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At this moment, everything in the restaurant came to a standstill. Except for the people at the table like Zhao Ling, the expressions of the others froze and their postures remained unchanged, like sculptures.

But it can be seen that everything is normal outside the restaurant.

It's as if the space of the restaurant is isolated in another time and space.

Time and space can be static in the wild, even if it is just a small restaurant, it is naturally not something that ordinary great supernatural beings can do.

But Bodhi, as a good corpse of a saint, can naturally do it.

"Wukong, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, how are you?" Bodhi smiled lightly.

In this way, people feel like an extremely kind old man, and he can't see the shameless appearance of his real deity.

But Bodhi and Zhunti are two sides of the same body. The good corpse does not mean that it does not kill and is completely merciful. It just represents a kind of personality that belongs to the good side.

He is still Zhunti, and his heart is still toward Zhunti.

"Patriarch Bodhi, why did you come here?" Sun Wukong asked indifferently.

"Wukong, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, don't you even address me as Master?" Bodhi still chuckled and asked calmly.

"Bodhi Patriarch, you once said that after leaving the Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, I will never have anything to do with you again, and I shall not mention your name, nor shall I say that you are my master!

So, now we have neither karma nor the name of master and apprentice, why should I call you master? "Sun Wukong sneered.

Bodhi shook off the floating dust, with a seemingly eternal smile on his face, he said indifferently: "Master and disciple are karma, how can we talk about both karma and effect?"

"What a shameless saint and good corpse!"

The administrator Nangong Ziyan, who was sitting next to Zhao Ling, slapped the table and continued: "You accept the Great Sage as your apprentice, don't you just want his luck?

It is true that you taught him some spells and practice, but as a master, didn't you get some luck from him?

After it's over, you continue to calculate, wanting to bring all his luck into Buddhism, so that your Buddhism will flourish, and what kind of trip to the West will you do!

It is well known in the heavens that your deity is shameless, but you are really a rare flower among saints if you can say shameless words with a smile on your face!

This time we have a gathering among friends, and you come here uninvited. Is this the upbringing of a sage?

Do you think that you have a sage deity behind you, and you are proficient in shameless but invincible skills, so you can run rampant here? "

So what about the quasi-sage, what about the saint himself behind him, Nangong Ziyan is not afraid.

Because Zhao Ling is by her side, a rubbish sage, at best about 28 stars, what a fart!

The corner of Bodhi's mouth twitched, making his half-smile unnatural for a moment.

Then, Bodhi glanced at the crowd with a smile that was not a smile, and said calmly: "You and other demons from outside the territory dare to enter the prehistoric, do you think that my prehistoric has no great supernatural powers?

Could it be that he thought he could deceive the Dao of Heaven, and that he could ignore everything before the punishment of God came?

Also, why do you know about Journey to the West? ! "

Although Nangong Ziyan couldn't understand Bodhi's language, as a quasi-sage, he could read the fluctuations of his thoughts directly, and naturally he wouldn't misunderstand the meaning, and there was no such low-level probability of not being able to understand.

"Bodhi Patriarch, for the sake of being a master and apprentice, I advise you, you should go back to the Three-star Cave of the Oblique Moon, or return to your real deity, then you must go to the saint's side!

You have to get to the bottom of it, I'm afraid that you, a quasi-professional good corpse, won't be able to go back!

When the time comes, the origin of Zhunti Saint will be hurt, so don't blame me for not reminding you! "Sun Wukong said lightly.

The saint's good corpse naturally didn't come out of thin air, it was a part of the saint!

The method of beheading the three corpses is a trick. It is equivalent to dividing yourself into three parts according to your temperament and cultivating to the pinnacle of quasi-sages. Finally, they are combined into one and forced to break through the realm to become a mixed element, so it naturally represents a part of the origin.

If it is a quasi-sage, if a dead body is killed, it will be seriously injured.

Even saints are not without influence, and may even be relegated, that is, down the holy throne.

"Could it be that you can keep me here just by waiting?"

Bodhi's voice was still flat, and the expression on his face was still that of a half-smile.

But a suppressed momentum rose up in an instant.

Most of the mortal beings in the group suddenly felt like the sky had fallen and they couldn't breathe at all.

