddenly there was another bad feeling.

"Master...you don't want me to challenge the saint again!"

Although Yang Jian succeeded in breaking through the bottleneck of the first-level quasi-sage after fighting with the old man of the fire clan, the risk was too great!

That is also a saint of the Dao. If Zhao Lang made a move later, the probability of Yang Jian's death and Dao disappearing far exceeds the probability of his cultivation base improving...

He didn't want to risk his life any more.

"No, to improve your strength, apart from challenging someone stronger than yourself, there is another way, and that is to practice in an extremely harsh environment!"

The voice of the ancestor sounded.

Yang Jian was stunned.

Extremely harsh environment?
Isn't this chaotic world bad enough?

There are dangers everywhere, and before he found this cave, he also found a fierce beast with at least the peak cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian.

If this kind of ferocious beast is released into the prehistoric world, it will be enough to make one party's cultivators and the human race miserable, and a catastrophe is imminent.

And like that thing, there are countless in the Chaos Realm...

In the Chaos Realm, there are many places where the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth is chaotic. Not only is the sky full of blood-red air, but you can also see some scenes of thunder and fire.

Among the thunderstorms and fires, no creature would be foolish enough to practice there.

After hearing what Zhao Lang said, Yang Jian's face paled immediately!

That day's thunder and fire may not have harmed Daosheng, but he is only a middle-level quasi-sage!

Although it is impossible to die at that time, it will definitely cause him unbearable physical pain.

In the end, however, Yang Jian compromised.

There is no way, the sky will send a big responsibility to the people, and they will grind their muscles and bones.

If you want to become stronger, this is the only way at the moment.

For the rest, even if Zhao Lang left Yang Jian with more and better principles of the Dao, the latter would never be able to prove the Dao and become a saint if he had not reached the peak of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

In the chaotic world, thunder disasters like that are almost everywhere.

This thunder calamity is not like the heavenly thunder calamity, the heavenly thunder calamity only punishes dissidents.

However, there is no order in the Chaos Realm, and when the Three Thousand Ways coexist, it is inevitable that this phenomenon will occur.

No one will come close to this thunder disaster.

Thunder Tribulation's damage to Dao Saints is extremely small, but to Saints, I'm afraid they will die if they touch it!

Although Yang Jian was worried, but with the spiritual protection of his master, it would be best to practice in such a place.

Soon, the former came under a thunder disaster.

Seeing the turbulent sky fire descending in front of him, no grass grows wherever he goes, and the sky collapses and the earth shatters.

Yang Jian glanced at the primordial spirit floating beside the master.

Gritting his teeth, he walked into it.

Immediately afterwards, a huge thunder seemed to have discovered this tiny creature, and immediately turned its target and struck towards Yang Jian!

Lei Fa, who was not inferior to the spiritual power of a saint, landed immediately.

However, Zhao Lang directly pulled out the Dao Fa Sword, startled by thunder.

With a flick of his hand, the dharma sword landed in front of Yang Jian who was sitting cross-legged.

Those thunders were clever, they all avoided him and landed around him, but they didn't stop because of the thunder disaster, but became more fierce every time.

After a while, this place is like a prison of ten thousand thunder sky, hundreds of thousands of lightning strikes, attracting infinite power of chaos!

With the Law of the Dao of Thunder, Yang Jian doesn't have to worry about this kind of environment at all.

Even if some sporadic sparks from lightning fall on his body, he can still use his spiritual power to resist!

Just meditate like this for ten thousand years!
Zhao Lang smiled, and then left the Divine Sense on Yang Jian and left the Chaos Realm.

Keeping the divine sense on Yang Jian, so that Zhao Lang can find Yang Jian immediately through this divine sense at any time even if he doesn't probe the primordial spirit into it through the chaotic avenue mirror.

But in such a vast chaotic world, no one should want to get close to Lei Jie.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, Yang Jian is preparing to become a saint, and Cheng Tang is about to ascend the throne.

