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

Chapter 332 I'm Careless!

Even though he is a very experienced Daoist Bengtian, he still doesn't realize what Zhao Lang is doing at this moment.

He only felt that all the mana he had exerted before seemed to be awakened at this time.

Then, in the spiritual power of Zhao Lang's yin and yang transfer in both hands, it gradually transformed into a more terrifying magic power!

The next second, Zhao Lang pressed both hands, and saw that the chaotic mana in his hand was like a fountain, overwhelming and extremely fast!
not good!

Taoist Bengtian came back to his senses, and he immediately cast the Law of Destruction to resist this spiritual power.

But after all, between these masters, the more subtle things are, the more they can determine the outcome.

Taoist Bengtian couldn't resist this unprecedented magic power, his face changed, and he was about to protect his body, but he was caught off guard.

Feeling a pain all over his body, Taoist Bengtian's face darkened, and the spiritual power in his hand disappeared unconsciously.

"you lose."

Zhao Lang smiled lightly.

"You are too careless. If you were someone else, at that moment, you might have lost most of your skills."

Zhao Lang was in the midst of chaos, standing with his hands behind his back, faint spiritual power floating around him, but he had no intention of continuing to fight.

"Hehe, it's just you?"

Taoist Bengtian snorted disdainfully, and straightened up.

"Let's say you win once, but don't be complacent, I will come again in the future."

Zhao Lang wasn't frightened too much. Hearing what he said, he just smiled: "Okay, I'm happy to accompany you."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his spiritual power, followed the empty trajectory when he came, and returned to the prehistoric.

Seeing the other party disappear, Taoist Bengtian snorted again, and his back, which was straight just now, also bowed slightly at this time.

The power of his law is really brutal, but he didn't expect to lose to Zhao Gongming. What is the problem?
Taoist Bengtian gradually became normal, and his huge body began to shrink back.

"You lost too, I didn't expect that."

Taoist Yang Mei reappeared now, floating beside the former, and said calmly.

"You didn't come here, I was careless! Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to catch the flaw!"

Beng Tian's face was stern, and he continued in a deep voice: "You can't tell Luo Hu and the others about this matter!"

Yang Mei didn't pay attention to him, just raised her white eyebrows, and then disappeared in this world...

At this time, everyone in the flood is still wondering.

What about people?

What about those powerful people just now?

Disappeared in an instant?

Everyone also stayed around Buzhou Mountain to observe, but no one dared to approach.

Suddenly they saw a golden glow flashing across the sky above Buzhou Mountain!
Zhao Lang descended slowly, with a calm expression and a faint smile.

The faces of all the saints and Hongjun who was observing from afar at Zixiao Palace changed.

"He... did he kill the other party? That's the Great Dao Saint!"

Thinking of this, the corners of Hongjun's mouth trembled violently.

Taoist Bengtian's cultivation base must be higher than his at this time, can he be easily defeated by Zhao Gongming?

It is conceivable, what is the state of the latter at this time?
However, after Zhao Lang arrived, with a wave of his hand, everything in Buzhou Mountain returned to its original state.

The collapsed mountain peaks and the broken giant trees were all intact with just one wave of his hand.

All beings sigh.

"Worthy of being the ancestor of the Zhoushan sage! Supernatural powers!"

"I'm afraid that fierce god has already been put to death?"

"Sage Zhoushan is truly peerless!"...

All living beings talked a lot, and most of them praised Zhao Lang.

The storm subsides.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

Zhao Lang summoned the secret realm of the Great Dao to cover Buzhou Mountain again, and sent someone to send the fake "Magic Whip" to Chanjiao.

Of course Yuanshi Tianzun was happy, how did he know that the magic whip was fake?
Now the two items of the main robbery are in his hands.

When the catastrophe comes, you can directly send your disciples down the mountain to enshrine the gods.

However, he still had a headache, which disciple should he send down the mountain?
After thinking and thinking in my heart, the Twelve Golden Immortals must not work.

They are big Luo Jinxians, how can they lower their status by doing such a thing.

Then you have to find it from the three generations of disciples or the human race.

Thinking of this, he released the news that Kunlun Mountain is accepting casual cultivator disciples!
Once the news was released, it quickly spread all over the prehistoric region.

However, at this time, that poor Shen Gongbao had already swept the land under Kunlun Mountain for countless tens of thousands of years...

Although cleaning the fallen leaves at the mountain gate was extremely cumbersome, day after day and year after year, Shen Gongbao was not tired at all.

The only regret is that after entering the mountain gate, he has not paid homage to Yuanshi Tianzun. He is thinking about finding a day to go to Yuxu Palace to meet the master, so that at least he can teach himself some supernatural powers.

Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind.

Yuxu Palace didn't say anything, but he couldn't see Zhoushan.

