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

Chapter 278 Hongjun's Shock

Among the ten laws of Hongmeng, the law of heaven corresponds to the law of immortality.

In order to protect Honghuang from the erosion of Dao, Hongjun will eventually become the most important point in destroying Honghuang!
The emergence of the Lord of Demon Gods must require the coexistence of the Ten Laws of Primordial Origin, and none of them can be dispensed with.

However, what puzzled Zhao Lang the most was that.

The law of strength is the first of the three thousand laws, and it is the companion law of Pangu Great God.

However, the great god Pan Gu has already turned into a prehistoric world.

The Ten Laws of Hongmeng can't get together at any time.

What is the significance of those demon gods doing this?
Or……

God Pan Gu has not fallen?
That is definitely impossible.

When Pangu's fairy cave collapsed, Zhao Lang witnessed the will of the Great God Pangu and saw the order of the evolution of chaos.

Zhao Lang, who had witnessed the fall of Pan Gu, couldn't possibly believe that the former still existed.

What was awakened by the system before was only possible because of its volition.

Zhao Lang sighed helplessly.

This chaotic world is far more complicated than he imagined. Behind everything, there are obviously some conspiracies beyond his control.

Originally, he thought that the greatest threat to him was the Great Tribulation of Gods.

However, Zhao Lang never expected it.

After conferring the gods, the dangers appearing layer upon layer turned out to come from the realm of chaos.

Could it be that after the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, the reason why everything was rewritten, including the rewriting of the long river of history, was because the Chaos Realm replaced the Great Desolation?

Could the world in my previous life be the Chaos Realm?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang didn't dare to think about it anymore.

In the prehistoric world, in order to deal with the other saints, Zhao Lang had racked his brains.

However, at this time those guys from Dao Palace got involved, and everything became out of control again.

Zhao Lang was very displeased with this state of being unable to control his own destiny.

However, for the sake of Bi Xiao, there is no way to deal with it.

I can only stay in Buzhou Mountain to observe.

During this period, try not to let outsiders enter Buzhou Mountain, so as to avoid the last time the Demon God was summoned in the Dao Secret Territory again.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang sat cross-legged, ready to practice.

Yet at this moment.

A voice sounded.

It seems to come from outside the secret realm of the avenue.

Zhao Lang listened carefully.

"Zhao Gongming, we should meet, but I am currently in retreat and preparing to join the Tao, so I will send you a voice transmission."

It turned out to be Hongjun.

Could this guy be scared?

Afraid that his powerful cultivation would threaten him?

"What is Daozu doing?"

Zhao Lang gave a wry smile, and also transmitted his spiritual thoughts out of the country.

"Your current cultivation base is very strong, there is no doubt about it, but there is one thing I want to tell you, there are people outside the world, and there are many people who are much stronger than you. If you disturb me, those people will... "

"You're talking about those people from the Grand Dao Palace, right?"

Zhao Lang suddenly interrupted Hongjun's rumors.

However, after the other party heard about Dao Palace, they were slightly taken aback.

"how do you know?"

"I am now one of the ten elders of the Dao Palace, replacing the Yin-Yang Demon God, Hongjun, please slow me down."

You still come to oppress me?

I will mock you first!
Zhao Lang thought in his heart.

However, in Zixiao Palace at this time.

Hongjun looked at the top of his head in disbelief.

Even those guys made Zhao Gongming one of them?
He couldn't be playing tricks!
But as a Daoist sage, Zhao Gongming does have this qualification.

"Daozu? Daozu?"

Zhao Lang continued to transmit the sound, but there was no echo.

Presumably at this time Hongjun was doubting himself and his mind was in a state of confusion.

However, Zhao Lang did not continue to pay attention to him.

Since Daogong said not to let himself disturb him, then just don't disturb him.

All for Bi Xiao.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang sighed and prepared to close his eyes and meditate.

however.

With a sweep of his mind, Zhao Lang suddenly saw something happening.

Shengwei floated, and he cast his gaze into the prehistoric.

The disciples of Zhou Shanzong were scattered all over the huge prehistoric place.

However, some time ago, Zhao Lang ordered Zhang Ling, Xuan Heihu and others to spread the news about the reorganization of Zhou Shanzong, and many people responded to the disciples who had been waiting for tens of thousands of years for this sentence.

These disciples have good cultivation, because these people have joined Zhao Lang's camp since the beginning of Wudang Sect.

Until later Zhou Shanzong, and now.

All of them can be regarded as being foolish and showing their faces.

However, the prehistoric area is very large, and many places are relatively remote.

There are also immortals everywhere, but the realm is not high.

Just like some difficult disciples I encountered before.

Most of them are in the wild and remote corners.

Most of them are descendants of lonely disciples.

The spiritual power passed through the vast wilderness, and Zhao Lang soon discovered the cause and effect.

Watch carefully.

It turned out to be the great-grandson of his disciple...

Didn't expect this to be able to contact the ancestor me?
Zhao Lang was taken aback for a moment, the originally tense state was relieved a lot at this moment.

