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

"Uncle Jiang."

Seeing Tuxingsun's cowardly look, Jiang Ziya felt aggrieved.

Among their disciples of the Chan sect, there are those who are ruthless and cruel, those who are cruel and heartless, and those who are extremely hypocritical, but there is no one who is afraid of death. How come among these three generations of disciples, there is such a bastard?

This comparison made Jiang Ziya feel Nezha's goodness, but he couldn't act on impulse in the current emergency. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, burn incense and ask for help. The Kunlun Mountain Saint Teacher knows everything that happened here at a glance. Get ready quickly."

After seeing this, Tuxingsun was secretly shocked. Although he did not say anything and followed the order, he knew one thing: before help came, no one knew what danger might come, so it was better for him to hide in the rear army.

If anything happens, it’s better to get out of it as soon as possible.

In the Xiqi camp, Yang Jian is calm and decisive, but he harbors evil intentions in his heart. Nezha seems reckless, but he uses his character as a little devil to cause trouble with a clear conscience.

Jinzha and Muzha seem to have steady personalities, but in fact they are secretly waiting for an opportunity.

It's so hard to have someone of our own, but this Tuxingsun is lustful and as timid as a mouse.

Xiqi has been able to hold on until now only thanks to the saint, otherwise it would have been in chaos long ago.

The fact that Jiang Ziya has been able to hold on until now is not because he is a loser. He is simply powerless, all because of his stupid teammates or the opposing team's people.

However, Nezha, who was riding on his wind-fire wheels towards Xiqi, had a mischievous look on his face. Suddenly, he saw a mist rising in front of him, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, Nezha pretended to be naughty, holding the flaming spear and yelled:

"Where did this thief come from? How dare you block my way?"

Nezha, with the look of a fearless little devil, plunged headfirst into the trap. His energy immediately disappeared. He had gone to Xiqi to find Huanglong and Cihang, but now he was missing halfway.

At the foot of Mount Qishan, the air was filled with murderous intent. The soldiers of the Shang Dynasty shouted loudly and launched a general attack. The soldiers and horses of both sides might be similar, but in terms of generals, the gap between the two sides was not small.

Since the generals in the army were constantly killed and the morale was low, they were in a panic when facing the sudden general attack from the Shang Dynasty.

Yang Jian showed his skills as the best among the three generations of the Chan sect. He constantly turned the tide in the Xiqi army and rushed to support various camps.

However, the Yin Shang army seemed to have already figured out Xiqi's defense situation, and each attack was very precise.

While secretly seeing all this happening in Qishan, Emperor Xin, who was far away in Chaoge, slowly opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"We've been preparing for so long, it's time to close the net first."

At this time, Emperor Xin looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain and smiled.

"It seems that after going to Kunlun Mountain, I need to go to the East China Sea."

The next moment, Emperor Xin's figure disappeared in Chaoge City, but his figure headed towards the East China Sea.

At this time, Zhao Gongming and Chang'er Dingguangxian, accompanying the Seven Immortals, laughed loudly and headed towards Jin'ao Island.

"Haha, Brother Gongming, this battle can be said to enhance the power of our Jie Sect. The Saint Sect Leader will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Yes, Brother Gongmingdao deserves the credit this time."

Faced with the flattery of Chang'er Dingguangxian and others, Zhao Gongming was not stupid. He might not know about others, but Chang'er Dingguangxian was definitely jealous.

After all, thousands of immortals from the Jiejiao sect have come to pay homage, and with so many disciples, only a few of them can be granted innate spiritual treasures.

Therefore, Zhao Gongming was not proud of the flattery from the crowd. Instead, he smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed:
"How dare I take credit for it? If our Master, the Saint, doesn't blame me for losing the Dinghai Divine Pearl, it will be a great blessing. Not to mention that I am not the one who made the greatest contribution to this battle."

"This battle was able to enhance the power of our Jie Sect, all thanks to my younger sister Yunxiao's Nine Bends Yellow River Formation."

In response to Zhao Gongming's words, everyone agreed after hearing them, and Chang'er Dingguangxian also nodded secretly.

Indeed, it was embarrassing enough that Zhao Gongming lost the innate spiritual treasure Dinghai Shenzhenzhu before. You have to know that this treasure was given by Tongtian Sect Master himself.

This time, Yang Wei was just trying to make up for his previous mistakes.

As for Jealous Yunxiao's Nine-bend Yellow River Formation? And this top-grade innate spiritual treasure Hunyuan Golden Bowl?
Even the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal didn't even think about it.

Jealousy also depends on the person. Now that Yunxiao is already beheading corpses, the gap is no longer a little bit. The disparity between the two sides is so great that even Chang'er Dingguangxian can't feel the slightest bit of jealousy in his heart.

Instead, they take it for granted that you, Yunxiao, are already a quasi-saint. If the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was easily broken by the Chan Sect, that would be something wrong.

Therefore, when he thought of this, the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal immediately smiled and bowed his head, saying:

"Brother Gongming, rest assured. The leader will not blame us this time. He may even be happy."

