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

Chapter 345 Babel: What should I do?
After making a choice helplessly, Zhao Lang's divine sense swept across King Zhou, and he soon discovered the clue.

He actually has the seal of the Western religion?

Frowning slightly, Zhao Lang probably understood why King Zhou became like this.

Exercising his spiritual power, he traveled through the vast wilderness and came to the Lingshan Mountain.

Countless Buddhas are gathering in Daleiyin Temple to listen to Zhunti's preaching.

Seeing Zhao Lang appearing, Zhunti was shocked, and the huge golden body instantly became the size of an ordinary person.

"Zhao Gongming? What are you doing here?"

He looked at Zhao Lang with a solemn tone.

"What do you say?"

Zhao Lang asked calmly with a blank face.

Zhunti narrowed his eyes, and seemed to think of something after a while.

With another wave of his hand, the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats in Leiyin Temple all exited the hall one after another.

Zhao Lang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhunti with a disdainful expression.

"How courageous are you? Zhunti, as a saint, you have directly intervened in the catastrophe. Aren't you afraid that other saint sects will target you?"

Hearing what he said, Zhunti's expression became more dignified.

"how do you know?"

Zhao Lang didn't answer, just sneered.

"Let me advise you to take care of yourself. If it happens again, I will not have the attitude I have today."

"you……"

Zhunti stared, and Sheng Wei immediately cast it.

After all, he is also a sage of heaven, and Zhao Lang really didn't take him seriously when he talked to him like this.

And Zhao Lang really didn't take him seriously.

After humming lightly, he disappeared into the Great Leiyin Temple.

Only the angry Zhunti was left behind.

After leaving Lingshan, Zhao Lang returned to Chaoge.

While King Zhou fell asleep, he pulled out the spiritual power of Buddha light in his brain, and then disappeared again.

When King Zhou woke up from his sleep, he felt as if he had done a lot of sinful things...

Thinking that this would prevent future troubles, Zhao Lang left.

Back to Buzhou Mountain.

Because the Master Tongtian came to look for him now.

Zhao Lang moved the leader of Tongtian into the secret realm of the Dao.

"Your disciple is a bit rampant, and even came to me to act wild?"

He looked at Tongtian and said lightly.

Tongtian originally wanted to share the results of the battle, but recently his sect was in the wild, and it can be said that he suppressed the sects of other saints to shame.

He came here triumphantly, but he was a little surprised to hear what Zhao Lang said.

"Why did they come to you? I have ordered before that no Jiejiao disciples will come to Mount Buzhou?"

Zhao Lang didn't bother to explain, and presented a piece of cause and effect directly in front of Tongtian.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tong Tian gradually became embarrassed.

"How could they take action against Lao Dan's eldest disciple? They even chased him here. It really shouldn't be!"

"Shouldn't it be?"

Zhao Lang frowned.

"It's not just wrong, Tongtian, do you know that your current momentum is actually not a good thing?"

Tong Tian was stunned, "The disciples of my sect are now everywhere in the prehistoric, and the disciples of my sect can be seen everywhere in the prehistoric, and the human race has gradually begun to believe in my sect, and gain merit for me, what's wrong?"

Zhao Lang sighed.

"This catastrophe is not the catastrophe of the first-level dragon and phoenix and the catastrophe of the Lich. Your disciples are in the prehistoric world. That is the greatest tragedy. Do you think that the Chanjiao and the Western Cult are in a hurry?"

It is true that most of the Twelve Golden Immortals who preached at present have not left the mountain, and Western religions only have some Buddhas scattered here and there.

Tong Tian thought about it carefully, it is indeed so.

"What do you mean?"

"This catastrophe, if your disciple can't retreat, that's fine. After the catastrophe, Jiejiao will naturally become the number one saint sect in the wild."

He paused and said again.

"It's a pity that your disciples are loose by nature, brave and aggressive, easily provoked, and lack of self-cultivation, which will eventually bring them great disasters, but you still have to let them all come out of the mountains at this time to create power in the prehistoric , now you have monopolized sixty-seven out of ten of the prehistoric karma."

Hearing this, Tongtian's expression instantly became dignified.

All the disciples in his teaching were in prehistoric times, and they were busy fighting for the luck of the heavens, but they forgot about the karma of the catastrophe.

With a hesitant expression on his face, he looked at Zhao Lang.

