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

Chapter 26 Visiting Xuandu, riding a black tiger?
He poked his consciousness into it, and what he saw was indeed barren and dark.

"chaos……"

Zhao Lang frowned, and then quickly used his spiritual power to suppress the Chaos Dao Mirror.

The vision stops.

Recalling it to his sleeve, Zhao Lang felt that this thing was not simple. In the endless darkness, what he saw seemed to be a bit like the Milky Way he had seen in his previous life, which contained large and small spaces and worlds.

Still put it away, maybe it will be useful in the future.

With a wave of his hand, the cracked soil and the broken fairy tree in the cave returned to their original state, and then Zhao Lang sat cross-legged and continued to practice.

In the wilderness, on a mountain top.

"Master!"

Zhang Tian looked very excited.

Lu Ya who was sitting on the side slowly opened his eyes, looked at him, and nodded.

"I didn't expect that your aptitude is not bad, and you have already reached the realm of Taiyi Xuanxian."

he praised.

Zhang Tian scratched his head, "It's all taught well by Master."

"Master..."

Immediately afterwards, he hesitated.

"Why don't you go down the mountain? With your strength, you can definitely dominate the prehistoric world!"

When Lu Ya heard the words, he began to recall in his heart.

Indeed, the tribe he used to dominate more than one side, and the monster tribe completely occupied half of the world in the entire prehistoric world.

Can……

"Teacher, have you heard of the sage Zhoushan?"

Zhao Lang, who was far away in the Pangu Immortal Cave, suddenly opened his eyes.

"coming?"

Then Zhang Tian's consciousness was occupied by Zhao Lang.

"I heard something."

He replied.

"As a teacher, I don't share the sky with that person. As a teacher, I want you to go down the mountain to find out the reality of this person. Are you scary?"

Lu Ya asked.

Zhao Lang pretended to be very frightened: "Master, don't you want to be an apprentice?"

Lu Ya was a little surprised, "Why do you say that?"

"That Zhoushan saint's strength is the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, and he will die if he looks at me. If the disciple goes to him, won't he never return?"

Zhao Lang looked aggrieved and weeping.

Lu Ya waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's no problem to teach you the Immortal Slayer Flying Sword to help you escape."

Finally waited!
Zhao Lang was overjoyed.

After hundreds of years, this Lu Ya was finally willing to teach Zhang Tian the Immortal-Chopping Flying Knife.

But his expression didn't change, Zhang Tian still looked extremely worried.

Lu Ya would never have thought that he would teach Zhao Gongming what he used to deal with Zhao Gongming.

Afterwards, he began to teach Zhang Tian...

When the consciousness returned to the body, Zhao Lang smiled with satisfaction. After Zhang Tian learned the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, he thought about how to deal with it. If Lu Ya came to trouble him in the future, he could also deal with it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang nodded and walked out of the cave.

Just when he came out of the cave, he suddenly felt the sound of fighting in the sky on the Buzhou ridge.

One person, one monster.

And the strength is not weak, they are all around the beginning level of quasi-sages.

Zhao Lang couldn't help being curious, he stuck out his divine sense to watch.

above the clouds.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a detached temperament and a fairy-like demeanor.

The big demon was so fierce that he wore a shining silver chain mail and held two big knives.

boom!
Layers of air currents were blown up in the sky by the fighting skills of the two of them, causing a strong wind in Buzhou Mountain.

"Do you have the patience for that?"

The big demon stared at the man with a disdainful expression on his face, and then a wave of demonic power condensed from his hand, reaching the blade, and the purple color spread all over the big knife in an instant, like a crescent moon changing color.

The Taoist's expression was calm, and after chanting the mantra, three flowers gathered on the top, and his body was protected by golden light, resisting the former's onslaught.

From time to time, the Taoist waved the whisk in his hand, and the vast magic power produced countless changes, which were dazzling.

Zhao Lang watched from below, amazed.

There are two quasi-sages, and there are very few people in the Yaozu who can reach quasi-sages.

At this moment, the system voice appeared:

"Ding! The Profound Capital of Great Luck has been detected, and you can choose."

"One, help Xuandu, kill the big monster, and get three innate spirit treasures."

"Second, help the big demon and kill Xuandu, you can get Lao Tzu's anger."

"Three, watch the battle and try to mediate, you can get the Black Tiger Demon."

Xuandu?

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows.

Laozi's only disciple, Master Xuandu.

Kill him only if he is crazy!
Black and black tiger demon?

His gaze turned to the big monster, and after a careful look, it did look a bit like a black tiger.

In the original history, Zhao Gongming was a black tiger when he sat down, but that black tiger was not this big monster. This big monster has reached the level of quasi-sage, which is very rare.

If you ride a quasi-sage as a mount, wouldn't it be...