When Zhao Gongming saw this, he smiled bitterly, shook his head and waved his hands:

"I just hope that the leader will not blame me this time. As for the credit?"

When he said this, Zhao Gongming looked at Chang Er Ding Guang Xian and the others, and bowed solemnly and said:
"For the sake of Jiejiao, you all risked your lives to come to help. Gongming will remember this in his heart. This time, the prestige of Jiejiao is entirely due to you all. I, Zhao Gongming, dare not steal even a single bit of the credit."

It has to be said that after Zhao Gongming said this, everyone smiled, although they all waved their hands and said polite words.

But who wouldn’t be jealous of the spoils of war this time? With so many innate spiritual treasures, each person would be rich enough to have one.

Just as everyone was on their way back, suddenly the wind started to rise and dark clouds appeared ahead.

"Who is so blind as to dare to cast a spell in the East China Sea?"

Suddenly faced with this scene, Chang'er Dingguangxian, who was fantasizing about possessing an innate spiritual treasure in the future, became angry. You have to know that this is the East China Sea, the territory of their Jiejiao.

"Hehe! You are so brave!"

There were bursts of sneers coming from the dark clouds, but Chang Er Ding Guanxi arrogantly shouted:

"Fellow Daoist, we are disciples of the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea. This time we are preparing to go to the Biyou Palace to meet the Saint of our Jiejiao."

Although there was no oppression in the sentences, every word revealed an attitude of using force to suppress others, which made the other disciples of Jiejiao not think there was anything wrong.

However, a Taoist in a black robe appeared from the dark clouds, with a sinister look on his face as he sneered at the group of Jiejiao monks below.

"It seems that I haven't appeared in the wild for many years, and a mere ant dares to bring out a saint to suppress others."

The cold voice echoed, frightening Chang'er Dingguangxian and others, as they could not tell the Taoist's cultivation level at all.

The more important point is that this person knew the danger but still dared to do so!
"Senior, we are disciples of the Jiejiao sect of the Biyou Palace. We are here on the orders of the Jiejiao saint leader to go to Jin'ao Island. If we have offended you in any way, please forgive us."

In front of everyone, Zhao Gongming was respectful from the bottom of his heart.

However, Chang'er Dingguangxian showed a sense of dissatisfaction. The saints were like the way of heaven in this world. As disciples of the saints, they had suffered losses at the hands of other monks who were disciples of the saints.

When have I ever suffered such a loss?!
Especially after seeing Zhao Gongming's attitude, Chang'er Dingguangxian frowned even more.

"Since this senior is so powerful, why don't you follow us to Jin'ao Island to meet the Saint of Jiejiao!"

My goodness, if it were any other time, the majesty of the saint in this world would be too great.

It has become so serious that the former mortals of Zixiao Palace have become ants when facing the saints.

In this world, everyone below the level of a saint is an ant. This is ingrained in our bones.

"Haha! Great! These so-called saints in ancient times did not dare to intimidate the wizards and liches. Ever since the sky dissipated and the stars disappeared, the world has remembered everything and only remembers the power of this saint."

The black-clothed figure that appeared at this time sneered, flicked his sleeves in an instant, and displayed a terrifying magical power.

"How dare you!" "We are disciples of the Saint!"

"damn it!"

The immortals of Jiejiao were terrified. They saw a huge hand suddenly appear in the dark clouds and slowly approach them.

There is an unavoidable momentum.

"No!"

As his hand swung, all the immortals of the Jiejiao sect groaned in an instant, and their bodies fell directly into the East China Sea like stars. In the sky and earth covered with dark clouds, only a cold and arrogant voice echoed.

"I am Kunpeng!"

As the cold voice echoed, all the Jiejiao immortals who were slapped into the East China Sea in an instant turned pale and looked seriously injured.

"damned!"

Just after the dark clouds dispersed, the lung-wrenching roar of the Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal suddenly rang out over the East China Sea.

Although the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect they brought with them were still there, all the treasures on them had been plundered, not even a hair was left.

At this moment, the eyes of the long-eared Dingguang Immortal turned red, and he roared angrily:
"I'm going to report this to the Biyou Palace! Kunpeng! Just wait!"

They worked so hard and risked their lives just for these treasures, but now they have nothing.

At this moment, Chang'er Dingguangxian was even more angry. He had tried his best to catch water and got nothing.

However, unlike the Chang'er Dingguang Immortal, the Qiushou Immortal couldn't help but look solemn after hearing the word Kunpeng.

"It's actually Demon Master Kunpeng! Oh my goodness, he's a fierce god from ancient times, we can't afford to offend him. Even though he has lost his innate spiritual treasure, it's better than having no life at all."

"You!" Chang'er Dingguangxian glared at him.

The Tooth Fairy also nodded in relief.
"We witnessed the final battle between the two tribes of witches and liches, and we know what kind of vicious gods they are. We are really lucky to be alive."

"Yes, the two ancient witch and lich tribes are a bunch of lunatics. They are not afraid of the saints, and they even dare to drag the prehistoric master to be buried with him."

