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

Chapter 327 The Western Cult is too murderous!
"I surrender!"

what?
There is no way to fight, so you admit defeat?
Thousands of prehistoric cultivators, the Saint sect present, and even Zhao Lang Maitreya Buddha himself were a little surprised.

What's happening here?
Could it be that she saw my killing intent?
Impossible, the poor monk always hides it very well, even the saint can't find it.

He was pondering in his mind, but the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit had already stepped back from the stone platform.

If one party gets off the stone platform, the opponent cannot continue to cast spells. This is the rule.

It was also decided by the ancestor Hongyun himself. What he saw at this time was very exciting, but the surrender of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was indeed somewhat unexpected.

Tong Tian was also dumbfounded.

Although the chances of winning are not great, it would be too outrageous to admit defeat directly, right?

However, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit walked straight down from the stone platform and came to the people seated above. She first saluted Zhao Lang deeply, then returned to his seat, whispered a few words in Taoist Duobao's ear, and the latter passed on the message To Tongtian Cult Master.

After Tong Tian heard this, he was astonished.

Frowning tightly, he stared at Maitreya Buddha who was still smiling on the stage, and then looked at Zhao Lang.

When he turned his gaze around, he was obviously a little polite.

Nodding their heads, the two understood.

No one noticed this subtle movement, because at this moment, someone came on stage again.

When it comes to Maitreya Buddha, we have to talk about the entanglement between the ancestor of Styx and Western religion.

In his heart, he hated the Western religion so much that he had been holding back his emotions for a long time. At this time, he couldn't help but came to the stage, waved his sleeves lightly, and swirled the boundless spiritual power with one hand.

Everyone saw that Patriarch Styx was on stage!

They were shocked.

"Good guy! Patriarch Styx made the move himself?"

"Isn't that right? It is said that the Western Sect has gone to Huangquan Blood Sea more than once to find fault with Patriarch Styx!"

"Now there's a good show to watch!"...

There was a lot of discussion among the people.

Zhao Lang also found it quite interesting, and involuntarily stretched out his divine sense to sweep over Styx, but he didn't notice the aura of Taoist Yang Mei, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Yang Mei's work is really a little confusing.

Obviously the body can come to Honghuang, but it has to bend over Styx.

However, if there was no previous karma, Zhao Lang would not have received such a disciple as Qian Jia, who is called an alchemy genius.

Styx's face was gloomy, and when he came here, he spoke first.

"I'm not trying to seize the Lord's Tribulation, but I want to fight this Maitreya Buddha. Whether I win or lose, I will give up my right to step down."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Lang.

After all, this is a secret realm of the Great Dao, and Zhao Lang has the final say on being present.

The latter nodded lightly in agreement, and no one dared to refute.

The fight is on the verge of breaking out.

I saw Patriarch Minghe waved his big hand, and bloody red floated up his body, looking like a Shura Rakshasa!
Judging from the appearance alone, it does resemble the Chaos Demon God of the Dao Palace.

Zhao Lang also finally knew why he attracted Yang Mei's attention so much.

There was a lot of exclamation from the audience, because at this time the two swords Yuan Tu and A Bi had appeared.

The combined power of these two peerless magic swords is comparable to the acquired treasure!

Especially in the hands of Patriarch Minghe, if it wasn't for Zhao Lang back then, I am afraid that these two swords would have killed Patriarch Hongyun.

Hong Yun looked at this scene at this moment, a little dazed.

There is a scene before my eyes, the past is like a silhouette.

But after all, Patriarch Styx had already returned his body to him, so if he cares about the past at this time, it would appear that Patriarch Hongyun is less tolerant.

in the field.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Maitreya had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the move.

However, seeing the two swords merged, a dazzling rainbow radiated out, collided with the Boruo seal in the hand of Maitreya Buddha, and did not move at all, and directly crushed it, heading straight towards Maitreya Buddha.