The sage of Zhoushan entertained all the cultivators from the prehistoric world, and the thing that fought against the Lord protected the prehistoric desolate from the murderous man of Taoist Bengtian. This deed will probably be a topic that people will talk about for ten thousand years.

Zhao Lang sat cross-legged in a pavilion in Buzhou Mountain, and slowly opened his eyes after a while.

He has fully integrated the Dao Law rewarded by the system, and his strength has improved to a higher level.

At this moment, some disciples and grandchildren came to report.

"Yuanshi Tianzun sent Daoist Yuding to give gifts."

Zhao Lang swept his spiritual thoughts, and sure enough there was an uneasy Daoist Yuding standing outside the mountain gate.

Since Yang Jian disappeared, he has become like this.

With a light wave, Zhao Lang moved it into the secret realm of the avenue.

Realizing that he suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Lang, Yu Ding hurriedly bowed deeply.

"Senior Zhao, Saint Zhao!"

Zhao Lang smiled faintly and waved his hand.

"Don't be so polite."

Yuding nodded, and first took out a treasure bag from his sleeve.

There are dozens of magic treasures in the small treasure bag less than three inches, and the grades are not low, and the quality of the Houtian Lingbao is the worst.

As expected of a saint?

The shot is quite generous.

Zhao Lang smiled, and said leisurely: "What does Yuanshi Tianzun mean? You want me to collect the magic weapon, and then go down the mountain with him to enshrine the gods?"

Sensing the teasing of the former's words, Master Yuding saluted again and hurriedly replied.

"No, no, how dare you? This is Master Zhao's thanks to you for sending the Lord's Tribulation."

Waving his hand, Zhao Lang replied casually.

"Thank you, you won it yourself."

Although these magic weapons were not in Zhao Lang's eyes at all, Master Yuding still insisted on letting him accept them, otherwise it would be difficult to do business when he went back.

So Zhao Lang grudgingly put it in his sleeves and said with a faint smile.

"I see that your complexion is not good, could it be because of Erlang's matter?"

Zhao Lang explained what Yu Ding was thinking in one word, and the latter sighed again and again.

"At first, I just wanted to find someone who would take my place. Unexpectedly, after getting along for a while, I already regarded Erlang as my own, but he disappeared suddenly. I was very disturbed!"

Zhao Lang smiled, and just about to speak, the system prompt appeared in front of him.

"Ding! It is detected that the real Yuding wants to learn about Yang Jian from the host, and you can choose."

"One, tell Master Yuding the truth, but you will be known by the teaching, and you can get a law of the great way."

"Second, make insinuations, but don't say it clearly, you can get two Dao laws."

As soon as the system options came out, Zhao Lang hesitated.

Daoist Yuding may not have any bad intentions, but it doesn't mean that the rest of the audience did not. They will definitely use cause and effect to see what Zhao Lang said to him.

Before becoming a god, Yang Jian's news cannot be revealed at all.

After making a choice, Zhao Lang looked at Yuding.

"Don't worry, isn't he going down the mountain just to practice? At this time, he might be staying somewhere in closed-door practice, waiting for the arrival of the catastrophe."

Hearing this, Yuding's brows stretched.

But still sighed: "I hope so, I hope so!"

After saying a few words, Master Yuding finally left and returned to Kunlun, Zhao Lang casually took out the treasure bag and handed it to a disciple.

Received the inexplicable reward from the master, the disciple was so excited that he almost fainted.

Constantly kowtowed to thank, bursts of laughter came out, but Zhao Lang disappeared from the peach forest.

Taking one step forward, he came to the human race.

Put away Shengwei, disguised himself and changed his attire, Zhao Lang was no different from ordinary people.

At this time, the person who ascended the throne was Emperor Yi, and Zishou must not be far away.

When Emperor Yi was in power, everything was smooth and there were no major disturbances.

But often the calmer the surface, the more dark and turbulent it is.

At this time, among the human race, the Saint Sect was almost divided into the human race.

The two religions accounted for half, and the Western religion and Nüwa also accounted for half.

Nuwa can still occupy a quarter of the luck of the human race, which Zhao Lang did not expect.

It turned out that Emperor Yi didn't know that the tendon was wrong, and he actually built a Nuwa temple on a treasure mountain not far from the country.

On the grounds of its creation of all things, the incense burns continuously and is enshrined in merit.

After all, the current saints compete for the merits of the human race with their own means, and Nuwa must have done something unknown to allow a human race who has never received her favor to build a temple for her and then mold a golden body.

Zhao Lang wanted to find out, so he set up a cloud and came near the Nuwa Temple.

At a glance, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

After using his spiritual power to observe, he said in surprise.

"There is a demon?"

(End of this chapter)