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

Chapter 219: Stealing Kunlun Mountain [Wrong time set]

Under the shining rosy clouds on Mount Qi, purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles. The vision of the arrival of the sage Yuanshi Tianzun shocked the generals and soldiers of both Xiqi and Shang Dynasty.

Although the soldiers of Xiqi had received the news a long time ago, they still could not hide their shock after witnessing this miracle with their own eyes.

Ordinary monsters and goblins are common in this world of gods and demons, but this is the arrival of a saint!
In this world, this is equivalent to God coming down to earth.

"Meet the saint!"

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from all over Mount Qishan began to worship the saint enthusiastically, and were full of confidence in this campaign against the Shang Dynasty.

"I did not know that you were coming, and I failed to greet you from afar. I beg for your forgiveness."

Jiang Ziya hurriedly stepped forward and brought with him the third-generation disciples of the Chan sect and many generals of the Great Zhou to pay homage.

After getting off the Nine Dragon Sandalwood Sedan, Yuanshi Tianzun calmly climbed onto the reed canopy that Jiang Ziya had prepared long ago, and looked at the people who were paying homage and said calmly, "You all get up."

"Thank you, saint."

Everyone stood up one after another. Countless generals of the Great Zhou looked up for just a moment, then lowered their heads again in the next instant. How could mortals see the face of God? The appearance of a saint was elusive in the eyes of mortals like them. Moreover, with the warning from heaven and earth, mortals instinctively lowered their heads in a hurry and dared not look up again.

Only Jiang Ziya and the three generations of disciples of the Chan sect can see the holy face of their sage master or forefather.

"Master!"

I saw Nan Ji Xian Weng and Yun Zhongzi standing on the left and right, respectfully serving the sage Yuan Shi Tian Zun as he ascended the reed tent.

At this moment, Jiang Ziya's face turned pale. He hurried forward to pay his respects and said in a sad voice:
"Master, please forgive me. The disciples of Jiejiao have set up the Nine Bends of the Yellow River. All of my brothers are trapped in this situation. I beg you to show mercy and save us all."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but as soon as he said this, Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't help but reveal a look of anger.

When the saint gets angry, heaven and earth flash!

The sky of Xiqi, which was clear just now, was suddenly covered with dark clouds and flashes of thunder.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Yuanshi Tianzun's face looked a little ugly. Through his sage's magical powers, he had discovered that none of the disciples of Jiejiao were here.

Even when the saint himself came, he knew the whole story in an instant, but it was precisely because he knew it that he became extremely angry.

This group of Jiejiao disciples actually took his eight major disciples to the Biyou Palace. It was a slap in the face!

"The fate has been determined, no one can explain it, why bother with your words?"

Yuanshi Tianzun spoke calmly, with Yun Zhongzi and Nan Ji Xian Weng serving on his left and right. They saw a cloud of celebration appear above the sage's head, as big as an acre of field, emitting five-colored light, and thousands of golden lanterns falling down like water dripping from the eaves.

Yuanshi Tianzun slowly opened his eyes and looked at Nanji Xianweng calmly and said, "Drive up the agarwood chariot. The Jiejiao disciples have already taken Guangchengzi and the others to the Biyou Palace."

These words from Saint Yuanshi Tianzun immediately made Jiang Ziya and others look flustered.

This is a problem!
However, at this moment, two streams of light flew over from the direction of Xiqi.

"Huang Long greets Master!"

"Cihang greets Master!"

Zhenren Huanglong and Taoist Nun Cihang came before the saint with anxious looks, bowed their heads and paid their respects to him.

However, when he saw the two of them, Nanji Xianweng frowned and looked at Huang Long coldly and shouted:
"Huang Long! Guang Chengzi and his companions were trapped in Jiejiao's Nine Bends Yellow River Formation. Why didn't you two go to rescue your fellow disciples?!"

With a stern shout, Huanglong Zhenren immediately showed a look of grievance. He looked at Saint Yuanshi and burst into tears with his hands clasped.

"Master, I really don't know. Before the Jiejiao disciples set up a large formation, I repeatedly advised Senior Brother Guangchengzi to be careful, but Senior Brother Guangchengzi thought that I was arrogant..."

Zhenren Huanglong spoke with a feeling of grievance, as if he had kindly reminded his fellow disciples, but ended up being ostracized by them, so he went to Xiqi City.

The Taoist nun Cihang beside him also sighed and bowed her head:
"Master, I said this out of caution, but I didn't expect to offend Senior Brother Guangchengzi and contradict him."

Cihang is not a pushover either. In a word, we gave him a kind reminder, but Guangchengzi couldn't save his face.

They were directly sent to Xiqi City in the rear.

Upon seeing this, the Immortal of the South Pole couldn't help but look a little grim. Guangchengzi was on good terms with him, and although he knew that this junior brother had a proud personality, he never thought that he would be so careless.

He knew his master's temper very well. Although it was his nature to protect his master, his biggest concern was also his face.

