Journey to the West: I want to be sanctified

Chapter 318 Zhou Yin gambles against Tianzun

It is not self-cultivation to become a fairy, but to be conferred as a god.

If the true spirit is trapped in the list of gods, it will live forever, but it will never make progress, and will always be controlled by the master of the list of gods.

Puhua Tianzun was used to this kind of life.

But what Zhou Yin said just now touched the memory of Puhua Tianzun.

Back then in the Conferred God War, if I had been more careful, I would not have been plotted against...

"Hey, it's all over, friend Zhou, I sometimes envy you, and you still have infinite possibilities."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention, Zhou Yin said with a smile:

"Why does Puhua Tianzun envy me? Infinite possibilities? Could it be that he is not satisfied with his current position?"

Puhua Tianzun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were sharp, and he seemed to be furious with thunder, staring at Zhou Yin closely:

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, don't misinterpret some words."

The threat is obvious.

Seeing Puhua Tianzun's style, Zhou Yin smiled calmly.

But he thought in his heart that the exclamation of Puhua Tianzun just now was by no means a moan without illness, it must have been trapped in the heaven for a long time, and there was still some resentment in his heart, but he was suffering from the list of gods and dared not express it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yin decided to take a gamble!
Secretly arranged a large isolation formation, and said to Puhua Tianzun:

"Tianzun, if you can help me, you may not have the opportunity to chase your dreams in the future. If you don't want to, then just pretend I didn't say it."

Puhua Tianzun smiled coldly:
"What Zhou Daoyou said is very strange, but the old man doesn't understand. But what do you want the old man to do?"

Zhou Yin cupped his fists and said:
"I beg Puhua Tianzun to send me a few Golden Immortal Tribulation Thunders, and then send me a few Zixiao God Thunders, and help me conceal this matter.

If I succeed in the future, I will definitely save Puhua Tianzun and regain my real body. "

What?It turned out that Zhou Yin actually had the intention of treason, and he really wanted to die!
Puhua Tianzun was anxious and laughed:
"What are you, dare to go against the sky?

The heavenly court is established by the way of heaven, and saints have to respect it. How can you dare to say such a heinous and catastrophic word?
Thinking that we still have friendship, you leave quickly, I have the right to pretend I didn't hear, spare your life! "

Although Zhou Yin's words were outrageous, Puhua Tianzun "knows" that Zhou Yin is a disciple of a sage, and he also has a little luck in his heart: What if it really succeeds?Zhou Yin's background is mysterious and unpredictable. What if the Taoist sect really revives and the power of the heavens is weak, when the time comes for the list of gods to change hands?

Zhou Yin observes his words and looks, knowing that Puhua Tianzun already has a dream in his heart, and this dream will only become bigger and bigger in the future!
"Tianzun! There is a flaw in the way of heaven, why can't it be corrected?"

Puhua Tianzun was horrified!

His legs went limp, and he was so frightened that he couldn't summon up his mana for a moment, and he suppressed his fear and shouted: "It's none of my business!"

Slowly turning his stiff neck, Puhua Tianzun looked at Thunder Sea.

The expected thunder tsunami did not happen...

"Ah... this... ah... this..."

Puhua Tianzun knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, "Ah, ah, this" speechless.

Who the hell is Zhou Yin!
"Tianzun, you should believe me.

I just need you to help me open the mouth, give me a few thunderbolts, and then keep my mouth shut, it will definitely benefit you in the future! "

After a long time, Puhua Tianzun stood up and made a difficult decision:
"it is good."

After saying the word "good", Puhua Tianzun, who was weak and hesitant just now, was instantly full of energy.

Once a decision has been made, there is no turning back!

He gave Zhou Yin a [Great Thunder Tiger Talisman], and drew out a few golden immortal tribulation thunders hidden in it.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder was sent down by the Dao of Heaven himself, but I can't help you."

Zhou Yin was a little disappointed, and then nodded, "Thank you Tianzun, I will need Tianzun to keep it secret in the future!"

Puhua Tianzun Wen Zhong nodded, and said, "Don't worry, I want to see how far you can go."

Seeing Zhou Yinyuan's disappearing figure, Puhua Tianzun secretly swore in his heart:

I am not convinced!
Thousands of years ago, she was plotted against by someone and was listed on the list of gods.

Now, Wen Zhong, I want to make up for my regrets and break through the list of gods!

Don't be so stupid anymore!
……

In the sky above Jinyang City, a monk and a monk, one fat and one thin, stood on top of the white clouds, and patrolled the city of Jinyang below.

When the mortals below looked up, they could only see the white clouds, but not the shadows. That's why Qin Cong and Fan could be so leisurely.

Suddenly, the clouds under their feet stopped at the same time, and they all looked at a house below, only to see that there was nothing there, and there was a faint ghost aura.

"Go, go down and have a look!"

The two said in unison.

Came to the door of this family.

Liao Fan stepped forward, stretched out his fat hand, and knocked softly on the door.

A woman's voice came from behind the door, the voice was a little weak:

"Who is it?"

"The poor monk is all..."

"A monk? Go, go, don't stand in front of my house!"

The woman's voice suddenly became louder, with panic in her tone.

Qin Cong frowned, and said, "The situation is wrong, go in directly!"

Without saying a word, Liao Fan immediately moved his finger, and the heavy door collapsed, sending dust flying.

A young woman, wearing a coarse cloth skirt, with her hair scattered casually, put her hands on the door frame, watching the two of them break into the door in surprise.

"Who are you? Go, if you don't go, I will report to the police!"

Although the woman is wearing coarse clothes, she does not hide her charm.

The complexion is extremely white, and there is a faint ghost in the white.

Liao Fan was furious and shouted, "Don't worry, benefactor! We are here to save you!"

Qin Cong followed closely, and the two broke into the room together.

The young woman wanted to stop the two of them, but it was a pity that she was a weak woman, and just as she was about to reach out to stop them, she found that the two had already entered the house.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, two sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on a table, inside the bowls was steaming noodle soup, and there were noodles inside, exuding aroma, but there was no one on the two seats.

The young woman hurried over and cursed, "I'm going to call someone! Get out of here!"

Qin Cong sneered, and came to the table in the corner. There were fruit cakes on it, and a memorial tablet behind it.

Liaofan clasped his hands together, and said in a compassionate tone, "Amitabha, the benefactor is dead, so why bother with the human world and disturb the living?"

Qin Cong was even more jealous, and shouted at the tablet:
"Get out yet!"

The Taoist voice was deafening, the tablet trembled violently, a black smoke came out, floated to the ground, and turned into a man.

The man was wearing a soldier's uniform, his abdomen was bleeding, and his face was pale. He looked at Qin Cong and cursed angrily, "Where did you come from, a stinky Taoist priest? What business do you care?"

After all, the man showed a sinister look, stretched out his hands, and pinched Qin Cong's neck!
What is Qin Cong's cultivation level?

How could the majestic fairyland allow this wild ghost to approach him and gently say the word "tui"!

As if struck by lightning, the male ghost trembled all over, his soul and body almost dissipated, lying on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

The young woman came to her senses and yelled heart-piercingly:
"Husband!"

He ran over, trying to help the male ghost up, but found that his hands were empty.

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