I, Kunpeng, established the Heaven Court at the beginning and seized the position of Saint

Inside the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

"Haha, Guangchengzi left the magic treasure on his body to spare your life. Otherwise, you will wait for your three flowers to be cut and your five qi to be completely destroyed."

After seeing the panic-stricken expressions of the Eight Immortals of the Chan School, especially Guangchengzi who was extremely terrified, Chang'er Dingguangxian was very excited.

Innate spiritual treasure, and the Fantian Seal which is not inferior to the innate spiritual treasure.

He just didn't believe that Guangchengzi could be so cruel.

Similarly, the Eight Immortals of the Chan School also discovered the problem and were all terrified.

"How dare you, you thief from Jiejiao!"

"You are a heretic. You dare to reduce my cultivation? Is this just a punishment from the Saint of Yuxu Palace?"

"What kind of magic weapon is this!"

The Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect were terrified, only to see the Seven Immortals of the Jie Sect laughing ferociously and waving their battle flags behind them.

At the same time, under the urging of the formation flag, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl at the center of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation emitted golden light, continuously brushing out golden light into the formation.

After these golden lights passed over their bodies, the Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect were terrified, because they found that every time the golden light passed over, a part of their cultivation would disappear.

Those with weaker cultivation have already seen that their three flowers are gradually withering and dying.

"How dare you!"

"Guangchengzi! Spiritual treasure or cultivation, it's your choice!"

Chang'er Dingguangxian's eyes were red, and now he was only interested in Guangchengzi's spiritual treasure, and nothing else.

However, although the Chan sect is despicable and shameless, it still has some blood in it to be able to cultivate to this point.

Guang Chengzi shouted angrily:
"You evil creature, are you worthy enough to covet my spiritual treasure?"

I have to say that Guangchengzi was very brave. After all, on the path of cultivation, if one does not even have this little courage, even if there is a saint behind him, it would probably be a luxury to even achieve Daluo in this lifetime.

The Eight Immortals of the Orthodox School underestimated the power of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation. Even if they used the method of sacrificing the formation to remove the evil, they were still no match for the golden light within the formation that could sap their cultivation.

"How dare you, you thief from Jiejiao!"

"How dare you! I am a disciple of Yuxu Palace, you guys..."

After seeing the panic-stricken looks on the faces of the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect, the Seven Immortals who were accompanying them couldn't help but burst out laughing. The Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, who was so majestic yesterday.

It is really refreshing to see such panic today.

"Haha, Juliusun, quickly leave your innate spiritual treasure behind. Otherwise, this place is doomed to fail. Just wait to be on the Conferred God List."

Under the temptation of the innate spiritual treasure, the seven immortals who were serving him all showed greedy smiles, especially the long-eared Dingguang immortal, who looked at Guangchengzi angrily.

"Good Guangchengzi, today I want to see whether you are stubborn or my Jiejiao's Nine Bends Yellow River Formation is powerful. When the time comes, I will cut off your three flowers and close the five qi in your chest. Then I want to see if you can still keep this spiritual treasure."

In anger, the long-eared Dingguang immortal waved the formation flag behind him. For a moment, the formation was filled with golden light, which made the golden immortals of the Chan sect even more frightened.

After all, every time the golden light passes by, it can wipe out a part of their cultivation.

At the center of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, Zhao Gongming stood in front of the formation platform, looking at the situation inside the formation, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"My fellow brothers, these people are disciples of our master from Kunlun Mountain's Yuxu Palace. If they all die here, there will be almost no one left in our master's Chan Sect..."

At this time, Zhao Gongming pretended to be hesitant.

Among the disciples of the Chan school, Nan Ji Xian Weng and Yun Zhongzi are not just disciples of the Chan school, but also direct disciples of the sage Yuanshi Tianzun.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect are the disciples who rely mainly on the fortune of the Chan Sect.

To put it simply, before the founding of the Chan Sect, Nan Ji Xian Weng and Yun Zhongzi were already disciples of the sage Yuan Shi Tian Zun, while the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were disciples accepted after the founding of the sect.

This is why the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan sect are so concerned about the fortune of the Chan sect.

However, Nan Ji Xian Weng and Yun Zhongzi are different. They enjoy the blessing of the saint's luck.

"Brother Gongming Dao! This matter cannot be handled with a woman's mercy!"

When he heard Zhao Gongming's hesitation, Chang'er Dingguangxian couldn't help but reveal a hint of resentment, and even talked about what the Chan sect had done before.

"When my disciples of Jiejiao were killed by disciples of Chenjiao, did these Chenjiao Golden Immortals show any mercy? Did they consider that these were disciples of Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea?"

"If you want to talk about me, kill me!"

"Hehe, success or failure is already decided. We are only taking their magic weapons, not killing them without permission."

Looking at Chang'er Dingguangxian and others who were filled with anger, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Time is destiny!"

Zhao Gongming bowed his head helplessly. Seeing the throbbing of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, he couldn't help but sigh:
“My fellow brothers, when Sister Yunxiao lent me this treasure before we came here, she said that we only needed to teach the disciples of the Chan Sect a lesson to save the face of the Jie Sect, and we should not hurt anyone’s life easily.

