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

Chapter 293 Cloud Neutron's Helplessness
"Oh?"

Nvwa became interested, looked at Yun Zhongzi, and explained to the real fairy of fortune.

"What's the plan, brother?"

Yun Zhongzi stroked his beard and smiled.

"At that time, we can use Shangtang to assist the new king to ascend the throne. At that time, the merits of heaven and virtue will flow to me to teach, and we will be able to catch the fisherman."

Nuwa was puzzled.

"The sect dispute?"

"Do you think that Uncle Tongtian will not compete for the merits of the Heavenly Dao?"

Yun Zhongzi smiled.

Indeed, the merits of the Dao of Heaven are like nothing to a Daoist sage.

For a sage of heaven, that is the only way to enhance his cultivation!

Only with strong merit and virtue can the saint himself be strong, and nothing else can be done.

The saints fight for face and for superiority.

There must be a bloodbath among his disciples.

Inevitably, the protagonist of this catastrophe is not actually the human race, but the Saint Sect hidden behind it!

Yuanshi Tianzun ordered Yun Zhongzi to come because the rest of the people couldn't believe it.

As a casual cultivator, Yun Zhongzi was unwilling to participate in the Heavenly Tribulation himself.

Standing here at this time, even though what I was explaining was the words of the master, I felt awkward in my heart.

Nuwa smiled lightly.

"I didn't expect Jinxian, who is known for his blessings, to have such an opinion. It's really surprising."

Yun Neutron nodded in disbelief.

Embarrassed smile.

But in my heart I was very conflicted.

"A teacher's order is hard to break."

"Okay, I see, you can rest assured senior brother, I will make my own decision."

Nuwa chuckled, and then continued to meditate with her eyes closed.

Yun Zhongzi saluted respectfully, and then withdrew from Wa Palace.

Coming outside the hall, his brows sank, he sighed again and again, and returned to the church with a cloud.

However, in Yuxu Palace, it was quite lively at this time.

All the golden immortals gathered in the hall, with Yuanshi Tianzun on top, and Master Xuandu on the bottom.

"Brother Dan really said that?"

Yuanshi Tianzun smiled and looked quite happy.

Xuan Du nodded respectfully.

"Exactly, Master sees that Uncle Tongtian's temperament has changed a lot today, and he may not be able to control the next catastrophe. Tomorrow, at the Zixiao Palace's discussion, he will strongly recommend that you master the things of the master catastrophe."

Hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun stood up.

"Okay! Great!"

However, at this moment, Guang Chengzi also came forward to speak.

"Master, there is a message from Master Ran Deng that the two saints of the Western Sect are under the Lingshan Mountain, waiting for you, Master."

Xuan Du was startled, a little puzzled when he heard this sentence.

"Headmaster Ran Deng? Uncle Master, hasn't Taoist Ran Deng betrayed the teaching?"

Yuanshi Tianzun smiled triumphantly.

"Hahahaha!"

It even aroused Xuandu's doubts.

"It's all my arrangement. For this catastrophe to bring down Tongtian's Judgment, I have planned for countless years. Although the incident of Zhao Gongming caused me to lose my sense of control, fortunately everything It's all expected."

Yuanshi Tianzun smiled and got up slowly.

There is infinite spiritual power all over the body.

Xuandu was taken aback.

"Uncle Master, is this a big increase in cultivation?"

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded.

"Tongtian thought that he was the only one whose cultivation was enhanced. In fact, he had already thought of it in his mind, the Six Soul Banner..."

Speaking of the Six Soul Banner, there was a sudden shock in the eyes of everyone present.

In the hearts of everyone, this magic weapon can be said to be the strongest prehistoric weapon!
Although it can only be used once and consumes a lot for the body.

However, this is currently the only magic weapon that can threaten the saint of heaven!

That's why everyone had such a big reaction after hearing this thing.

"Then, Buzhou Mountain still needs..."

Guangchengzi looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and asked respectfully.

"Don't worry about him for now, as long as Zhao Gongming doesn't stop him, it will be the greatest help to us."

As Yuanshi Tianzun said, he looked at Xuandu.

"I already understand the meaning of senior brother, I hope my senior nephew will convey what I just said."

Xuandu saluted respectfully, and naturally agreed.

Nodding in satisfaction, Yuanshi Tianzun Hua Qingfeng dissipated.

Xuandu also left Buzhou Mountain, but met Yun Zhongzi on the way.

"Where did the junior come from?"

Xuandu called Yun Zhongzi to stop, and asked with a smile.

The latter sighed. The two had similar personalities, so they naturally talked speculatively.

After chatting for a while, he also knew about the Wa Palace.

"Since that's the case, I have to go back to the mountain to return to my life first, so that I can continue to live in the prehistoric world. Senior brother, let's just say goodbye."

