Laozi, the Great Supreme Being

Chapter 842 A picture, a role model for our generation
  Yuanzi of Daxian Town in Dixian Mansion. He used thunderous means to take back the Emperor's Seal from the hands of the Jade Emperor Haotian, the Lord of Heaven, and his angry and depressed mood was greatly relieved. Start laughing wildly.

The saints around him looked at Zhen Yuanzi like this. Look at the so-called Emperor's Seal in his hand. Everyone looks at each other in confusion. Some saints who had a harmonious relationship with Zhen Yuanzi even shook their heads and sighed.

Zhen Yuanzi, who was in a state of excitement and madness, also noticed the great powers around him, and his attitude was a bit subtle.

He controlled the Emperor's Seal, and those great powers who were determined to win the Emperor's Seal did not come to snatch it immediately. That was a vague look. I don’t know what is going on in my heart?
  "Fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi. Look down at the Emperor's Seal you got. It's not too late to say something!"

A quasi-sage who had always been on good terms with Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but remind him.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the so-called treasure seal in his hand in confusion.

His face suddenly darkened. Extraordinarily ferocious. He stretched his neck and scolded Ziwei Changsheng and the two.

"Evil obstacle, what is this? Where is the treasure seal of Pindaoyao? Where is it?"

While talking. He also threw the package in his hand into the distance.

The things in the baggage also appeared in front of everyone in the prehistoric era.

What was inside was not the so-called Emperor's Seal at all, but a well-made scroll. Everyone watched from a distance before this. From the corner exposed in the package, it could be seen that it was not the Emperor's Seal at all, so there was no intention of snatching it at the first time. This time, he was under Zhen Yuanzi's anger. Throw it into the air. The scroll has been completely unfolded in the air. Immediately attracted the attention of many powerful people.

Driven by curiosity, everyone's eyes were bright. When they carefully looked at what was drawn on the scroll, everyone was stunned. Looking at his face like this, he was also very amused.

This scroll also attracted Zhen Yuanzi's attention. His eyes touched the painting on the scroll. Suddenly he was furious, as if he wanted to spit out fire.

"Ah, ah, ah, daring madman, how dare you bully a poor man like this, I will make your life worse than death today."

It’s no wonder that Zhen Yuanzi was so angry when he saw what was drawn on the scroll paper. The paper of the painting was lifelike, with many figures of saints fighting in ancient times appearing.

Each figure is elegant and elegant, with an air of immortality. Immortal power is everywhere. All kinds of magic weapons are intertwined. Every moment of silence and movement, the supreme charm of the immortal figures can be reflected.

But one of the saints takes up a lot of paper. But his appearance was extremely sloppy. The Taoist robe was torn and dripping with blood. That extremely miserable saint. It is today's Yuanzi of Daxian Town in Dixian Mansion.

"That procrastinating-looking immortal. What do you think of my painting? This is a picture that I spent a lot of time and effort on when my fellow Taoist was fighting against the other powerful beings. Such a magnificent painting can also be called a painting. Go to the pinnacle of my work since I was born in this world."

Ziwei told Zhen Yuanzi. While not forgetting to nod and admire his paintings.

Many of the powerful people around him didn't understand the details of Ziwei's longevity. Think of them as two ordinary quasi-saints, and deeply admire their courage and courage to confront the saints.

"These two guys are really courageous people. It seems that they are trying to get the ancient treasure, the Emperor's Seal, and they don't know how to advance or retreat."

"Although I have the same level of cultivation as my two Taoist friends, I dare not ridicule and bully Saint Zhen Yuanzi like this. Such behavior. I am a model of quasi-sage in the ancient times."

Some quasi-sages were greatly impressed by Ziwei Changsheng's style. In the prehistoric world, the various levels of cultivation are quite strict. That is an unbridgeable gap. There is also great suppression in terms of status between levels.

Some quasi-saints faced higher-level saints. I was filled with awe in my heart, not daring to do the slightest act of disobedience. But in the deepest part of my heart. There will also be some waves. I dream that one day I will pull down those lofty saints from the altar. Then give him a beating.

I watched my peers put this wish into practice. Although they were in awe of the saint in their hearts, they did not dare to act like this. But I admire even more, Ziwei’s approach to longevity. Considered as an example of a quasi-saint. As a prehistoric monk, you should have such courage.

But the other prehistoric monks present didn't think so. One by one they started to lower their heads and talk.

"These are two weirdos that jumped out of which rock. They really don't know how to live or die. How dare they collide with each other like this? The famous Immortal Zhen Yuanzi. Let's just sit back and watch the Immortal Yuanzi show off his power."

"Hahaha, I really don't know where these two Taoist disciples came from? It seems to me that his disciples are also weird like this. I really want to take a closer look at his disciples."

Some ancient monks. Have the attitude of watching a show. Comment on what is happening in the sky.

(End of this chapter)