Prehistoric: The female saint Shiji, brilliant and talented

They immediately saw Qiang Liang and the two demon gods in confrontation, and they thought they had come at the right time.

Everyone stared at Qiang Liang and the other two from a distance, as if they were watching a play, without moving their eyes away. The atmosphere on the top of the mountain suddenly became weird.

Qiang Liang glanced at the crowd watching and snorted coldly.

Suddenly, thunder roared from the top of Mount Xumi, and the terrifying aura of the law of thunder surged out of Qiangliang's body, turning into countless beams of lightning, rushing straight towards the onlookers. Everyone screamed and wailed, and the scene was once very desolate.

Qiang Liang did not attack Ying Zhao and Bai Ze. Although he had a hot temper, he was not a brainless person. He knew that once he fought with Ying Zhao and Bai Ze, it would inevitably lead to a war between the two tribes, and the consequences might be disastrous.

Ying Zhao and Bai Ze also saw Qiang Liang's intention, and after some ideological struggle, they decided to give up the top-grade innate spiritual roots and give them to Qiang Liang. After all, the Wu clan has already produced a powerful Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and the demon clan is temporarily at a disadvantage.

When the atmosphere on the top of Mount Xumi was tense, two pairs of eyes were also looking at the direction of Mount Xumi from the top of the Spiritual Mountain in the Western Realm. They were Jie Yin and Zhunti.

"The fish has been hooked." Zhunti stood there, his eyes flashing with a look of success.

Jie Yin sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, with his hands clasped on his knees, a strange smile on his face and a deep look in his eyes.

"Over the past thousand years, I have deduced the secrets of heaven millions of times, and each time it indicates that a great catastrophe is about to come." Jie Yin said, with the power of heaven surging all over his body, "Except for another war between the wizards and the lich races, I can't figure out what else can cause the catastrophe."

When Zhunti heard this, he became bright and his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. Ever since the Three Pure Ones attained enlightenment and became saints, they have gradually gathered most of the luck in the prehistoric world. If this continues, our Buddhist sect will never prosper. Only when a great catastrophe comes can our Buddhist sect escape from this predicament!"

Jie Yin nodded in agreement.

He recalled the humiliating scene thousands of years ago when the Four Swords of Zhu Xian threatened Lingshan, and a feeling of humiliation surged in his heart.

He remained silent that day, fearing the unity of the Three Pure Ones and the rising fortunes of the three religions.

Once the two sides go to war, even if the two saints of the West do not die, the fortune of Buddhism will be completely devoured by the Three Pure Ones.

For thousands of years, the Four Tongtian Swords that suppress Lingshan have become a laughing stock in the prehistoric world.

Jie Yin always wanted to reverse the situation and avenge the humiliation he suffered in the past.

According to his countless deductions, now is the best time to provoke a war between wizards and liches.

To this end, Jie Yin set a trap on Mount Xumi using ten top-grade innate spiritual roots as bait to lure the powerful warriors of the two races, the Lich and the Wizard, into fighting each other.

From the moment Qiang Liang stepped into the Western Realm, he had fallen into Jie Yin's trap.

“Haha, those Three Pure Ones are nothing but some guys who have benefited from Pangu’s bloodline. When it comes to scheming, they are no match to my brother.” Zhunti laughed.

However, after another stick of incense had passed, there was no more violent roar or energy collision on the top of Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti became suspicious, "It seems...that they are not fighting?" he said doubtfully.

Jie Yin frowned, and quickly formed a seal with his right hand, condensing a space teleportation array.

The scene at the center of the magic circle is the top of Mount Sumeru.

Qiang Liang was still in a standoff with Ying Zhao and Bai Ze. Although Ying Zhao and Bai Ze had already thought of retreating, the two races of witches and liches were mortal enemies after all.

Neither side can guarantee that they will not be hit by a fatal blow from the other side when they turn around and leave.

Therefore, they did not dare to take risks easily. As time went by, Qiang Liang noticed more and more that every flower, grass and tree on the top of Mount Xumi seemed to be deliberately arranged by humans.

He secretly thought that all these arrangements might have been done intentionally by the two saints from the West.

Between those ten top-notch innate spiritual roots, deep in that gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, there lurks a heart-pounding force of annihilation!

Just based on the might of that annihilation force, it is enough to infer that even a quasi-saint-level strongman would find it difficult to create such a scene!

However, what exactly do they want to do?

Qiang Liang's heart was filled with deep confusion. Could it be that the two saints from the West had carefully arranged all this just to nourish those innate spiritual roots?

This is obviously impossible.

After careful consideration, Qiang Liang vaguely felt that there must be a complicated purpose behind all these arrangements on the top of Mount Xumi.

Moreover, this purpose is very likely closely related to oneself!