Lingya Immortal, Qiushou Immortal and others who had experienced the last period of the ancient times were secretly glad, but Chang'er Dingguang Immortal, who was born later, was full of anger and unwillingness.

"What bullshit demon clan and witch clan, I only know about saints, not demon clan, witch clan and lich clan!"

At this time, Chang'er Dingguangxian didn't care about all this. He only knew that all his treasures were gone, and this was the most important thing.

"Let's go! Go back to Jin'ao Island."

For a moment, all the immortals of Jiejiao lowered their heads and flew towards Jin'ao Island. At this moment, they didn't dare to say any nonsense.

The Lingya Immortal, Qiushou Immortal and others who have experienced the ancient times know that the Lich and Wizard tribes are a group of lunatics and are not afraid of death. Do you think they will be afraid of offending the saints?

However, people like Chang'er Dingguangxian who have not experienced this, in their minds, believe that saints are the gods and all things in the world are like ants.

……

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

As a wisp of fragrance drifted into Yuxu Palace, the expression of Yuanshi, who was sitting on the cloud bed, was obscured by the clouds and mist, so that Nan Ji Xian Weng and Randeng could not see it. However, at this time, the two could guess that their own saint must be furious.

"Good! What a great disciple of Jiejiao!"

At this moment Yuanshi Tianzun was extremely angry. Almost all of his disciples were killed and taken to the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island. What do you call this?
Isn't this a blatant slap in the face?

With an angry snort, it was as if the heaven and earth were collapsing.

Qishan.

"Brother, teacher!"

As the space was torn apart, Nan Ji Xian Weng and Yun Zhongzi hurried to Mount Qishan and saw Jiang Ziya burning incense and kneeling on the mountain.

"Ziya, hurry up and light the incense and decorate the place, the master is coming."

Jiang Ziya reacted immediately after hearing Yun Zhongzi's quick shout, and was filled with surprise and joy.

This time the matter was serious, but he also didn't know how to deal with it. After all, the eight golden immortals of the orthodox sect had been captured.

Of the twelve golden immortals of the orthodox teaching, only Huanglong and Cihang are left.

I am delighted that the Saint Master is coming, but I am anxious because this time, because of the campaign against the Shang Dynasty, almost all the brothers of the Chan Sect are trapped in the formation, and I really don't know what to do.

"Quick! Send a message to Yang Jian and the others!"

Jiang Ziya hurriedly gave orders to his subordinates, and at the same time, strange phenomena began to appear on Mount Qishan. Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty, frowned when he saw this scene.

"What's this!?"

Wen Zhong's eyebrows and eyes slowly opened, and after a moment's sight, he only saw a back figure. He suddenly groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, causing the generals around him to exclaim in surprise.

"Grand Master!?"

"Old Master!?"

Facing the generals' exclamations, Wen Zhong, who had spurted blood, looked pale and did not have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand and ordered everyone:
"Quick! Quickly order the three armies to stop attacking and return to the camp!"

This loud shout made everyone see how shocked Wen Zhong was. What on earth did this Grand Master, who remained calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of him, see? How could he be like this!

However, under the majesty of Grand Tutor Wen Zhong for many years, the generals did not hesitate at all and hurriedly ordered the three armies to stop the attack and withdraw their troops to the camp.

However, only Wen Zhong was secretly terrified. With that glance just now, he knew he had seen the tip of the iceberg, and this was before this person appeared in Qishan.

It was just a trace of breath, but it directly backfired on him. If the real body came, just this one glance would be enough to kill him.

After all, spying on the saint!

This is an act against heaven!
ding ding...

Under Qishan's terrifying offensive, the entire Xiqi camp was about to be torn to pieces, and even most of Qishan's camp fell into their hands.

However, the sound of a horn stopped the Shang army, which was advancing like an unstoppable force.

The Xiqi soldiers who survived the disaster heard something and started shouting with joy and excitement.

The Shang army was full of doubts, and Wen Zhong remained silent. He didn't dare to talk about this matter easily.

After two full hours, all that could be seen was the smoke-filled haze that filled the air above Mount Qishan.

As everyone was looking forward to it, finally, there was heavenly music floating above the sky, thousands of fairy flowers bloomed, thousands of auspicious colors, endless rosy clouds, and suddenly purple air appeared in the sky coming from the east for 30,000 miles!

There are 30,000-foot-high clouds of celebration on the top of the head, and colorful clouds are flying all over the body. Flying exotic beasts serve as handrails, holding the three treasures of jade ruyi in their palms. White cranes and blue phoenixes lead the way in front, and red phoenixes dance in fairy clothes behind. Feather fans part the clouds and mist, and fairy children on the left and right play jade flutes. Yellow-turbaned strongmen listen to the imperial order, and the fairies follow with billowing incense.

Nine five-clawed golden dragons roared and slowly came pulling a golden sedan chair behind them. The momentum and appearance shocked countless people.

The strange scene at Qishan shocked the army of the Shang Dynasty. (End of this chapter)