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

Chapter 92
"You don't need to scare me. Everyone in the world knows that there are only seven saints in the prehistoric world. Where did you come from as a counterfeit? I am the subordinate of Yaosheng Lu Ya of the Yaozu. I advise you not to meddle in your own business!"

The big demon was sweating coldly, but his tone was arrogant, as if he was very satisfied with the backer behind him.

Zhao Lang was happy.

"What is Lu Ya? I'll spare your life and go back and tell him that the sage Zhoushan is waiting for him. If he dares to come, I will abolish his holy throne."

Although Lu Ya became a saint with the help of Hongmeng Ziqi, his strength is nothing more than Nuwa and Zhunti, and equal to Yuanshi Tianzun, but Zhao Lang is not even afraid of Hongjun and Tongtian leader now, so how can he be afraid of him?

Putting away his strength, the big monster struggled to get up, stared at the Chaos Palace hanging in mid-air, and left viciously.

Naturally, he couldn't see Lu Ya, a small demon clan Jinxian, who usually governs some little demons with lower cultivation levels, and has to be suppressed by the big Luo Jinxian in the monster clan.

Could it be that he was afraid that Taoist Yang Mei would make a secret move while he was out of the mountain, Zhao Lang would have already broken through and came out to dominate the prehistoric world.

Watching the monster flee away, Zhao Lang put away the Houtian Lingbao.

"No matter how small a fly is, it's still meat!"

He said with emotion, and then waved his hand, Jiang Huan appeared in the Chaos Palace.

Looking at the carved beams and painted buildings of this treasure hall, resplendent and magnificent, Jiang Huan's already weak legs softened, and he knelt down in front of Zhao Lang.

"So sensible?"

Zhao Lang smiled and said lightly, "Do you want to worship me as your teacher?"

Hearing this, Jiang Huan felt that his ancestral grave seemed to be smoking, so he hurriedly kowtowed.

The sound of bang bang resounded in the hall, endlessly...

"Enough is enough, it's not going to the grave."

Zhao Lang waved his hand, and Jiang Huan felt his physical strength recover instantly, even lighter than before.

The reputation of the Zhoushan saint in the prehistoric world is no longer as good as when Xuanyuan Shaohao was in power. Because Zhao Lang did not compete for luck, the other saint sects, including many rising sects, gave Zhao Lang the luck of the human race. Divide up.

You must know that when Xuanyuan was in power, almost all the human race believed in Zhao Lang.

Although it is unknown, there are still some temples that were built in the mainland of China today. Although they are dilapidated, they can be distinguished. The plaque says Zhoushan Saint Temple.

Jiang Huan also felt that he seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, but he was not very impressed.

But the moment Zhao Lang made his move today, he decided that the saint of Zhoushan was definitely a real saint!

There is no hesitation for a saint to accept himself as a disciple, just kowtow and thank him quickly.

Afterwards, Zhao Lang passed on his Thousand Mountains Shocking Thunder Palm, a practice that he had not used for a long time, as well as eighty-nine Xuangong and other cultivation methods that Jiang Huan could bear.

The latter worked diligently and found a place to live in the Chaos Palace, and began to retreat with Zhao Lang.

"Master, why don't you come out of the mountain?"

One day, after Jiang Huan finished practicing, he came to Zhao Lang and asked with some doubts.

Zhao Lang raised his eyelids, and said calmly: "If you go out, you will die, but if you can live in seclusion here, which one would you choose?"

Jiang Huan fell into deep thought.

"I chose to leave the customs. After all, isn't the purpose of practicing is to travel the prehistoric world?"

Zhao Lang didn't answer.

After all, the human race is a human race. They always think that they are the protagonists of the fate of the world, and they always have a kind of drive that is not afraid of death.

Zhao Lang admired them very much, but when he thought of leaving the customs, he resisted unconsciously.

Taoist Yang Mei and Chaos Demon God wondered if they would be watching him in the prehistoric at this moment, but they didn't show up?
After all, all the developments in the Chaos Realm are too similar to the Great Desolation, and even the Infinite Calamity is almost completely copied. There must be someone in the Chaos Realm who has been to the Great Desolation to know these details and repeat them there.

Zhao Lang thinks this person is Yang Mei.

Therefore, if you don't figure out the situation, you can't get out of the customs, you are the strongest, and he may stay here for the rest of his life...

Jiang Huan couldn't bear his temper, after decades of closed-door training, he bid farewell to Zhao Lang and wanted to travel down the mountain. In order not to get involved in karma, Zhao Lang severed his master-student relationship with him when he went down the mountain.

Even though Jiang Huan was very reluctant, he had no choice but to choose between traveling in the prehistoric world and his master Zhao Lang. He still chose the former, and then he bowed three times and kowtowed nine times outside the secret realm of the avenue, and left Buzhou Mountain.

