original sword god

Asked about the change of the joyful atmosphere in the hall, Jieyin and Zhunti sat on the side, and many original disciples lived on the right, with solemn faces on their faces. In the very center, he was looking at Zhunti without blinking, making Zhunti's forehead drip with sweat.

"Original Daoist, Senior Sister Nuwa, do you know why I've been waiting here," Jiezhi said after seeing Empress Nuwa's sharp eyes staring at his younger brother Zhunti, which made him a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing more than the catastrophe of conferring the gods. This matter has been agreed a long time ago. Please come back, the two Buddhist saints," Yuanyuan smiled suddenly when he saw that Yingying opened his mouth to seize the opportunity. Such situations have long been common in later generations, so He also knew how to control the situation again, and he just asked the two saints to leave. This action couldn't help but make all the disciples a little puzzled, and even Lian Yin and Zhun Ti were dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, Daoist, although this time the gods killed Haotian because the disciples of Chanjiao angered Haotian, but the person who should be robbed is now owned by Chanjiao, and I signed the list of gods in Zixiao Palace, which is considered an alliance. How can you not make calculations and let your disciples be on the list for nothing?" Zhunti was a little stunned, and wanted to let Yuanyuan dispel this thought, so he couldn't stop shaking out all the words in his heart, while Jieyin stood aside several times Even if he wanted to intervene, he couldn't intervene, he just opened his mouth.

"Well," Yuanyuan nodded, and said to Jieyin: "It's more straightforward for Junior Brother Ling to mention the saint, Jieyin Saint, you have to learn from Junior Brother Ling, since we are allies, then we should treat each other honestly ,"

After listening to Yuan Yuan's words, Zhun Ti understood what he said, and looked at the darkening face of the leading Taoist with a pale face, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Seeing this, Empress Nuwa was overjoyed. She never expected her husband to speak so sharply. It only took one sentence for Zhunti to explain everything in her heart. The original anger also disappeared a lot, but this did not mean that she She no longer has the intention of taking revenge on Western Buddhism. As a saint, her face is naturally the most important thing.

After Jieyin gave Zhunti a hard look, since the words had already been said, he was not afraid to tell the truth, and then said: "Xiqi is the protagonist of this catastrophe, this time we should work together to send Disciples from other sects are listed on the list and have completed the number of days of the week, Daoist thinks whether this statement is true, "

"It really should be like this," a faint light flashed in Yuan Yuan's eyes.

"Since such a major event is settled, Dao Zun naturally knows that this catastrophe is divided into four forces, and the Donglu side chosen by the senior brother Lao Tzu is the weakest, and although the senior brother established a great teaching, but the number of people is the smallest, Even if it is the Jizhou side chosen by the Nuwa senior sister, the senior sister does not establish a big religion, and there are no disciples under her seat. There are 360 ​​gods waiting in Zhoutian, and I must be born from the four religions, but the number of you and me is so small that it is not enough There are so many numbers to fill up the Zhou Tian, ​​do you think so, brother," Zhunti then interjected.

Yuan Yuan's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was in deep thought, but he nodded slowly.

When Jieyin and Zhunti saw it, they were overjoyed. They never expected that things would go so smoothly. As long as Yuanyuan Taoist nodded, the pressure on Buddhism would be relieved instantly. The masters were worried, which made them feel extremely comfortable.

"In that case, I'll take my leave now," Jie Yin immediately clasped his hands together, bent slightly and made a bow.

Only then did Yuanyuan suddenly open his eyes, "Well, well, okay, you two go slowly,"

Jieyin and Zhunti suddenly smiled, and their faces collapsed with sorrow, as if they didn't wait for the original to see off the guests. The two saints turned into a cloud of colorful clouds and went straight to the Western Paradise.

Only then did Yuan Yuan pull out the hand of Empress Nuwa who had been twisting him from her waist. Nuwa looked at him with an extremely ugly face, as if she had endless resentment.

"Ma'am, what are you doing?" Yuan Yuan looked a little surprised, but saw that the disciples were all looking at them with wide eyes, so he waved his hand, and the seven disciples saluted and left.

"Husband, what did you promise me? Have you forgotten? You said you wanted to vent your anger on me, but the first sentence at the beginning sounded pretty good, but in the end you became the echo of two shameless Western Buddhists. Do you really want to sacrifice the interests of the third brother and form an alliance with the second sage of the West," Nuwa pouted, twisting her original arm continuously, with an expression of not letting go if you don't agree to me.

"Madam, calm down, when did I say that I would agree to form an alliance with them? The second holy wolf in the West is ambitious. How can I be their echo, bah bah, what are you talking about? Have you ever seen such a handsome bug?" Yuan Yuan While speaking, she retracted Nuwa's tender hand from her waist to her palm without any trace, and kept interjecting between words.

"Bah," Nuwa spit at him coquettishly, and then she seemed to have suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the case, husband, you are simply too bad, you are thinking of forming an alliance with them, and secretly using some tricks to make them Your disciple Ying Jie, husband, you are simply too cunning."

"What cunning, I'm a resourceful man, you dare to say your husband is cunning, see if I don't punish you," Yuan Yuan turned and ran towards Nuwa, who turned and ran away with a blush on her face.