Although his goal was not to become the number one saint sect after the Heavenly Tribulation, he also didn't want to see all his disciples filling the list of gods.

What's more, now is not a good time to take action against Hongjun, and he hasn't found a chance to use his Death Pill yet.

"Then Gongming, what do you think I should do?"

Master Tongtian's tone was a little apprehensive.

It can be seen that this is him asking Zhao Lang for help.

It's just that he is a saint, so he can't put down his face to ask for it. This is already a sign of his softness.

But at this moment, a system prompt appeared in front of Zhao Lang's eyes.

"Ding! It is detected that the Master Tongtian is asking for help from the host, and you can choose."

"One, if you refuse to help and let all the members of the Jiejiao fall, you can get a law of the great way."

"Second, help Tongtian, save some of the disciples of the Interceptors, and you can get the Primordial Scroll."

What is the Primordial Scroll?
Looking at the options in front of him, Zhao Lang felt a little embarrassed.

To be honest, he didn't want to participate in this catastrophe.

The main reason is because Bi Xiao's primordial spirit is still in the hands of Hun Yuan.

After thinking about it, Zhao Lang sighed.

"I can help you. At that time, I won't let your disciples fill the list of gods, but there is one thing, your disciples are not allowed to attack my disciples."

With these words, Master Tongtian was relieved.

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Now Zhao Lang is the only one standing with him in the prehistoric times.

The two said a few more insignificant words, and then Master Tongtian left and returned to Biyou Palace.

Zhao Lang shook his head.

However, just as he was about to summon his disciples to the Chaos Palace, a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

Zhao Lang was taken aback for a moment, and smiled unexpectedly.

"Okay! That's great!"

After speaking, he disappeared into the Chaos Palace again.

Turning into a breeze and fleeing into the void, Zhao Lang quickly came to the Valley of Lost Souls in Guanjiangkou, cast his spiritual power into it, opened his eyes again, and returned to the realm of chaos.

However, he didn't stop on his feet, exerting his lawful spiritual power, he headed towards the position of Pohuangyuan.

When he came to Pohuangyuan, Zhao Lang looked down, and there was a huge current of spiritual power constantly surging below.

Yang Jian is about to advance!

The Fire Clan elder came out and looked at Zhao Lang.

"Senior, you are here."

Zhao Lang nodded.

"How long?"

The former thought for a while: "It's been about an hour."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang immediately used his spiritual power and escaped into the Phoenix Breaking Abyss.

There are countless flames and lava around, and Zhao Lang can't be hurt at this time, much more relaxed than when he entered last time.

Seeing Yang Jian sitting cross-legged, Zhao Lang spread out one hand, and a law of spiritual power slowly gushed out!
Feeling a powerful spiritual force, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes.

"Master!"

Zhao Lang smiled slightly.

"Concentrate, I will help you prove the way today as a teacher!"

After finishing speaking, he kneaded the magic power in his hands repeatedly, and finally turned it into a wave of mysterious and mysterious spiritual power, and was pulled out of Zhao Lang's hand alive!
The law of eyes!

This rule is perfect for Yang Jian!
Although Yang Jian was excited, his body was already enduring tremendous pain.

Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is not so easy to prove. Stepping into the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian means that he has no destiny with the way of heaven and has a relationship with the Dao.

Zhao Lang looked at Yang Jian, spread his palms out, and then spiritual power suddenly flooded the entire Pohuangyuan.

The red to black magma suddenly boiled, as if it was about to explode!
Yang Jian's beaded beads of sweat kept rolling down, looking at his expression, he seemed to be in great pain.

Zhao Lang frowned, very cautious.

He threw out several jade bottles with his other hand, and in the high-temperature environment of Pohuangyuan, the jade bottles burst instantly, and several pills scattered out.

Zhao Lang crushed the pill with spiritual power, crushed it into powder, and then waved his hand towards Yang Jian's position.

The powder was instantly evaporated into a puff of fresh air by the high temperature, which was inhaled by Yang Jian.

Immediately, the spiritual power soared!
Yang Jian's expression also relaxed a little.

Then came the most critical time!

Zhao Lang unleashed his spiritual power, and the law of eyes instantly turned into a scarlet light, which quickly turned into three thousand blood needles as thick as embroidery needles at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

The corners of Zhao Lang's brows twitched, looking at Yang Jian, he spoke.

"Disciple, hold back!"

(End of this chapter)