Just as this thought flashed through Qiang Liang's mind, before he could think it over carefully, a powerful aura suddenly broke through the restrictions of Mount Sumeru and descended to the top of the mountain!

This strange aura immediately attracted the attention of Qiang Liang and the two demon gods.

Not long after, with the arrival of that breath, a ray of light gradually appeared, and between the flickering light, a human figure slowly condensed.

When Qiang Liang saw the man's face clearly, extreme shock suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Because the person who came was none other than the Taoist Master Zhunti, one of the two saints in the West!
The original delicate balance was broken again, and the sudden appearance of the Taoist Zhunti made the three people present feel nervous.

No one knows which side Zhunti is here to support.

"Meet Saint Zhunti!"

Bai Ze reacted very quickly and immediately saluted to the Taoist Zhunti.

Taoist Zhunti turned his gaze to Bai Ze and nodded slightly, without any emotion on his face.

As the ancestor of witches, Qiang Liang has his own pride, so naturally he would not lower his face to please the Taoist Zhunti.

"What are you two doing here?"

Taoist Zhunti suddenly asked, obviously talking to Ying Zhao and Bai Ze.

"We are here for the innate spiritual roots on the top of Mount Xumi. We hope the saint can give us medicine!"

Bai Ze answered quickly.

The appearance of Zhunti brought new hope to Bai Ze.

In the prehistoric world, the Wu Clan has always been known for its tyranny and ferocity, which has also led to the fact that most of the prehistoric powerful people are not friendly to the Wu Clan.

Hearing this, Zhunti glanced at the ten innate spiritual roots in the sea of ​​flowers, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"If you want, you can go get it yourself."

As soon as Zhunti said this, Ying Zhao and Bai Ze immediately showed expressions of great joy on their faces.

However, Zhunti's next words made the two demon gods frown again.

"But there are ten innate spiritual roots. How are you three going to divide them?"

Zhunti's gaze swept over several people.

From Ying Zhao and Bai Ze's point of view, since Zhunti has agreed to let them take it themselves, they will not share it with Qiang Liang under any circumstances.

After hesitating for a moment, a burst of white light suddenly burst out from Bai Ze's deep blue eyes!
Under the slightly surprised gazes of Ying Zhao and Qiang Liang, Bai Ze activated his cultivation level of an early quasi-saint, transformed into a ray of white light, and rushed straight to the center of the sea of ​​flowers!
Qiangliang suddenly remembered that Yingzhao and Bai Ze seemed to be unaware of the strangeness of the sea of ​​flowers.

Seeing this, Qiang Liang retreated to one side several dozen feet away and took the initiative to make an unobstructed passage for Bai Ze.

Ying Zhao had been watching Qiang Liang's every move. When he realized something was wrong, it was too late to remind Bai Ze.

Bai Ze rushed into the sea of ​​flowers and was instantly swallowed up by a terrifying force of annihilation.

"Ying Zhao! Save me!"

All that was heard was a shrill cry for help coming from Bai Ze's mouth.

Ying Zhao’s figure flashed, and his cultivation at the peak of the early stage of Quasi-Saint burst out, and he immediately rushed forward.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and a big hand suddenly formed above the sea of ​​flowers, forcibly grabbing Bai Ze out of the force of annihilation!
The whole process took several breaths of time.

This was a huge flaw that Ying Zhao and Bai Ze left for Qiang Liang. In fact, if Qiang Liang had taken action just now, with his cultivation level of the middle stage of Quasi-Sage, Ying Zhao and Bai Ze would have been killed for sure!

Not only Qiangliang himself had such thoughts in his heart, but also the phantom of Zhunti that condensed from the void.

There was a flash of anger in Zhunti's eyes, but it was hidden well and not noticed by others.

"Damn it, what is he staring at?"

Zhunti secretly complained about Qiang Liang in his heart.

When Bai Ze greeted him, Zhunti had already conceived a plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

But Qiang Liang didn't do anything just now!
Qiang Liang slowly looked at the Taoist Zhunti, with a dark light flickering in his eyes.

He had already guessed the purpose of Zhunti, or rather, guessed the purpose of the two Western saints.

It is very likely that the other party had begun to plot against him the moment he entered the Western Realm.

The purpose is to provoke a fight between the two races of wizards and liches!
Thinking of this, Qiang Liang suddenly felt disgusted.

As an ancestor witch, he naturally looked down upon these conspiracies and intrigues.

Then thunder roared on the top of the mountain, Qiang Liang directly spread out his thousand-foot-long body, forcibly tore a crack in the forbidden barrier of Mount Sumeru, and broke through the air!

Qiang Liang's move was to demonstrate his strength and also to warn the two saints in the West.

Looking at Qiang Liang's disappearing back, Zhunti narrowed his eyes slightly, with an extremely cold look in his eyes.

