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

Chapter 349 Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao

Floods don't count years.

I don't know how much time has passed since Zhao Lang left the customs.

But it seems that because of Zhao Lang's exit, everything related to the catastrophe in the prehistoric world has temporarily stopped.

But it was only short-lived. Behind the surface calm, there were dark waves turbulent in the background.

At this time, Zhao Gongming was sitting on the Chaos Palace.

On the left and right sides, the personal disciples and a group of prehistoric and powerful friends stood on the left and right, with different expressions, but they all looked excited.

However, at this moment, a mountain-patrol disciple hurriedly appeared outside the hall and said anxiously.

"Master! A suspicious person has been found around Mount Buzhou!"

Zhao Lang slowly opened his eyes from the closed eyes meditation.

He had already noticed that person.

With a slight smile, Zhao Lang at this time is No. 1 in the wild, even if Na Hongjun came, he would not be moved.

I saw him waving his big hand, and a boundless spiritual power swept through the rustling wind!

next moment.

A middle-aged man was moved into the Chaos Palace by him.

The man fell from mid-air.

He looked around in amazement, and then turned to the expressionless Zhao Gongming on the throne full of shock!

His dao roots are shallow, and although he is a cultivator, his spiritual power is pitifully small.

The first time Zhao Lang saw him, he felt a little familiar.

Spiritual thoughts swept across this person through cause and effect.

Immediately, a piece of information came into his mind, and Zhao Lang figured out the identity of this person.

After understanding.

The corner of his mouth raised, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Opening his mouth lightly, Zhao Lang's voice echoed in the Chaos Palace, making it even more solemn and majestic.

"Senior Jiang Huan, do you know me?"

The man fell to his knees, trembling.

He has never seen such a majestic person, even the king of the human race is not half as good as Zhao Lang.

At this moment, how could he say anything out of fright?
It's just faltering, hesitating, not knowing what to say.

The Zhou Shanzong disciples on the side couldn't see it.

Kick him from behind.

The man let out an exclamation and fell to the ground again, only then did he react.

He said tremblingly: "Yes, you are Zhou Shan...the saint..."

"Jiang Ziya, did your master send you here?"

Zhao Lang asked again.

Jiang Shang is indeed the descendant of Jiang Huan back then.

His footsteps are extremely poor, presumably because of Zhao Lang's curse on the Jiang family, which caused his younger generations to be inferior to the previous generation. In Jiang Shang's generation, even if he put in ten times more effort than ordinary people, he gained a lot. It is only one-tenth of the results of ordinary people's efforts.

Zhao Lang looked at Jiang Shang.

"How courageous are you? How dare you break into the gate of my Zhoushan Sect?"

Jiang Shang panicked.

The Zhoushan sage in front of him, of course, knows how powerful the latter is.

Buzhou Mountain is so close to Kunlun Mountain, and taught many seniors, including Yuanshi Tianzun, everyone told Jiang Shang not to enter the range of Buzhou Mountain lightly.

Yet he was still curious after all.

Today, just after taking a step, Zhao Lang moved him into the hall and questioned him here, so I couldn't help but feel uneasy, more fear.

But Jiang Shang didn't know what mistake he made, which caused Zhao Lang to have a bad impression of him.

At the beginning, his ancestor Jiang Huan planned to murder Zhao Lang's clone in the mainland of China.

The result was a fire.

Instead, he lost the family's spiritual roots and dao rhyme.

Since then, the members of the Jiang family have not only practiced slowly.

The realm of cultivation is more than a hundred times worse than that of ordinary practitioners.

Zhao Lang glanced at Jiang Shang.

Just as he was about to speak, a system prompt appeared in his mind.

"Ding! It is detected that the host has met Jiang Shang Jiang Ziya, a man of great luck, and can choose."

"One, kill Jiang Shang immediately, which can be rewritten as a god, but it will attract the dissatisfaction of Yuanshi Tianzun, and he will attack Zhou Shanzong's disciples."

"Secondly, secretly control Jiang Shang, let him fear the host, and control the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods."

Look at the options in front of you.

Zhao Lang was a little confused.

Although he is not afraid of Yuanshi Tianzun now, the most important point is that Zhao Lang is not a bloodthirsty person. It is not his style to blame Jiang Huan's mistakes on Jiang Ziya.

Zhao Lang smiled lightly after making his choice.

But he didn't expect that although Jiang Ziya didn't have much spiritual power to follow, his luck could be so great.

Those who obliterate great luck will definitely be targeted by other saints.

"You are born extraordinary. Although the spiritual power is not strong, but the mission of heaven is in your body. Remember to meet my disciples of Zhoushan Sect in the future, and you must respect them a hundred times. Otherwise, the ancestor, I will probably do it myself. When the time comes, don't blame me for not being early. remind you."