In fact, Nu Wa only explained part of it. Yuan Yuan is more worried about the Demon Sect Wutian. This person who knows the direction of the Conferred God War like him, Yuan Yuan thought whether to let Buddhism and the Demon Sect fight. Fight to the death and live on, both sides will be hurt, and then the disciples of Chanjiao will come out to clean up the mess, so the result will be more satisfactory.

In the north, Wen Zhong urged Mo Qilin to come to the front of the battle, and Yuan Futong also urged the horse to come to the opposite of Wen Zhong.

"Yuan Futong, you have received great kindness from the merchants, and the king treats you with the respect of a prince. Why don't you want to serve the court, instead raise an army to rebel and bring disaster to the world? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Yuan Futong's obese body moved slightly, and the green horse under his seat snorted suddenly. When he heard Wen Zhong's question, he forced a smile, glanced at the man in black who was sitting beside the green lion, and then said: " Old grand master, the child of King Zhou acted recklessly, and even thought of cutting the feudal clan. The title of the 72 princes like me was not established by him, a yellow-mouthed kid. What right does he have to cut the feudal clan? You don’t have to scare me. Since I dare to pull the flag rebel, I am not afraid of you,"

When Wen Zhong heard Yuan Futong's unrepentant words, his expression was furious, and he swung his double whips at Yuan Futong. Seeing this, Yuan Futong smiled contemptuously, and patted the green horse sitting on his seat, and the green horse backed away again and again. After a few steps, Yuan Futong was guarded by two priests in black robes.

Seeing this, Shen Gongbao said with a smile: "My lord, Gongbao has no achievements in battle this time, so these two fellow Taoists will guard the lord. How about letting Gongbao do this battle?"

Yuan Futong was overjoyed when he heard the words. He had some doubts about Shen Gongbao at first, but now all doubts disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Since the immortal master asked for a fight, then let the immortal master go to challenge." Beside Yuan Futong, Yuan Futong said in a low voice: "Wen Zhong Taishi is very skilled in martial arts, sir, be careful." In the barracks, Shen Gongbao made some suggestions several times and was adopted, and now even Yuan Futong secretly addresses him as sir.

Shen Gongbao nodded, and patted the back of the green lion, and the green lion rose into the air. Shen Gongbao reached into his arms, took out two copper coins, and put the copper coins in his palm. hit.

"Boom," Wen Zhong hastily stretched out his steel whip to resist, never thinking that the power of the light circle is so great, the Mo Qilin under Wen Zhong's seat let out a sharp hiss, and took a few steps backwards to barely cancel the power of the light circle.

Xin Huan, who was beside him, saw it clearly, and hurried forward to help Wen Zhong off the Qilin, only to see that the tiger's mouth of Wen Zhong's hands holding the steel whip had been shattered, the difference in realm was too obvious, and Mo Qilin also suffered a lot injury.

Old Wen Zhong blushed, he had never thought that this little-known Taoist priest would have such supernatural powers, while the generals in Yuan Futong's camp were in high spirits.

In the barracks, a tall black man jumped out of the formation and shouted loudly: "The Taoist priest opposite, don't hurt the grand master, let me fight you." Holding a big stick in his hand, he killed When he came to the battle, he was still yelling: "The last general is the first to go to the officials, and the Taoist priest on the opposite side will save his life."

"It turned out to be evil," Yuan Futong's face changed when he heard it. It is rumored that this evil person is born with a cold heart, extraordinary talent, and infinite strength. Both parents died after birth, and he was adopted by Grand Master Wen. Ren Congjun has never had a defeat since he joined the army, and even Wucheng King Huang Feihu was no match.

"Hehe, it turns out that there is still the blood of the witch clan. The hatred of the witch clan is very deep, so it just ends here," Shen Gongbao thought to himself, but when he saw the two Taoists with their heads wrapped in black robes in the blink of an eye, his thoughts suddenly stopped. pregnancy.

"I'm Shen Gongbao, a casual cultivator in the East China Sea. Today, Master Yuan Futong invited me to come and help me with my fist. I won't hurt you. You just retreat." Shen Gongbao turned around, and the green lion spun straight down.

"Wow, how dare you underestimate me and give me a stick," he raised a stick as thick as his arm and hit Shen Gongbao head-on. A keel, this keel was crystal clear with red spots, and seemed unusually strong.

Shen Gongbao raised the keel horizontally, and used three points of strength to receive the vicious blow.

"Kacha," the keel unexpectedly split open, Shen Gongbao dodged across the body, backed up a few steps, bloodshot eyes appeared on the palm of his hand, and retreated, Shen Gongbao was a little surprised, this kind of attack was already close to the power of a great witch No wonder.

"My lord, this evil is extremely powerful. I'm no match, and I forgot about the lord's atonement," Shen Gongbao hurriedly said to Yuan Futong, and raised his hand, so that Yuan Futong could see a trace of bright red in his palm.

Seeing that the attack was effective, Elai was overjoyed and came striding forward, and even launched another attack on Yuan Futong. In Yuan Futong's formation, a Taoist flew out of the mission with shaking hands, just covering the top of Elai's stick, Elai After exhausting all his strength, the stick seemed to have stopped in the air and could not move, so Elai hurriedly dodged to throw away the stick and ran away.

Wen Zhong also nodded to Elai, seeing the magic weapon released from the opposite side, he knew that Yuan Futong had capable people in his formation to help him, and immediately knew that this battle might be difficult to fight.