Zhao Lang made a choice, and then used mana to bless, and his voice was transmitted to the sky.

"It's not appropriate for the two of you to fight here."

All sentient beings hear this sound, and they all think that the sage of Zhoushan is a great benevolent!
Xuandu didn't speak, looked at Zhao Lang at the entrance of Pangu Immortal Cave, and then fell down.

"No intention to disturb, I will leave now."

However, seeing this, the big demon hurriedly chased him down, and shouted angrily: "You are a thief, do you want to run away?"

As soon as the words fell, he raised his knife and was about to slash at Xuandu.

"Audacious."

Zhao Lang snorted coldly, although this black tiger is the first level quasi-sage, he doesn't pay attention to such a powerful monster as Kunpeng, let alone it?
As soon as the left hand was raised, a golden light burst out from the palm, and hit the black tiger's forehead.

Looking at the black tiger, Xuandu raised his palm to take his life.

Zhao Lang hurriedly stopped.

It's not easy to meet a mount, but I can't just let you beat him to death like this!

"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist of Xuandu, you are a disciple of the Sage Renjiao. If it seems that you are too hostile when you make a move, hand it over to me, and I will discipline you."

Hearing this, Xuandu withdrew his mana, and then bowed deeply to Zhao Lang.

"This big monster really made me a little confused, thank you for reminding me, senior."

Then he seemed to remember something, and said again: "How did senior know that I am a disciple of the Human Sect?"

"I have met your master once. I am boundless and will not fight or grab. There are endless rumors about his only disciple in the world."

"Are you the sage of Zhoushan?"

Xuan Du seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked.

"how do you know?"

"I heard Master mention it before, not to mention that in the prehistoric world, who doesn't know you?"

Zhao Lang was speechless, he had been retreating all the time, why did it seem like everyone knew him.

"Senior, I have some confusions and I want you to answer them for me." Xuandu asked respectfully.

Since the last battle against Kunpeng, the reputation of the Zhoushan sage has spread all over the world, but there has always been a rumor about him that he is afraid of death and dare not come out of the mountain.

In fact, this is true...

Before Zhao Lang became a saint, he was likely to be tricked by several saints as soon as he came out of the mountain, and he died.

After all, people who practice the Dao are too threatening to them. When their strength reaches the peak, they all want to become the strongest among the saints.

Especially Hongjun, he would never let Zhao Lang become a Daoist saint.

"Ding! It is detected that the Great Luck Xuandu is asking the host for guidance, and you can choose."

"One, reject Xuandu, do not get any karma with Lao Tzu, you can get two acquired treasures."

"Second, agree with Xuandu, solve his doubts, make him admire the host, and get five acquired treasures."

This contrast is too obvious...

If I refuse, will I feel that I don't give him face?

Agree, will Lao Tzu mistakenly think that Zhao Lang is planning something?

"Too much inaction, I should not be so stingy."

After thinking about it, Zhao Lang put the unconscious Xuanheihu into his sleeve first. The sleeve of a cultivator seemed to form a world of his own, and the space inside was countless times larger than it looked...

Then he waved his hand, and he and Xuandu entered the Pangu Immortal Cave.

Xuandu can be regarded as the strongest monk among the human race.

The human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth. From Xuanyuan and Baidi, Zhao Lang has been contaminated with a lot of karma, and he doesn't care about one more.

Zhao Lang waved his hand casually, and a small kiosk appeared.

Then he sat down facing Xuandu.

Sitting opposite, Xuandu was calm and decent.

Zhao Lang couldn't help admiring that he was indeed the only closed disciple of Lao Tzu.

"Senior, Shi Fang seems to have seen Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor." Xuandu asked.

The cave where Sanxiao and his disciples live is very close to the entrance of the Pangu Immortal Cave. They practiced in it, and they can be seen from the outside, especially Xuanyuan. He was tired of living in a place with carved beams and painted buildings, so he simply meditated under a huge protruding rock. practice.

Xuandu is the earliest group of human races. When Lao Tzu preached the Tao, traveled in prehistoric times, and founded the human religion, he was the first disciple.

To this day, Xuandu has not forgotten his identity, and he still calls Xuanyuan the Yellow Emperor when he sees him.

Zhao Lang nodded and said with a smile, "He's here with me to retreat and practice."

"I dare to ask, why did senior retreat?" Xuandu bowed slightly.

In the early years, the human race had no dignity in Buzhou Mountain, and was oppressed by the two clans of Liches.

Xuandu has always been puzzled why he can't make a move even though he has the ability, but he dare not ask.

Seeing the sage Zhoushan today, he might ask Zhao Lang about his original intention of retreat and try to find out the answer.

"I retreat, it's very simple, I just want to live."

Zhao Lang replied.

This calm and breezy sentence made Xuandu frown.

(End of this chapter)