This time, all the Eight Immortals of the Orthodox Sect were captured by the disciples of the Demon Sect. This was already a slap in the face enough, but they even took the disciples to the Biyou Palace.

Facing the Master Tongtian, isn't this a slap in the face?
As a result, Guangchengzi, the leader of the Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect, was captured entirely under his leadership this time.

It would be strange if Yuanshi Tianzun didn’t get angry!

Even if he is the most beloved disciple, he cannot be humiliated like this.

"I see!"

The Immortal of the South Pole looked as if he had realized something, but a cold light flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Huang Long and Ci Hang.

Originally, he wanted to share the pressure for his junior fellow apprentice Guangchengzi, but he never expected that these two would not care about the friendship between fellow disciples at all and actually betrayed Guangchengzi.

For a moment, my heart was filled with indifference and disgust.

However, this time when Yuanshi came, everyone could only hide their thoughts in their hearts.

Yuanshi Tianzun had an indifferent expression, showing no joy or anger, and without saying a word, he stood up and flew towards the agarwood chariot.

"Biyou Palace!"

The words were brief but direct and clear. Only by going to Biyou Palace could his disciples be rescued.

"Yes, Master!"

The Immortal of the South Pole stepped forward respectfully and together with Yun Zhongzi, they set up the sandalwood sedan chair. Zhenren Huanglong and Taoist Nun Cihang looked at each other, then lowered their heads with a look of helplessness.

Afterwards, Zhenren Huanglong and Taoist Nun Cihang followed the agarwood chariot obediently, as if they had done something wrong.

Saint Yuanshi came quickly and left quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was riding on the agarwood chariot and heading towards the East China Sea.

Only Jiang Ziya felt extremely embarrassed. Yuanshi Saint, his master, actually ignored him directly, which was almost like blaming him.

But Jiang Ziya also felt aggrieved and frustrated. It was strange that he was to blame for the outcome of the war, since he was the prime minister of the Great Zhou of Xiqi.

But how can it be blamed on him when all the Eight Immortals of the Chan Sect met with disaster?

The disciples of Jiejiao are ferocious, and this has something to do with him.

"Best regards, Master."

Just as Jiang Ziya and others were respectfully watching Saint Yuanshi Tianzun leave, suddenly a beam of fire rushed towards them from the sky.

The person who came was Nezha. At this moment, Nezha was furious and clasped his fists towards Jiang Ziya and said:

"Uncle Jiang, Nezha was ordered to return to Xiqi City, but he was trapped by a formation and was blocked outside Xiqi City. The formation has only been broken now."

My goodness, Jiang Ziya was speechless at this moment.

No wonder Huanglong Zhenren and Cihang Taoist Nun were so late. It was even after the arrival of Saint Yuanshi. They saw the strange phenomenon of the saint descending to the world in Xiqi, so they hurried over.

He thought that Huanglong Zhenren and Cihang Taoist Nun were still jealous of what happened before, but he never thought that they really didn't know anything about it.

"Nezha! You!"

Jiang Ziya opened his mouth to say something, but seeing Nezha's angry expression, which looked like he would kill anyone he caught, he finally sighed helplessly. "Yang Jian, take Nezha with you to prepare the three armies in case the Shang Dynasty's Grand Master Wen Zhong leads his troops to attack again."

"promise!"

Yang Jian clasped his fists and pulled back Nezha who was about to say something, as if to stop him.

But the smiles in their eyes were full of teasing.

……

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

Zhao Gongming, Chang'er Dingguangxian and others, after meeting the demon master Kunpeng on the road, no longer dared to be careless. They did not dare to stop for a moment along the way and flew back to Jinao Island in one breath before they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master! What if Kunpeng is too presumptuous and actually looks down on you, Master..."

As soon as he arrived at the Biyou Palace, Chang'er Dingguangxian looked very sad and began to recount his experiences.

But what he felt more distressed about was his own spiritual treasure.

However, when Master Tongtian, who was sitting on the cloud bed, saw the eight disciples of the Chan sect, including Guangchengzi, being brought in, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Comfortable!

It feels so damn comfortable!
Usually Yuanshi is arrogant because he is the second oldest. Let’s see what Yuanshi has to say today.

"Master, I apologize!"

Compared with the long-eared Dingguang immortal, Zhao Gongming directly bowed his head and apologized, after all, he had lost the Dinghai Divine Pearl bestowed by the saint.

Just as Master Tongtian was about to laugh, a terrifying aura suddenly emerged from the East China Sea. Tongtian immediately raised his eyebrows and revealed an arrogant look.

"Yuanshi, why are you here in my Biyou Palace when you are not in your Kunlun Mountain?"

Tongtian exuded the majesty of a saint without any concealment, which made Yuanshi Tianzun, who came to the East China Sea, feel very aggrieved and shouted coldly:
"Tongtian! Look at the good disciples you taught!"

Good guy!
Originally Tongtian was thinking of slapping him in the face, but he never expected that Yuanshi would come and be so confident, which immediately made him angry.