Yun Zhongzi and Xuan Du exchanged salutes, and then they headed towards the gate of Chanjiao Mountain.

Think left and right.

Xuan Du felt that it was still necessary to look for Zhao Lang.

Now all the saints are secretly fighting for it.

It also vaguely shows that almost all of them are aimed at cutting off teaching.

Xuandu came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, trying to transmit sound into it, but there was no reply from Zhao Lang.

After staying for several days, he had to leave because he needed to go back to Tushi Palace to return to his command.

It's not that Zhao Lang didn't know that Xuandu was here, he was just guiding Yang Jian to practice.

nowadays.

Yang Jian has successfully reached the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!

Not to mention sweeping away those who stood in the way during the Conferred God Tribulation, even if an entire sect targeted Yang Jian, the latter would not hurt the slightest bit.

But it is a pity that 2 years.

Certainly not enough to make Yang Jian a Daoist saint.

Even so, Zhao Lang still wanted to give it a try.

After all, everyone under a saint is an ant. If he is not a saint, Yang Jian will still not be able to escape the fate of being filled into the heaven.

The line of sight came to the Chaos Realm.

Broken Phoenix Abyss.

Zhao Lang's primordial spirit image stood on the edge of the abyss, watching Yang Jian in it gradually fade away the faint light on his body.

Nodding his head, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Senior, this son is very talented, he is really a genius in cultivation!"

The fire clan elder stood beside Zhao Lang.

Based on his observation of Yang Jian during this period of time, he found out.

The latter not only has excellent aptitude, but also has an indescribably mysterious eye in his forehead!

It seems that everything can be contained in it, and even the spiritual power that penetrates heaven and earth can be preserved in that eye.

"It's a pity that there is no suitable Dao law, otherwise the potential of this child will be endless in the future!"

The fire elder sighed.

Zhao Lang smiled wryly.

"Yes, there is, but the current time is too late."

The former was startled and asked.

"Because of what? The opportunity for a cultivator is not only once in a thousand years, it is never too late, as long as you are willing to put your heart into it!"

He said so.

It is indeed true or not, but at this time there is no time limit.

If you don't know how long the catastrophe will come.

Then everything is fine.

But the current prehistoric catastrophe will definitely be launched in 2 years.

This is beyond doubt.

Although he couldn't believe it, Zhao Lang also predicted this day.

Because I gave up the merits of heaven in the human race, the human race temporarily has no sect of belief, so it cannot be blessed.

After 2 years, it is very likely that King Zhou will already rule the world, and when the saints stir up trouble again, the catastrophe will be a matter of course.

The prehistoric karma has intensified, and many people will not mention it because of this.

Mingrong Tiandao, involuntary, the most important thing is that he still doesn't know what those guys in the Dao Palace want to do.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang sighed.

Looking at Yang Jian, he hoped that the latter would work harder.

But no one is like him, knowing that so many things will happen in the future.

Now the explanation can't be explained, so we can only let nature take its course.

Thinking of Heavenly Tribulation, Zhao Lang's head hurts.

However, what should come will still come, not at all involuntary.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at the fire elder.

"I have something here, you give it to Yang Jian after he leaves the customs."

For Zhao Lang, a senior with the same status as his ancestor, the latter naturally did not dare to disobey.

After saluting respectfully, he looked at Zhao Lang.

"Despite the orders of the seniors, I will do my best!"

Zhao Lang nodded his head, flicked his large sleeves, and a magic whip appeared in his hand.

"This is?"

Zhao Lang smiled lightly.

"This is a magic weapon. Although the grade is not high, it is very important. When Yang Jian comes out of closed-door training next time, you will give this thing to him, and let him escape from the chaos by following the veins of heaven, spirit and earth, and following my spiritual power. "

After finishing speaking, Zhao Lang handed it over to the old man of the Fire Clan.

Although I don't know the name of this old guy until now, but it has been tens of thousands of years.

Zhao Lang still felt that this person could be trusted.

The old man held it up with both hands, and when he raised his head again, Zhao Lang's divine sense had disappeared.

Looking at Yang Jian under Pohuangyuan, he nodded and disappeared here.

Everything in the chaotic world is not shown, and everything is carried out as before.

In the prehistoric period, the pattern gradually changed.

This day happened to be the Zixiao Palace meeting.

All the sages of Heavenly Dao will come here, waiting for Hongjun to arrange the catastrophe.

In the wild, it seems that all practitioners are waiting for this day.

The discussions in Zixiao Palace also determined the direction of the next catastrophe.

Suddenly, it was at noon when the sun was shining brightly.

An extremely cold voice resounded in the prehistoric world, echoing like the sound of heaven!
"The great catastrophe is approaching! The sage of Heavenly Dao hastened to Zixiao Palace!"

(End of this chapter)