After a few breaths, Ying Zhao reappeared on the top of Mount Xumi, supporting the seriously injured Bai Ze.

Bai Ze, who was originally as white as snow, was now covered in blood and his breath was very weak.

The two looked at Zhunti with eyes full of resentment.

It is obvious that if Zhunti had not spoken, Bai Ze would not have easily trespassed into the sea of ​​flowers and ended up in his current miserable state.

Not only did he fail to take away the innate spiritual roots, he was also seriously injured!

Just as the two demon gods were about to leave, they suddenly heard Zhunti speak.

"stop."

Zhunti's voice was not loud, but it contained great deterrent power.

Ying Zhao and Bai Ze froze on the spot.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhunti appeared in front of the two demon gods.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your search for natural treasures?"

Seeing that he could not provoke a fight between the wizards and liches, Zhunti could only settle for the next best thing and find out the purpose of the wizards and liches' massive search for rare treasures.

Hearing this, Ying Zhao and Bai Ze felt a chill in their hearts.

They also knew nothing about this issue.

"This is the will of the Emperor of Heaven. We have no right to interfere."

After a moment, Ying Zhao answered cautiously.

Zhunti looked at the two of them carefully, and his eyes became increasingly cold.

"The Emperor of Heaven often sends large amounts of natural treasures to Jiejiao."

In order to save his life, Ying Zhao had no choice but to reveal the secret, but it was obvious that he could not reveal more.

In the end, Zhunti did not take action against the two demon gods.

Killing Ying Zhao and Bai Ze would not only be unhelpful to the development of Buddhism, but would also transfer the anger of the demon clan to Lingshan.

By then, even if Lingshan is not afraid of the demon clan, it will indirectly lead to the failure of the witch-lich catastrophe to proceed smoothly.

Golden light surged on the top of the mountain, and Zhunti's figure disappeared.

Only after making sure that there was no one around did Ying Zhao and Bai Ze breathe a sigh of relief.

The innate spiritual roots are still growing in the sea of ​​flowers, but they no longer have the desire to covet treasures and only want to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Dozens of breaths later, with the help of Ying Zhao, the two demon gods left Mount Xumi and embarked on the journey back to heaven.

"wrong!"

"There's something strange on Mount Xumi!"

As the second among the ten great demon gods of the demon race after Ji Meng, Ying Zhao is far superior to the average people of the same realm in both combat power and intelligence.

When Bai Ze heard Ying Zhao's words, a look of deep doubt appeared in his eyes, and it was obvious that he still didn't know what had happened.

"The reason why Qiangliang never competed with us for the ten innate spiritual roots is because he had already seen that the so-called immortal medicine on Mount Xumi was clearly a plot by Zhunti!"

Ying Zhao explained grimly.

"A calculation?"

Bai Ze thought carefully about Ying Zhao's words and soon discovered something wrong.

"Zhunti suddenly appeared and used words to lure you and me into snatching the innate spiritual roots, just to create an opportunity for Qiangliang to take action."

"Once Qiangliang takes action to kill you and me, the Second War between Witches and Liches will ensue!"

“By then, the wilderness will be shaken and the sky will change dramatically. The Western Spiritual Mountain can take this opportunity to rise in the troubled times!”

Yingzhao analyzed continuously.

Every word he said accurately judged the situation.

It’s a pity that Ying Zhao realized it too late, otherwise Bai Ze would not have been seriously injured for no reason.

The destructive force in the sea of ​​flowers contained power that was unimaginable to the two of them.

Even if Ying Zhao personally took action to heal Bai Ze's injuries, it would be just a drop in the bucket and would be of no help.

Bai Ze's injuries were far more serious than they appeared.

The reason why he was able to hold on until now and not fall down was entirely due to his own powerful cultivation and tenacious will!

The only way at present is to return to heaven and beg the two demon kings for help, so as to get a chance of survival for Bai Ze.

Fei Lian from the demon clan, the powerful one who was once ranked among the top ten demon gods, died because of his own foolish behavior. Now the situation is so complicated that the loss of another demon god is really an unbearable burden!

At the top of Lingshan Mountain, the golden light transformed by Zhunti quietly appeared.

"Did you fail?" Jie Yin's low voice echoed on the top of the mountain. As soon as Zhunti appeared, he felt this question.

"Yes." Zhunti nodded frankly without hiding anything.

"Why is this so?" Although Jie Yin's tone was calm, there was surging anger hidden in his eyes.

Knowing his senior brother's character well, Zhunti did not dare to do anything to offend Jie Yin at this moment.

"The masters of both the witch and lich tribes are unwilling to act rashly." Zhunti said in a deep voice, "But according to Ying Zhao, the demon tribe is searching for natural treasures in order to send them to Jin'ao Island on the coast of the East China Sea, which is the territory of Jiejiao." (End of this chapter)