The troubles in the Chaos Realm really made him feel depressed.

However, Zhao Lang was taken aback when he looked at the junior who had passed on the karma.

what happened?

Why do you look sad?

Continue to observe, Zhao Lang found out.

This is a remote place in the prehistoric land far away from the mainland of China.

There are not many practitioners, but there are also sects.

Compared with the central part of the mainland of China, the city is a little crude.

However, in this kind of city, there are quite a few heretics.

Even, there are monsters among them.

Right now, this person is the descendant of a lonely grandson.

After checking the cause and effect, the name of this person is Yun Jianzhong.

The name reveals a sense of immortality.

But his cultivation is not very worthy of this name.

At the age of six, he refined and transformed qi, and at the age of 12, he showed his head and refined his spirit to reverse the emptiness.

However, after twenty today, the cultivation base does not advance but retreats.

It feels a bit like going back to basics.

Seeing him burning incense in the Zhoushan Saint Temple with a sad face, Zhao Lang was just about to get Ze Fu and him, but suddenly found that this kid seemed a little dissatisfied with his master?

With a raised brow, Zhao Lang became interested.

Zhoushan Saint Temple.

Today, because the Shang Dynasty worshiped the sage of Zhoushan, there are many temples of this size in the mainland of China.

This place is called Jiaping Town, and there is such a Zhoushan Saint Temple in the town.

It's not big, but there are constant incense in the temple, and the people still believe in the sage of Zhoushan.

Yun Jianzhong seemed a little distressed after burning the incense.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh……"

Sighing with a frowning face, it caused some displeasure to the other people who were cheering at the side.

"Why is this person sighing in such a place? Don't you know that this is the incense temple of the Zhoushan sage?"

"That's right, Zefu who doesn't know how to be grateful to the sage Zhoushan at all."...

Some people talked about it, but Zhuo Yunjian still sighed.

At this moment, someone finally couldn't help but stepped forward.

"Hey, why are you sighing again and again in front of this sacred Zhoushan sage statue?"

This person looks like a middle-aged person, and he has just finished incense.

"This man doesn't know something. I am the sage of Zhoushan. He is a great disciple of the old man. At the age of 12, he practiced gods and reversed the emptiness, but...but... alas!"

Saying that, Nayun Jianzhong sighed again.

Zhao Lang felt a little helpless and smiled wryly.

"It's no wonder my ancestor, after all, there are too many complicated things in the prehistoric world and the chaotic world."

Logically speaking, if Zhou Shanzong's disciples and grandchildren asked for it, the master master would definitely help him.

However, Zhao Lang originally planned to do that.

Just looking at the kid, he seemed a little dissatisfied with himself.

"Go, go, the disciples of the Zhoushan sage are so useless as you? We don't care what your cultivation is, Zhoushan sage temple, where can you be in such an unlucky place? Go and go!"

Finally, the man couldn't bear it anymore, and at the same time, several people on the side also responded one after another.

to drive him out.

Yun Jianzhong smiled wryly, then stepped out.

Only in his early twenties, he is full of fireworks and has little old heart.

There is no vitality at all.

Zhao Lang frowned slightly.

Watching him wandering to a tavern.

"Not for sale today! Who can bear the fact that you keep paying on credit?"

When the shopkeeper saw him approaching, his expression changed and he hurriedly took the flagon bottle over and stuffed it in his arms.

"Hey, restaurant, you have to sell it. If I really die because I can't drink, how can you bear this lawsuit?"

Seeing him doing this, Yun Jianzhong was stunned for a moment, and then he started to play tricks.

This will be ridiculed by others.

"Isn't this Yun Jianzhong, a 12-year-old genius who cultivated the gods and turned the emptiness into a shameless alcoholic?"

The person who spoke was a cultivator, and his cultivation base was also cultivating the gods to counteract the emptiness.

However, Yun Jianzhong was no longer there.

After his cultivation retreated violently.

Now it's time to return to the ancestors.

Yun Jianzhong, who was no different from ordinary people, was upset when he heard this.

There was a little hostility in the eyes looking at the other party, but in an instant, it turned into a rogue state again.

"The restaurant, last time! I promise!"

Ignoring the cultivator, Yun Jianzhong continued to yell at the store.

"Brat, how dare you ignore me? Don't take Grandpa's words seriously!"

The cultivator ignored Yun Jianzhong.

Somewhat angry.

Under the mobilization of spiritual power, he was about to make a move!
However, Zhao Lang finally couldn't stand it anymore, his spiritual power moved slightly, and a vision appeared.

boom!
A dull sound came out, and the cultivator smashed all his fists on one person.

However, seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond at all, the cultivator was startled, stood up and asked.

"Who are you? What's your business?"

He looked at Zhao Lang and asked with some malicious intentions.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you are his grandfather?"

Zhao Lang smiled lightly and replied casually.

"What does it have to do with you? Mind your own business!"

The cultivator was ridiculed, his face changed, and then another punch mixed with spiritual power struck.

However, looking at the person in front of him, Yun Jianzhong gradually became nervous.

(End of this chapter)