Presumably it won't be long before the news of the death of the saint will spread.

At this time, he felt the need to meet some people.

The first thing he thought of was Lao Dan.

Among all the saints, Zhao Lang is the only one who doesn't dislike him.

There is no good or bad for him whether he perishes or not.

Thinking of this, he should even poke out his divine sense.

flood.

33 Chongtian.

The Eight Views of Tushita Palace.

Compared with other saints, Lao Dan is really the freest one among them.

If you have nothing to do, you can practice alchemy in the palace, and if you get tired, you can go to the wilderness for a walk.

This is exactly what Zhao Lang yearns for!

The divine sense came out all the way to the Bajing Tushita Palace, but he just saw the huge palace gate, and a causal perception came out of it.

Zhao Lang was taken aback.

This breath...

Hongjun!

After detecting Hongjun, Zhao Lang immediately covered the spiritual power with the spirit arrest lock.

Frowning slightly, his primordial spirit slowly escaped into it.

I saw the eight sceneries in the palace.

Lao Dan stood in front of the alchemy furnace, in front of him was Hongjun's avatar.

Daozu would definitely not come here, but Zhao Lang could recognize the aura of the avatar immediately.

"Missing the Holy Pill?"

Old Dan was taken aback.

It was as if he had heard Hongjun say something unbelievable.

You know, the only way to make a saint fall in the prehistoric world is to kill the saint pill.

And all the immortal pills are with Daozu Hongjun.

Lost for no reason, what is the situation?
"When?"

Old Dan asked.

Hongjun frowned, and asked lightly, "Don't you know?"

Hearing this, Lao Dan was taken aback, and a trace of disbelief appeared on his expressionless face.

"Could it be that Daozu suspected that he was a disciple?"

"Don't you feel that you have been a little too ordinary recently? Your strength has increased again, and the luck of the human race is not going to fight."

Hongjun narrowed his eyes.

Zhao Lang snorted.

"Good guy, this old Taoist doubts even his disciples, really..."

That's right, how did he know that Zhao Lang could get the rest of the Perishing Saint Pill?
Nuwa naturally wouldn't say it, he conspired with Zhao Lang to destroy the land, this kind of thing that greatly compromised the merits of heaven and earth, naturally it is best to know her and Zhao Lang.

After that, in order to avoid suspicion, Nuwa even disappeared for a while.

Daozu asked her, and Nuwa said that she had lost the elixir.

If Nuwa's was lost, so was his own, so it couldn't be a coincidence.

Besides, what is that?
Perishing Saint Pill, throw it away as soon as you say it.

Lao Dan loves alchemy, if he loses the immortal pill, he is indeed the most suspicious.

If it were someone else, even if they got the Sunshine Pill, it would be useless.

"Daozu, I didn't take it."

Lao Dan replied lightly, he never thought that Hongjun would doubt him?

To be honest, I feel a little angry about being wronged.

"Really? Then I'll ask Tongtian and the others."

Hongjun didn't continue to ask.

He took a last look at the gourds around the hall, which contained the highest-grade elixir in the prehistoric world.

Afterwards, he turned into a breeze and dispersed.

Zhao Lang could feel that Hongjun's spiritual power did not go towards the East China Sea, but went straight back to Zixiao Palace in the 33rd heaven.

Lao Dan knew that he was being suspected.

But he didn't expect that Taoist ancestor would only suspect him alone.

Which one of the six sages is he the most responsible, so can he be doubted again?
He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Turning around, he ordered Daotong to count all the pills in the pill room, and if he found any abnormalities, or any pills that he hadn't refined but appeared out of thin air, he would report them immediately.

After giving the order, he took one step forward and came to the side hall.

This side hall is more like a monastic room, and the light is darker.

Lao Dan sighed, sat on the futon, and prepared to meditate.

Just then, a voice sounded.

The voice was so familiar that it made Lao Dan think of who it was.

He opened his eyes suddenly, full of shock!
(End of this chapter)