At this moment, Maitreya Buddha panicked and said hastily.

"Admit defeat!"

But Patriarch Styx didn't show mercy at all, the magic power was still rushing towards Maitreya Buddha like rivers and seas!
bass!
When everyone held their breath and was shocked, they saw a Buddha's light emerge, Zhunti Taoist did not know when he stepped onto the stage, and blocked the magic power of this way with a single palm.

"How dare you kill a disciple of the Western Cult? Bold!"

As Zhunti said, Buddha's light burst out from his hand again!
Immediately, his palm was like a mysterious kingdom, in which there were ten thousand Buddhas, the statues were incomparably huge, the golden body was shining and mighty!
Buddha country in the palm of your hand!

This is really unprecedented, melee!
All of you present felt a surge of saintly mana that made it hard for them to breathe, permeating the air.

Patriarch Styx's face also changed drastically, and then he subconsciously wanted to call out the Karma Red Lotus!
With the summoning of this supernatural power and the innate spirit treasure, plus the mana of the two, under the collision, the place here must be overturned!
Yet at this moment.

boom!
A giant palm fell from the sky, and the palm print was like the sky falling down!
Straightforwardly, all the spiritual power of the two of them was overwhelmed.

Startled, the two turned around and looked at the upper seat.

Zhao Lang sat in the main seat, his eyes were indifferent, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if this palm force was summoned by him inadvertently.

"Just click and stop, you two, don't lose the big because of the small."

Zhao Lang's voice came out faintly, reminding him.

At this time, even if Zhunti wanted to make a move again, he dared not.

This is not Lingshan.

It's not Zhoushan!

Everything is subject to what Zhao Lang said, otherwise...

The consequences can be imagined, the casual palm force just now shocked everyone present.

The saint made a move, really shouldn't.

The two sides went back to their seats, and the Patriarch Minghe gave a deep salute to Zhao Lang's position, expressing all his gratitude in this salute.

If both parties abstained, they would have to try again.

But at this moment, those cultivators in the wilderness no longer dared to leave their seats, and they didn't even dare to stand up for no reason.

After all, this is a powerful fight, so they are not qualified to participate. This has obviously become a contest for the saint sect to compete for face. It seems that the main thing is secondary.

Just when everyone didn't know who the next one would be, Daoist Taiyi stepped forward.

"Student, shall we try it?"

At this time, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression has relaxed a lot, it seems that he has just made some pleasant decision.

However, as soon as he came to the stage, he saw the Taoist burning lamp in the western religion immediately get up.

When I wanted to say it but didn't say it, one of the interceptors appeared on the stage.

His name was Ma Sui.

Among the Seven Immortals, the Golden Hoop Immortal.

He looked at Daoist Taiyi on the stage, and also noticed the reaction of Daoist Ran Deng, and he directly grabbed the former's words.

"I'll meet you."

After finishing speaking, the Immortal Golden Hoop stepped on his foot, a cloud lifted him up, and he arrived on the stone platform after a while.

Master Taiyi looked at Ma Sui with disdain, and laughed a moment later.

"Junior brother, are the two of us fighting magic weapons, or fighting supernatural powers?"

Ma Sui had long heard that Daoist Taiyi had many magic weapons, but he only had one golden hoop, if it was a magic weapon, he would have lost in number.

"It's all about showing their own abilities."

After Ma Sui finished speaking, he directly summoned the magic weapon in his sleeve, the golden hoop. With a single command, the golden hoop expanded infinitely, covering the sky and covering the earth in a short while!
However, the attack was ferocious, and it seemed that as long as Ma Sui recited another formula, the treasure would be gathered quickly.

One can imagine how uncomfortable it would be if Daoist Taiyi's body was held by a golden hoop!

However, at this moment, Master Taiyi smiled lightly, and directly raised a hoop-shaped magic weapon in his hand.

Zhao Lang took a look.

Ok?
I am familiar with this thing!

(End of this chapter)