It would be better if we captured these disciples of the Chan Sect and sent them to the Biyou Palace to be handed over to the Saint Teacher."

As Zhao Gongming hesitated, Chang'er Dingguangxian couldn't help but show dissatisfaction.

"The disciples of the Chan Sect can slaughter us disciples of the Jie Sect at will. Does that mean that the people of the Jie Sect deserve to die?"

"We will not give up until the Chan Sect hands over these spiritual treasures today."

"Not bad!"

The seven immortals who were attending the Jiejiao glared at them angrily. Although they were disciples of the saint, they had no innate spiritual treasures on them. However, every disciple of the Chanjiao started with an innate spiritual treasure.

How could this not make them jealous, and it was inevitable that they would become greedy.

You know, this is an innate spiritual treasure. Even a quasi-saint would fight for it.

However, how could Zhao Gongming not know what these brothers were thinking? He could not help but show emotion, shook his head and bowed:
"Thank you all for coming to help me this time. The three sects of Xuanmen have already made an agreement. I am not going to stop them. But if something happens to the disciples of the Chan Sect here, I am afraid that the Chan Sect...

It would be better to take the spiritual treasures of these disciples of the Chan Sect first. Of course! Today, I will rely on you brothers. I will not take any of the spiritual treasures of the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect."

When Zhao Gongming said this, he looked even more heroic, and he bowed to everyone and said:
“The winner has been decided. My fellow brothers have been kind and righteous. Sparing Guangchengzi and the others’ lives and not sending them to the Conferred God List is already a great kindness. How dare they occupy the innate spiritual treasures?

When the time comes, we will escort these disciples of the Chan Sect to the Biyou Palace. Not only will this enhance the prestige of our Jie Sect, but we may also gain the approval of the Saint Teacher..."

Following Zhao Gongming's words, Chang'er Dingguangxian and others couldn't help but be moved.

Yes.

If the eight golden immortals of the orthodox sect are brought back to the Biyou Palace, then Master Tongtian will be proud and may even bestow treasures on them.

As for the treasures of these disciples of the Chan Sect? They did not harm their lives, which was already a great kindness.

"Haha, Brother Gongming is indeed kind and righteous." "That's a good thing to say."

The conversation between Zhao Gongming of the Jiejiao and the seven attendants was naturally not hidden, which made the Eight Immortals of the Chenjiao extremely angry and shocked.

If he was really caught in the Biyou Palace, wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing?
More importantly, how could they be willing to give up all these spiritual treasures!
"The Jiejiao is despicable!"

"Shameless!"

Seeing the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect roaring angrily, Zhao Gongming in the center of the formation shouted coldly:

"How dare you! We spared your lives, but you didn't repent and even dared to speak such nonsense. How dare you!"

Rumble!
In an instant, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl emitted bursts of golden light that could be seen with the naked eye. The Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect were horrified and found that their cultivation levels were declining.

"hateful!"

"Hand over your spiritual treasure quickly. Otherwise, if you cut off the three flowers and block the five energies in your chest, you will become a mortal!"

"Haha, you disciples of the Chan Sect have finally met this day!"

After seeing the miserable appearance of the disciples of the Chan sect, the immortals of the Jie sect laughed excitedly.

As the cultivation levels of the immortals in the Chan sect continued to decline, the power to control these innate spiritual treasures naturally became weaker and weaker. After seeing this scene, Zhao Gongming suddenly snorted coldly.

"With such a level of cultivation, how can you keep these treasures?"

Suddenly, a suction force emerged from the golden light, and in a flash, the innate spiritual treasures of the Eight Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect could no longer hold their terror because of the sudden drop in their cultivation base. They were temporarily taken in by the Hunyuan Golden Bowl and suppressed at the same time.

It turns out that the so-called Hunyuan Golden Bowl's power has doubled with the blessing of the Nine-Curve Yellow River Formation.

Whether the innate spiritual treasures can suppress the same level ones depends not only on the grade and ability of the spiritual treasure, but also on the cultivator.

"My fellow disciples, the innate spiritual treasures of these disciples of the Chan Sect have been suppressed by this Primordial Golden Bowl. When we return to the East China Sea, let the Saint Teacher erase the Yuanshen imprints of these treasures. These treasures will naturally belong to you, my fellow disciples."

Zhao Gongming acted generous and said that he would never covet any treasure.

After Chang'er Dingguangxian and others looked at each other, they also smiled.

After all, the great achievement went to these disciples of the Chan sect, and the fact that Zhao Gongming did not capture these disciples alive proved that the achievement was theirs, without any sign of stealing the credit.

"good!"

The seven attendants laughed loudly, and saw the eight golden immortals of the Chan sect lying horizontally in the formation with their eyes closed, as if they were in a deep sleep.

It was obvious that he was confused by the formation, especially his cultivation level, his three flowers were cut off, his five qi were sealed, and his ten thousand years of cultivation became nothing.

