Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 92 Meet Tongtian Aoyang to Kunlun!
"Yes, Big Brother."

Everyone nodded, and after skipping the three major rules, they began to focus on the dozens of small rules.

After some deliberation, a month has passed. Several of them have been deleted and a dozen more have been added. The cumulative total is one hundred.

"Okay, since everyone has no objections, I will submit this compiled canon to Master for review."

At this time, Duobao seemed to remember something and asked, "Senior Brother, the canon is here, but who will enforce it?"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked. How could they forget this? There are rules but there are no people to implement them. Isn't it just like a verbal check, completely useless?

"The person who will enforce the law? I already have someone chosen."

Zhao Gongming smiled mysteriously, said goodbye to Duobao and others, turned into a golden light, and rushed towards the Shangqing Palace.

In front of the Shangqing Palace, Zhao Gongming bowed his hands and said, "Disciple Zhao Gongming, I would like to pay my respects to the teacher. I have completed all the tasks you gave me."

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed. There were four phantoms of fairy swords looming behind him. The infinite kendo aura was wrapped around him. At this time, Tongtian seemed to be a transformed fairy sword, full of sharp aura. It makes people afraid to get close. It is obvious that Tongtian is comprehending the supreme swordsmanship.

Suddenly, Tongtian's eyes opened, and in his dark eyes, the true meaning of endless swordsmanship flashed through. The next moment, he slowly said, "Come in."

The sound fell, and the gate of Shangqing Palace opened to both sides with a creaking sound.

Zhao Gongming stepped into it and saluted Tongtian again.

"Get up."

Tongtian fired a burst of magic power, lifted Zhao Gongming up, and then looked at him with interest.

"How about it, have we established the rules of the Shangqing lineage?"

"This is a detailed compilation by a disciple. Master, please take a look."

Zhao Gongming handed the jade slip to Tongtian.

As soon as Tongtian's thoughts came to his mind and his soul swept away, he understood all the contents in the jade slip. But soon, he frowned and even said with some confusion, "There are more than 100 rules in total. This must be too many rules. "

A wry smile appeared on Zhao Gongming's lips, "As I said before, nothing can be achieved without rules, and these rules seem to be many, but they are not complicated in fact. As long as we disciples of the Shangqing lineage abide by the way of practice, in fact, there are and are not any of these rules , actually they are all the same.”

Tongtian nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with light.

"Nothing can be done without rules. That's what you said. Let's try this set of rules first."

Although Tongtian felt that this set of rules was too complicated, since it was made by his eldest disciple, he had to try it no matter what. If it didn't work, he would just modify it.

After Tongtian finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned and asked the same question as Duobao and others, "Yes, there are rules, but who will enforce them?"

Zhao Gongming said, "The golden hoop is the fairy horse."

The reason why Zhao Gongming chose the Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui was after careful consideration.

The Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui seemed to be ordinary among the immortals who accompanied him, but in the future Catastrophe of Conferring Gods, he was able to restrain the real Huanglong among the Twelve Golden Immortals with just one blow.

Although Master Huanglong is said to have no treasures, no mounts, no disciples, and three no masters, and is the bottom among the Twelve Golden Immortals, he is a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, and his Taoism will not be any worse.

But he was still restrained by Jin Huanxian's blow, which shows how deep Jin Huanxian's magic power is.

Of course, strength is only one aspect. What Zhao Gongming values ​​most is the talent of Golden Hoop Immortal!

In the Battle of the Gods, the leader of Tongtian Cult set up a great formation of ten thousand immortals to fight to the death with all the saints.

Later, the Four Saints entered the formation, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was broken. The Golden Hoop Immortal Horse then turned into three golden hoops: forbidden, tight, and golden.

He tortured Sun Wukong, Black Bear Spirit, and Red Boy to death, which shows his power. Zhao Gongming couldn't be more relieved to let Jin Guanxian take charge of law enforcement. "Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui?"

Tongtian thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and showed satisfaction on his face.

"You are serious about it, so let's do everything as you say."

After speaking, Tongtian paused again, "The promulgation of the sect rules should wait until Saint Nuwa gives a sermon. In the remaining time, let them practice more and gain greater benefits when preaching."

Tongtian has experienced the sermons of the Taoist ancestor of Zixiao Palace, and he knows very well how much a saint's sermon can improve the monks under the saint!
"Disciple understands."

After Zhao Gongming finished speaking, as soon as he exited the Shangqing Palace, he saw Qiu Shouxian flying over on a white cloud, shouting to Zhao Gongming as he flew.

"Elder brother, there is a dragon at the bottom of the mountain looking for you."

The immortals who followed him watched Zhao Gongming display his power, punish Jin Guangxian, and defeat Taoist Huangquan.

Now everyone is more obedient and has a better attitude than the other, which makes Zhao Gongming a little uncomfortable.

"A dragon? Looking for me? Is it Ao Yang?"

Zhao Gongming was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled that when he left the human race in the ancestral land of the East China Sea and guarded the human race for 1000 years, he made a special trip to the East China Sea.

Ready to fulfill his promise, take Aoyang back to Kunlun Mountain and join his teacher.

But Ao Yang refused, and said firmly that he would rely on his own ability and come to Kunlun Mountain to become his disciple.

Seeing that Ao Yang was so stubborn, Zhao Gongming didn't bother to persuade him anymore, and returned to Kunlun Mountain with Liu Er and others.

"What's the name of that dragon?"

Zhao Gongming asked.

Qiu Shouxian scratched his head and said honestly, "He said he is the prince of the Dragon Clan, his name is Ao Yang, and he came to Kunlun Mountain to become a disciple. However, some time ago, the teacher just gave the order to close the mountain, so I did not send him Put it up."

"Ao Yang and I have an agreement. It was I who asked him to come to be my disciple. Come on, take me to see him."

"Yes, Big Brother."

Qiu Shou Xian took Zhao Gongming down the mountain. On the way, Qiu Shou Xian asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, I heard that after the Longhan catastrophe, the three Xiantian clans secluded themselves from the world, and the Dragon clan suppressed the world. Why did they come to Kunlun Mountain to become my disciples?"

Zhao Gongming pointed to the sky, "Heaven's oppression is too severe, and the Dragon Clan cannot withstand it, so we need to find a backer."

"Heaven. Demon King"

A flash of fear flashed in Qiu Shouxian's eyes, and he did not dare to ask any more questions.

For a monk like him who was once a wild monk, the Demon Emperor of Heaven was a high-ranking figure who looked down upon the nine heavens and ten earths, and the four seas and all the wastelands.

Qiu Shouxian knew very well that the less you knew about such a big shot, the safer you would be.

Zhao Gongming looked at Qiu Shouxian's scared look, with a smile on his face.

"Why are you so afraid? If you join my Shangqing lineage, you are my Xuanmen disciple. You don't have to be afraid of heaven."

"Yes."

Only then did Qiu Shouxian realize that he was now a member of Xuanmen.

The Xuanmen is so powerful that not even the Heavenly Court or the Wu Clan can compare with it. What else is he afraid of?
(End of this chapter)