Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 293 [Zhang Yan’s plan to overthrow the fruit tree]

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian told what Patriarch Bodhi had previously ordered.

Zhang Yan smiled coldly, "This Patriarch Bodhi is really seeking death. Since he was still thinking of plotting against Zhen Yuanzi during his journey to the west."

"Master, it seems that Patriarch Bodhi's plan to plot Zhen Yuanzi's fruit tree is of no benefit to him. Why would he do this?"

This is something Yang Jian has never understood.

Zhang Yan thought for a moment and understood the thoughts of Patriarch Bodhi, and said slightly: "He wants Zhen Yuanzi to owe him a cause and effect in Buddhism."

"Zhen Yuanzi has always been known as a good old man, but if you overthrow the ginseng fruit tree, he will never give up. If Patriarch Bodhi takes action to save the life fruit tree again at this time, Zhen Yuanzi's character will definitely not pursue it again. I even owe Patriarch Bodhi a favor."

"this."

Yang Jian never expected that Patriarch Bodhi had such a plan. Moreover, using his disciple as a spearman was a bit too much.

"Master, shouldn't I overthrow this ginseng fruit tree?"

From the bottom of his heart, Yang Jian didn't like being plotted against, especially by cooperating with the cunning Patriarch Bodhi to plot against Zhen Yuanzi.

After all, Yang Jian is also a human race, and Zhen Yuanzi has a great favor to the human race, so he doesn't want to do this.

Zhang Yan shook his head slightly, "I'll go and see what Patriarch Bodhi did to the ginseng fruit."

With that said, Zhang Yan turned into a point of light and fled towards the backyard of Wuzhuangguan.

This Wuzhuang Temple is protected by an innate formation. It is not a place that can be entered and exited casually. However, there is no large formation guard inside Wuzhuang Temple.

Or Zhen Yuanzi also thought that in the entire prehistoric period, except for saints, it was impossible for that little thief to escape his innate formation and enter it without feeling.

As for Zhang Yan's incarnation, he resided in Yang Jian's body and escaped from the innate formation, so naturally he would not be noticed by Zhen Yuanzi.

In the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple, a large, ancient tree stands tall. On top of this lush canopy, there are more than 20 fruits hanging. These fruits look like babies, and they are full of vitality.

This human fruit contains the innate Yimu essence. If a person is destined to smell the fruit, he can live 360 ​​years, and if he eats one, he can live 47,000 years.

Although the incarnation of Zhang Yan's words could not use all the cultivation levels, the power of the soul was still at the late-stage quasi-sage level. When he came to the side of the fruit tree of life, he suddenly understood.

"This Bodhi Patriarch is really cruel. He actually blocked the entire trunk of this fruit tree."

Zhang Yan smiled slightly. Although Zhang Yan didn't know when Patriarch Bodhi started to take action, he was certain that the time was definitely not short, at least millions of years.

Hundreds of years ago, Patriarch Bodhi had already tampered with the ginseng fruit tree, but Zhen Yuanzi never noticed it. Only he himself, the Saint Zhunti, could do this.

"However, if I meet you, I'm afraid Bodhi you will be in bad luck."

Zhang Yan smiled coldly. Now Zhang Yan's cultivation is the strongest among the quasi-sages. If he were to take action, with the full deductive blessing of Daoyan Tianzun, his cultivation in an instant would exceed the limit of the quasi-sages. , half a foot stepped into Hunyuan.

This is also Zhang Yan's trump card that makes him confident of being on par with the Three Corpses of the Saint. After all, the Three Corpses of the Saint are only at the late stage of the Quasi-Saint. Because they are blessed by the power of the Saint, they are invincible among the Quasi-Saints.

Zhang Yan can also use the Dao Yan system to temporarily reach this level.

A green light flashed above Zhang Yan's eyes, which was Dao Yan's system's reconnaissance method.

Soon, Zhang Yan clearly analyzed the backhand behind Zhunti Liu's fruit tree.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand, and an aura appeared on the trunk of the ginseng fruit tree and blended into his hand. This was the method left by Zhunti, one of the auras. With this aura, Zhen Yuanzi must also know clearly whose plan this is.

After Zhang Yan finished all this, he smiled coldly. Since Patriarch Bodhi ordered Yang Jian to overthrow the ginseng fruit tree and pushed it over, Patriarch Bodhi's plan was destined to fail.

It may even arouse Zhen Yuanzi's anger. It would be terrible for an honest person to get angry.

Especially when a veteran and powerful person like Zhen Yuanzi gets angry, the whole world will be shaken.

After Zhang Yan finished these things, he also swept away more than 20 living fruits from the tree. After all, the tree would fall down soon.

And this fruit of life falls when it encounters gold, withers when it encounters wood, melts when it encounters water, burns when it encounters fire, and enters when it encounters soil. It is also a waste after the tree falls, so it is better for Zhang Yan to pick it and forget it.

The night was dark and windy, which was a good time to do bad things. A dark figure fled towards the backyard of Wuzhuangguan. It was Yang Jian who was wearing the identity of Yuan Hong.

After receiving Zhang Yan's instructions, Yang Jian did not hesitate, and immediately ran to the backyard of Wuzhuangguan while the night was getting dark.

"This fruit tree is really big."

Yang Jian was surprised. There are no ginseng fruits on the ginseng fruit trees now, because the fruits were all placed on Yang Jian by Zhang Yan.

Although the fruit of life is good, it does not mean much to Zhang Yan, and what he appears is just an incarnation, and it is impossible to bring him back to Zizhou Mansion.

"It's such a shame that it's pushed."

Yang Jian shook his head, but the movement in his hand did not stop. An iron rod appeared in his hand. Although this iron rod was exactly the same as the Bohai Optimus Prime in Yuan Hong's hand, it was the three-headed dragon transformed from Lingbao. .

As a spiritual treasure, the three-headed dragon can transform into any kind of spiritual treasure, and the imitation is almost the same.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, looking at the ginseng fruit tree in front of him, raising the weapon in his hand high, condensing majestic power.

"what!"

As soon as the stick was swung down, violent wind and waves swept across, hitting the fruit tree in an instant.

"Boom!"

A loud noise shook the entire Wuzhuang Temple. Affected by the huge force, the ginseng fruit tree was directly blocked and broken, and the huge crown collapsed to the ground.

"hey-hey."

After Yang Jian finished all this, he fled directly and found Xuanzang and others leaving towards the west under the cover of night. Of course they had to run away. If they waited for Zhen Yuanzi to come back and saw that their beloved fruit tree of life was broken, I'm afraid I'm going to take action immediately.

In the outer world of chaos, Zhen Yuanzi, who was invited by the Second Sage of the West to discuss the Tao in the Elysian World, suddenly changed his expression. The fruit tree of life had already been refined by him, and he felt it the moment it was smashed.

"Shuzier, you dare to touch my ginseng fruit tree."

Zhen Yuanzi had no time to take care of the two sages of the West, so he directly interrupted his sermon, turned into a stream of light and escaped from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, heading towards the prehistoric world.

"Amitabha."

Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin looked at each other, smiled, and recited the Buddha's name together. Everything was under their control.

(End of this chapter)