Rumble!
As the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation slowly dissipated and revealed its true appearance, Jiang Ziya originally thought that the immortals of the Chenjiao sect had broken the formation, and a smile appeared on his face.

However, the next moment, the smile on Jiang Ziya's face froze.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation dissipated, revealing the figures of Zhao Gongming and his seven immortals and eight attendants.

Among them, the long-eared Dingguang Immortal looked at Wen Zhong in the Yin Shang camp with a proud look on his face, bowed his head and said:

"Wen Zhong, we have captured the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect and are now preparing to take them to the Biyou Palace in the East China Sea. Now that we have finished our business here, we will return to the mountain. Bye."

When Wen Zhong saw that the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect were gone in less than half a day, he was overjoyed and bowed his hands, saying:
"Thank you, brothers."

For a moment, the morale of the Shang Dynasty camp was high. On the other hand, when Jiang Ziya saw this scene, he could not help but slap his thigh in horror.

"Oh no! It's broken!"

After exclaiming, Jiang Ziya didn't hesitate at all, and rode back on his Sibu Xiang as if he was escaping.

This time, something serious is going to happen.

The eight golden immortals of the orthodox teaching are all gone, if this isn’t a big deal, then what is?
When the soldiers of the Shang Dynasty camp saw Jiang Ziya fleeing in panic, they couldn't help but show excitement, and the generals led by Huang Feihu even laughed loudly.

"Grand Master, the immortals of the Chan Sect have been defeated, and Jiang Ziya is like a frightened bird. Now is the time to attack the Xiqi camp."

"That's right, Grand Master! Jiang Ziya is a lost dog. We should give him a head-on blow."

The generals in the Yin Shang camp were rubbing their hands in excitement and shouting loudly. They had recently realized that Xiqi relied entirely on this immortal from the Kunlun Mountain.

If we don't fight now, it would be a waste of opportunity.

Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty, was very experienced. Seeing that Zhao Gongming and others had captured the Eight Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, led by Guang Chengzi, and Jiang Ziya had fled without looking back, he thought this was a good opportunity. He immediately raised the male and female dragon whips in his hands and shouted:
"Send a message to the three armies. The monks of Kunlun Mountain in Xiqi have been defeated. Jiang Ziya has escaped like a stray dog. The soldiers of the three armies are preparing to attack today. We are determined to crush Mount Qi and march to Xiqi!"

"Break through Mount Qi and march towards Xiqi!"

"Break through Mount Qi and march towards Xiqi!"

"Break through Mount Qi and march towards Xiqi!"

The soldiers of the Shang Dynasty shouted loudly, and for a moment, the wind and clouds rose at the foot of Mount Qishan, and the murderous aura of the mortal world reached the sky.

Under the killing calamity, the destiny was in chaos. After Jiang Ziya fled back to the Qishan camp in panic riding on a Sibu Xiang, he directly ordered the three armies to prepare for battle, but he never thought that he could rely on the Xiqi army to stop it.

"Yang Jian, you and Nezha and others should quickly prepare the three armies. The channel needs to burn incense and ask for help."

Seeing Jiang Ziya's anxious expression, especially the fact that he even wanted to burn incense to ask for help, Yang Jian was even more shocked after hearing it.

Burning incense to ask for help, this is something that can reach the sky directly. The person who can use burning incense to ask for help by Jiang Ziya must be his teacher, who is the saint of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain.

"Uncle Jiang, rest assured. Yang Jian will go and prepare the army right away."

Yang Jian didn't say anything nonsense, but Nezha on the side was shocked and blurted out:

"Uncle Jiang, you followed Guang Chengzi's uncles and uncles to break the formation, but you were the only one who escaped back. Could it be that all the uncles and uncles were trapped in the Jiejiao formation!?"

Nezha's shocked look was clearly a case of bringing up something that was not relevant, which made Jiang Ziya feel aggrieved. Look at Yang Jian, he was quick and efficient, and never talked nonsense.

But when he thought of Nezha's character, Jiang Ziya took a deep breath and said directly:

"Nezha, your Wind Fire Wheel is extremely fast. You can quickly go to Xiqi to find Senior Brother Huanglong and Senior Sister Cihang. Tell them that the situation in Qishan is serious. I am ready to burn incense."

"it is good!"

This time Nezha didn't hesitate at all. He just shouted loudly and summoned the Wind Fire Wheels under his feet. In an instant, a red figure flew towards Xiqi.

No matter how rebellious and ignorant Nezha is, he is at least a little devil who is not afraid of anything. In this crisis situation, Jiang Ziya took another look and was shocked!

I suppressed my anger in my heart. It turned out that after seeing the critical situation, Tu Xingsun actually avoided my gaze and showed a panic. In this situation, he was still worried:
"Uncle Jiang, since the Jiejiao monks are invincible right now, and even Master, Uncle and Uncle have been defeated, why don't we retreat first and fight again after reinforcements arrive?"

Nima!

Jiang Ziya was furious at this scene. Such a cowardly disciple appeared in such a great sect. (End of this chapter)