"Of course, all my disciples of Jiejiao are good disciples, unlike your disciples of Chanjiao, Yuanshi, who committed a killing calamity during the reign of Emperor Tian, ​​and even evolved into the killing calamity of Conferred Gods today."

Tongtian's sarcastic retort directly made Yuanshi Tianzun angry. The next moment, the Agarwood Chariot tore through space and appeared on Jin'ao Island.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the Biyou Palace and shouted coldly:

"Tongtian, you disciples of Jiejiao do not know the destiny, and you actually presumptuously use the evil formation to hinder the Conferred God, and you are still so self-righteous!"

This tone of teaching made Tongtian's anger explode instantly.

"Yuanshi! All right, whatever you say is right. If that's the case, the three religions of Zixiao Palace will be deified, and life and death are all determined by fate. If my disciples of Jiejiao don't know the destiny, wouldn't your disciples of Chenjiao also kill them at will?"

"Tongtian! What do you mean?"

The two saints started fighting directly above Jin'ao Island. Yuanshi and Tongtian looked at each other and passed through layers of space.

One was in the Biyou Palace, and the other was above the Jin'ao Island. The two just stared at each other.

"Second brother, third brother!"

Just as Yuanshi and Tongtian were arguing with each other, a green bull appeared in the sky, with a white-haired old Taoist sitting on the back of the bull. He was none other than the Taiqing Saint, the leader of the Three Pure Ones.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

When Saint Taiqing appeared, Yuanshi and Tongtian could not help but snort at each other and bowed to Taiqing.

Saint Taiqing, who also saw his brother, also had a look of headache on his brow.

"Third brother, why don't you lead your Jiejiao disciples to release Guangchengzi and others."

As soon as they met, Saint Taiqing gave orders in the tone of the chief of the Three Pure Ones as usual. If it were usual, Tongtian would have endured it even though he felt uncomfortable.

But this time, the Saint Taiqing had been somewhat biased from the very beginning, especially when it came to the matter of Conferring the Gods in Zixiao Palace.

Now that he has just arrived, it is indeed a bit too much to ask him to release the person without any investigation or other considerations.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Tongtian looked unconvinced and looked at his elder brother in astonishment.

When Yuanshi Tianzun saw this, he shouted coldly:
"Brother, you see, this Jiejiao sect doesn't know the hierarchy of seniority, and I'm afraid it was passed down from Tongtian!"

"Tongtian!"

Saint Taiqing frowned, but still looked at Tongtian.

However, at this moment, seeing Taiqing and Yuanshi standing together and asking him to release the people without saying a word, Tongtian immediately showed a look of anger.

"Brother, you are being unreasonable. His disciples of Yuanshi are disciples, but my disciples of Tongtian are not disciples? Should they die?

"The Purple Heaven Palace will be conferred the gods three times. This is what you said yourself, elder brother. The conferring of gods is up to fate. Since the killing calamity began, the Chan Sect has killed many of my Jie Sect's disciples, but did I say anything? Has I, Tongtian, ever been to Kunlun Mountain?"

When he said this, Tongtian raised his head and stared at Taiqing and Yuanshi stubbornly and unconvincedly.

"Now my disciples of Jiejiao have captured several disciples of Chanjiao, first it was Yuanshi and then Big Brother's. You have taken turns to come to their door, and you haven't even started to deliver them to the List of Gods!

If this is really sent to the Conferred God List, will you help Yuanshi to deceive me? "

At this moment, Tongtian's endless grievances and resentments were exposed. Why should you, the eldest brother, help the second in command to bully me, the third in command?

Do I, the third child, deserve to be bullied?
"Tongtian you!"

Yuanshi was very angry, while the Saint Taiqing beside him frowned and finally said in a deep voice:

"Tongtian, your second brother has only a few disciples in the Chan Sect. Do you think you will be satisfied only if you destroy the Chan Sect's lineage?"

"So, big brother, you mean to say that my Jiejiao lineage is of no importance to me, the third brother?"

On the Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea, the Three Pure Ones gathered together and a dispute broke out again.

……

However, just as the Three Pure Ones were arguing, a catastrophe struck heaven and earth, and the destiny of heaven was in chaos. At that time, a human figure appeared in Kunlun Mountain.

"Kunlun Mountain has been here for so many years, but there has been no improvement at all."

After a black shadow appeared, Emperor Xin, who was hiding behind the black fog, showed a mocking smile.

The layout of Kunlun Mountain is exactly the same as the first time he attacked Kunlun Mountain in the primitive world of another world.

Even after he became a saint, no one in the world dared to offend him, so there was not even a large mountain protection formation.

The so-called mountain protection formation is more like the operation of the spiritual veins of Kunlun Mountain.

"Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace! It seems that I am destined to obtain another treasure."

Looking at Kunlun Mountain, Emperor Xin smiled. After planning for so long, it could finally begin.

The saint has left the temple, which is a great opportunity, especially since the world is in chaos right now.

(End of this chapter)