This is also because Bodhi has only just begun to exude momentum, and it is also in a tepid state, not an explosion.

Otherwise, if other factors are not considered, and 767 does not consider Bodhi's scruples about the group members and other people outside the region, the group members, even Monkey King, will not be able to persist for a moment.

The quasi-sage seems to be only two realms higher than Monkey King, but the gap is the gap between an ant and a supreme god.

The quasi-sage also carries a holy word, and it is also the good corpse of a saint.

"Okay, get out, don't disturb us for dinner, or the uncle will directly crush you, even if you are the deity behind it!"

As Zhao Ling said, with a light wave of his hand, Bodhi disappeared instantly.

After disappearing, the space where Bodhi was originally located was instantly shattered, and then quickly healed.

At the same time, everything in the restaurant came alive again, noisy voices began to enter the ears, and the others continued to carry out their previous actions as if they didn't know what happened.

At the moment when Bodhi disappeared, countless great supernatural beings who sensed or watched through various supernatural powers all widened their eyes.

In the chaos outside the sky, somewhere in the chaos, there was a whirl of air, and Bodhi suddenly appeared, flying uncontrollably in the chaos.

While flying, he continuously spit out mouthfuls of golden blood, which was swallowed by the chaotic airflow.

In just a short moment, I don't know how many chaotic rocks that are indelible even if they are smashed.

Then, in about a second, a middle-aged monk with a withered face appeared in front of Bodhi flying upside down, and blocked his way with his hand.

This monk is none other than Zhunti Saint himself.

Hongjun strictly ordered saints not to enter the prehistoric world again, and chaos was naturally not included.

After the chaotic air roared for a while, it gradually quieted down.

"Dao, fellow daoist..., poof..."

Bodhi yelled with embarrassment, and then vomited blood continuously, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood in his body before giving up.

The middle-aged monk with a withered face was full of sorrow, and bursts of golden light radiated from his palms, enveloping Bodhi.

The golden light shone turbulently, and it took a while to calm down.

The golden light dispersed, and Bodhi's figure was revealed. His face was as pale as paper, and he looked weak as if he was about to die, and said weakly: "Thank you, fellow Taoist..."

"You and I are one, so there is no need to be polite!

I already know the matter, let me go back and rest! " Zhunti said with a bitter face.

Bodhi nodded slightly, turned into a ray of light, and directly merged into the body of Zhunti Saint.

Saint Zhunti stood in the chaos, looking at the prehistoric world covered by countless chaotic airflows and emitting strong light, as if he saw Zhao Ling and the others directly through the prehistoric world.

After watching for a while, the bitterness on his face became more intense.

Shaking his head, he stepped forward and disappeared into this chaos...

The good corpse of Zhunti Saint was beaten until he vomited blood crazily, and was also beaten directly into the chaos by breaking the boundary wall of the prehistoric with an understatement from the prehistoric land.

And when Zhao Lingna waved her hand lightly, there was no trace of fireworks.

Such a scene directly shocked the ancient great supernatural beings who were paying attention, and most of them withdrew their perceptions directly.

The more understatement, the more terrifying it seems!

After all, Bodhi is the existence of the pinnacle of the quasi-sage. If it weren't for the restrictions of Honghuang's own rules, he might have become a saint long ago.

Such an existence, unexpectedly, was hit by a fireless move, which directly collapsed the prehistoric boundary wall, and drove Bodhi into chaos.

Bodhi is not dead, and the great supernatural beings don't think that Bodhi can resist, it's just that Zhao Ling didn't intend to kill him!

Although it is said that in the prehistoric times, saints and below are all ants, but even if a saint beats a quasi-sage, it is impossible to be so devoid of fireworks.

Perhaps, only Hongjun, who fits the Dao of Heaven, possesses such ability!

As long as one thinks that there is such an existence comparable to Hongjun in an unknowable place outside the territory, the prehistoric great supernatural powers will not be able to shrink their heads.

Chapter 35 From then on, there is no such thing as a great power in this prehistoric world! (35 more)

The several great saints who also paid attention to perception and thoughts, except for Empress Pingxin who did not appear at all, the pupils of the other saints constricted.