Although Zhao Lang didn't like Jiang Shang very much, he didn't want to kill him directly.

After all, he is just a junior with a meager cultivation base. Even if the list of gods is in his hands, it will be difficult for him to make a big deal with his cultivation base.

The most important thing is to rely on the extremely high cultivation powerhouses around him.

However, those strong men have already been controlled by Zhao Lang at this time, so he has nothing to worry about.

After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he didn't wait for Jiang Shang to answer.

With a flick of two fingers, Jiang Shang felt his body suddenly fall!
Opening his eyes again, he regained his composure.

He found that he had been thrown out of Buzhou Mountain.

He groped all over his body, still undecided in shock.

Afraid that something was missing from him, he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was safe and sound.

"Buzhou Mountain is really scary! The saint of Zhoushan is really scary! We will definitely not come again in the future!"

He muttered in his mouth and got up quickly.

Running frantically towards Kunlun Mountain...

And even though Zhao Lang let him go, he left a spiritual thought on him.

This divine sense will become the key to his reversal of the situation in the future.

Not long after Jiang Shang was released.

Shen Gongbao also became a brother of Jiang Ziya from an unknown disciple of Kunlun Mountain.

But Yuanshi Tianzun felt that Shen Gong Baoshen's face was ugly, and he was really not suitable to be the chosen one for Ying Jie.

Shen Gongbao was a little helpless, his appearance at this moment was not up to him to decide.

Even up to now, Shen Gongbao doesn't know how he turned into Hong Jin's appearance.

With a frustrated face, he came out of Yuxu Palace and went all the way down the mountain gate.

At the foot of the mountain gate, he sighed, but was attracted by a voice. In the blink of an eye, he saw that it was a black tiger tens of feet long!
Shen Gongbao was shocked, and just about to use his spiritual power, he was directly rushed by the black tiger!

The powerful impact pushed Shen Gongbao to the ground, making him unconscious.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding carved beams and painted buildings were resplendent and resplendent, and he was lying on the golden brick floor of a huge palace.

Standing up in a hurry, Shen Gongbao scanned his surroundings.

Several people in the hall stood with their hands behind their backs, each with a different expression.

But most importantly, everyone has a powerful aura of spiritual power that is enough to scare him.

Scanning left and right, Shen Gongbao finally set his sights on the person sitting on a huge throne on the steps of the treasure hall.

The man looked otherworldly.

Not angry but majestic and dignified.

And the man seemed to be looking at himself with a faint smile at this moment.

The latter was taken aback.

Rubbed his eyes.

When he saw clearly who was on the throne, he suddenly fell to his knees.

He bent down on the ground, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and burst into tears!

"Master!"

Shen Gongbao has never forgotten the days of cultivating in Wudang Sect and Buzhou Mountain. It was the happiest time for him. After his body was changed inexplicably, he found that this appearance brought him more than just being discriminated against. .

It can be said that it has plummeted.

All the disciples of Chanjiao disliked him.

Even the strange beast wanted to tear him to pieces when he saw him.

Even a saint, his current master Yuanshi Tianzun.

I always feel that he is slightly inferior to Jiang Ziya, who lacks spiritual power and spiritual root.

Now I saw the saint Zhao Gongming on Wednesday again, my master back then.

He has mixed feelings!
However, Zhao Lang looked at him with a smile because a system prompt appeared in front of him.

"Ding! It is detected that Shen Gongbao is in a difficult situation at this time, and the host can choose."

"One, take a shot to kill, to avoid troubles caused by Shen Gongbao in the future, it can rewrite Fengshen."

"Second, help Shen Gongbao, let him be used by the host, and master the Heavenly Tribulation."

Zhao Lang will not kill Shen Gongbao.

This person is also very poor.

When he first accepted Shen Gongbao into the Wudang Sect, he knew that this person would never do all kinds of evil like in the original history.

Even if he really became a bad person, he was forced by others.

Everything was still to be blamed on Hong Jin.

And Hong Jin was in the midst of intercepting the teaching at this time, and it could be said that he was doing well.

It is in sharp contrast with Shen Gongbao.

Shen Gongbao raised his head to look at Zhao Lang, but lowered his head guiltily.

Because he knew that his appearance was really ugly at this time.

However, Zhao Lang didn't take it seriously, he pointed lightly, and a wave of spiritual power lifted Shen Gongbao up.

The latter was a little surprised and looked at Zhao Lang.

"Master! This disciple is ashamed of you, please forgive me!"

Zhao Lang waved his hand and smiled disapprovingly.

"What's your fault?"

Shen Gongbao felt guilty.

He said: "A disciple betraying the general is a great disrespect to the master!"

(End of this chapter)