Watching Jiang Huan leave, Zhao Lang sighed.

"Hey! It seems that in the prehistoric world, apart from Hongjun, there is no one else who likes to retreat like him."

By the way, how is Hongjun doing recently?I haven't had time to curse him for a while, and I have reduced his merits, have I let down my vigilance?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang summoned the merit book and merit pen...

the other side.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was sitting on a futon with a solemn expression. Behind him were two fairy boys serving at the side. They acted carefully, not daring to make any noise for fear of disturbing Daozu.

However, Hongjun suddenly frowned and stood up abruptly.

This scared the two fairies to their knees.

However, the former swept towards the floating island in the middle of Buzhou Mountain through his spiritual consciousness.

He saw Zhao Lang smiling at him!

Angry, out of breath!
Before Haotian was sent to apprentice Zhao Gongming, but the latter did not know what he said to the Jade Emperor. After returning, the Jade Emperor actually started to practice in seclusion?

He didn't know that Haotian wanted to practice hard because he was touched by everything about Zhao Lang, but he only felt that he was defeated by Zhao Lang instead.

Intrigue among saints is normal, especially among other saints of heaven, there are endless schemes.

But as the Taoist ancestor, since he beheaded Luohu and became a sage, he began to intend to conform to the way of heaven, and he would be ridiculed by a younger generation, and the strength of this person is now out of his control.

Thinking of this, Hongjun's silver teeth snapped.

"But it's okay, in a few days..."

He snorted coldly, returned to the futon again, and practiced with his eyes closed.

Chaos Palace.

Zhao Lang cursed for more than an hour, and finally he was really tired of writing, so he put it in his sleeve with some insatiable desire.

Presumably if I "take care" of Hongjun in this way, he will definitely not just let it go.

Zhao Lang thought that at this time in the prehistoric world, as long as he stays in the secret realm of the Dao, as long as he does not come out, there is no danger.

But there are still many people who have bonded with Zhao Lang and have a master-student relationship in the prehistoric world. If Hongjun attacks them, they will not be able to move at all.

But that old dog probably wouldn't do it himself.

After all, if Hongjun wants to be in harmony with the way of heaven, he needs to abandon all distracting thoughts, eliminate karma, and accumulate a lot of merit.

Zhao Lang is like a little bee, flying so fast that he can't catch it, nibbling back and forth on the merits that Hongjun has worked so hard to accumulate.

Although the loss was not much, it was enough to make him furious.

"It is very likely that he will let Liu Sheng or Lu Ya come to trouble me or the disciples again."

Zhao Lang suddenly thought of this and felt a little uneasy.

No, as the senior and master in their hearts, I still have to help them.

Don't do evil because it is small, and don't do good because it is small!
right!With great power comes great responsibility.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang opened his right eye and looked at Wudang Sect through Zhang Tian, ​​his avatar.

"Brother, have you heard? An apprentice who is not good enough to accept the mountain has come down the mountain, and recently he has become popular among the human race!"

"I've heard it! That man... Jiang Huan, when did Zhoushan become so powerful, isn't there a deserted place?"

As soon as he went out, some voices entered the clone's ears.

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, this Jiang Huan was really motivated, and not long after he went down the mountain, his reputation had already spread to Taiyue Mountain.

Shaking his head, Zhao Lang looked at Xuan Heihu and Zhang Ling, and motioned for them to come over.

The two approached and knew it was Zhao Lang, so they saluted one after another.

"Kunpeng didn't come again recently?"

The avatar Zhang Tian asked Xuanheihu.

The latter shook his head, "No, but according to Kong Xuan, Kunpeng has been doing evil among the human race recently, doing all kinds of evil. Now the people down the mountain are already in dire straits. Most people came to the mountain gate to join our sect in order to take refuge."

"Ding! It is detected that Kunpeng is leading the monsters to harm the common people, and you can choose."

"One, go out immediately and kill him. You may attract Taoist Yang Mei and get the Kunpeng wings."

"Second, it has nothing to do with you, just take care of your own sect, and you can get a Xuanbing Needle."

"Three, the deity does not go out of customs, but use the avatar to help the human race get out of the water and fire, and you can get a derivative futon."

It seems that Lu Ya is really not suitable to be a saint!

He reassembled the monster clan by himself, but did not control it, which caused that Kunpeng to lead the monsters to cholera.

"Are the rest of the saints also not moving?"

Through Zhang Tian's mouth, Zhao Lang asked.

Xuan Heihu shook his head.

Strange, these saint sects rely on the beliefs of the human race to accumulate merit, so they should show up immediately if they say something, right?
Are they waiting for something.

(End of this chapter)