There are countless Dao Yun flowing in the eyes, trying to see something and break Zhao Ling's move.

But no matter how they looked at it, they didn't find anything unusual, and even Honghuang's rules remained silent.

Zhao Ling's attack seemed to have transcended everything, attacking from another level.

In the side hall of Zixiao Palace, Master Tongtian's pupils constricted first, then he was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into wild laughter, which lasted for a long time.

In the main hall, Hongjun's figure reappeared, staring blankly at the void in front of him.

He didn't seem to hear Babel's laughter, he had an old face, but in his eyes were countless rules at work, the prehistoric world was in his eyes, even part of chaos was included.

But in the Wohuang Heaven, Nuwa finally made a decision after seeing this scene!

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In Chang'an City, because of Bodhi's interruption, everyone naturally lost their minds.

After the hasty end, everyone returned to Huaguoshan Water Curtain Cave.

Because Sun Wukong said that everyone can take whatever they like from Huaguoshan.

For example, monkey wine, such as peaches, can be regarded as parting gifts for everyone.

For this reason, Sun Wukong taught everyone a small space supernatural power on the spot, similar to the supernatural power of a space storage ring for cultivation.

Immediately, the group members felt comfortable, wandering around the mountains and plains like locusts passing through.

However, a strong man like Zhao Ling has been subtly cultivating harmonious thoughts, and Sun Wukong is also considered one of the peak powerhouses in the group. Naturally, everyone will not really wish to move the grass away like a locust crossing the border. They are still relatively reserved.

Zhao Ling didn't go to look for those messy things, she didn't need them at all, she just picked some peaches at random.

Then Sun Wukong gave Zhao Ling a lot of accumulated monkey wine. If you compare it, it is actually equivalent to an ocean in Blue Star World, but so much monkey wine is packed in a gourd. middle.

The prehistoric world is the prehistoric world, and this amount is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Now, all the members of the group are gone, only Monkey King and Zhao Ling share the real spiritual fruit of the prehistoric world.

Although this kind of spiritual fruit is incomparably inferior to the top ten spiritual roots, even Monkey King doesn't have many, so it is naturally impossible to share it with everyone.

What's more, most of the group members can't eat this kind of spiritual fruit. If they eat it, they will explode and die.

At the moment when Zhao Ling and Sun Wukong were chatting happily, Sun Wukong suddenly froze, as if he had turned into a statue.

Immediately, a little bit of green mist spread out from his body.

Zhao Ling frowned slightly, but did not move.

Because she felt the specious Nuwa breath from the green mist!

Sure enough, the green mist gradually changed into a finger-sized Nüwa herself.

This prehistoric Nuwa, and another prehistoric Nuwa that Zhao Ling had seen, had no difference in image or even appearance, just like a duplicated version.

Nvwa, who was about the size of a finger, curled her snake tail and looked at Zhao Ling with a dull expression formed by years of loneliness.

Zhao Ling also looked her up and down, wanting to see the difference between her and the other Nuwa.

"Nuwa, I have met fellow Taoists from outside the territory!"

Finally, Nüwa spoke up.

Zhao Ling glanced at the clay-carved and wood-like Monkey King, and said calmly, "Since you have your breath on Monkey King, why have you never protected him?"

"Fellow Daoist is blaming Nuwa?" Nuwa asked back.

"I don't know if it's strange or not, I'm just curious!" Zhao Ling shook his head.

"Back then, when the monkey head was still a five-colored stone, I was ordered by the Taoist ancestor to refine the stone to mend the sky.

Naturally, it also includes refining him!

Afterwards, I noticed the abnormality, and based on the virtue of good life in heaven, I threw him away. I didn't know at that time that he would turn into a spirit stone monkey.

This wisp of breath was originally my breath that was naturally contaminated during refining!

If the monkey head can become Da Luo, it will naturally be refined, and it will not affect him, but it will help him to a certain extent!

Now, Dao Patriarch has an order that saints are not allowed to go down to the lower realms, that's why I activated this ray of breath, and meeting fellow Daoists was not intentional! "

As a saint, being able to explain to Zhao Ling, to some extent, Nuwa already thinks that she is inferior to Zhao Ling.