The Holy Mother of Jinling fell, and the good news that the defenders of Sishui Pass abandoned the pass and fled spread throughout the Xiqi camp like a wind of good news.

The Jie Cult stayed in the camp looked at each other and could hardly believe their ears.

The Holy Mother of Golden Light, one of the Ten Heavenly Lords, murmured: "Sister Jinling is only half a step away from condensing the Taoist fruit and becoming the quasi-saint of Hunyuan. Who can kill her?"

Han Zhixian, who was sitting beside her, said with a gloomy expression: "It is the deputy leader of the Chan Sect, Taoist Randeng, and three others, Manjushri, Samantabhadra and Cihang!"

"What?"

Zhao Gongming, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Ran Deng, as the junta saint of Hunyuan who had already attained enlightenment since the beginning of the world, joined forces with the three to harm my senior sister?

I'll go to him now!"

As he said that, his figure flashed and he had already reached mid-air. He happened to see the Xiqi army rushing into Sishui Pass.

On the top of the city, a group of disciples of the Ancestral Sect were gathering together, and in the middle were four spiritual treasures that originally belonged to the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Seven-scented car, Longhu Jade Ruyi, Four-Symbol Tower, Flying Golden Sword.

They are discussing how to deal with these four spiritual treasures.

Taoist Huanglong was mixed in and looked at these treasures with a hurried look, but he knew that this treasure was not in his hands anyway.

In fact, Guang Chengzi and others also coveted these four spiritual treasures, but they knew that this was a very hot thing.

Because they are all treasures given by the Lord Tongtian Sect.

Killing someone's disciples can be said to be in a disaster, and you can't help it, but if you take advantage of someone's treasures, you will give others the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

At this time, Zhao Gongming fell angrily on the top of the city, followed by Shi Tianjun and other disciples of Jie Sect.

"Junior Brother Gongming is here just right."

Guangchengzi said awkwardly: "Junior Sister Jin Ling didn't know the number of days and died in the vast disaster. Her spiritual treasure should be taken back by you fellow disciples."

As he said that, he pointed to the four spiritual treasures on the ground, "All of them are here, no one is bad."

Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes and laughed in anger, saying, "You are so shameless. Yesterday, I sent Manjushri, Samantabhadra and Cihang to besiege Senior Sister Jinling, but today I actually sent Randeng, the quasi-saint of Hunyuan!

Lan Deng, Samantabhadra and others? Where did they go?"

He looked around just now, but didn't see Ran Deng and Manjushri, so he fell to the top of the city and asked.

Guangchengzi frowned and said, "In the midst of a disaster, life and death are all in peace. Why should Junior Brother Gongming be angry? As for Teacher Randeng and Junior Brother Samantabhadra, they suffered a lot of losses, so after breaking the city, they went back to the temple to cultivate."

"snort!"

Zhao Gongming stared at him with his eyes narrowed for a while, then suddenly rolled up four spiritual treasures on the ground and turned back.

Han Zhixian hurriedly chased after him and said in a voice transmission: "Senior Brother, let's just let it go?"

"No! I'll make them pay!"

Zhao Gongming's voice sounded particularly low: "Now it seems that our decision to support Xiqi may be wrong. If we choose to be with Senior Sister Jin Ling, she would not have died here tragically."

...

There is a great abyss north of the North Sea, which is deep and cannot be seen, and is called Beiming.

Deep in Beiming, a giant creature that could not see the whole picture was swimming leisurely, suddenly breaking through the water, revealing a small scale and a half claw from the depths of the clouds and mist, and then diving into the seabed, but no drop of water splashed.

In the belly of this giant, it is not as humid and cold as most people think, and is covered with some kind of unpleasant liquid that can corrode everything, but a huge island with sunny winds and birds singing and flowers.

On the island stands magnificent Taoist temples, like stars holding the moon, clustering a jade Taoist palace in the middle.

Around the island is an endless blue sea, and the blue sky above our heads are floating with silky white clouds.

"What a peaceful and pure land, but unfortunately, this world in this world cannot escape the path of destruction!"

A gentle voice sounded on the island, but the content was so horrifying.

Suddenly, endless murderous intent was revealed in the Taoist halls, cold and fierce.

The person who spoke was not concerned at all and said with a smile: "Kunpeng, do you know I'm here, don't you come out to greet me?"

Hearing this, the immortals and gods in the Taoist temple were shocked.

Who is this person?

Being able to enter this world silently and come to this island has shown that he is not simple, and he dares to call himself the name of the ancestor, which must be of a big background.

These disciples and subordinates of the Kunpeng Ancestor have lived for countless years, and even their eyelashes are empty. There will never be any jokes like treating people as names that can be despised.

They didn't even speak, they just watched quietly.

Some young junior disciples wanted to speak out, but were stopped immediately.

The level of the visitor is not something they can receive, and the ancestor must personally express his attitude.

Whether to welcome or welcome the enemy is not something they can decide.

While everyone was waiting quietly, a golden light lit up in the huge Taoist palace in the middle of the island.

The next moment, the golden light fell in front of the visitor, and a handsome and weird middle-aged man appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he bowed respectfully to the visitor and said, "Kunpeng greets Saint Zhunti!"

It turns out he is a saint, that's fine.

The subordinates of the disciples let go of the fingers of the spiritual treasure, the magic weapon, and respectfully worshiped: "Gourmet to Saint Cunti!"

The Saint Zhunti nodded slightly, looked at the ancestor Kunpeng with a smile and said, "You are free and easy. After the Lich tribulation, you are also a winner. You have completely freed from the constraints of the heavenly court and restored your body of freedom."

The ancestor Kunpeng hurriedly said respectfully: "I have to thank the saint for the original tips and let me cooperate with Emperor Xi. His Majesty Emperor Xi is indeed as the saint said, "

While speaking, he invited Zhunti to the Taoist Palace to have a leisure talk.

Zhunti did not refuse, and the space flickered, and he followed Kunpeng to the huge Taoist palace.

He sat down on the cushion in front of the tea case, looked at the ancestor Kunpeng and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoxi is a kind and sage and kind person. Now he has also proved to be the emperor of humanity, immortality. However, Fellow Daoxi, you are extremely talented and have good feet. There are only a handful of people who can surpass you. Why hasn't you been able to go further after so long?"

The old ancestor Kunpeng, who was cooking tea, shook his hand and said in his heart: Why else can it be? Of course it is because there is no Hongmeng purple energy? You stole my cushion, wouldn't you know?

He could only think about this in his heart, and he had to immediately abandon these thoughts so that he could not be peeped at by the saints.

He said without any turmoil: "I will not be praised by the saints like this."

Zhunti smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist do not need to be humble. A thousand years ago, the Spirit Emperor Tian preached the method of killing three corpses and purifying the Tao. I think you have already cut out a good corpse now, right?"

The ancestor Kunpeng nodded slightly, and said with a little complacent look in his eyes: "The saint's Dharma Eyes and Clear Learning, and he has indeed cut out a good corpse incarnation not long ago."

Zhunti smiled, suddenly sighed, looked at the ancestor Kunpeng, shook his head and sighed: "What a pity, what a pity--"

The ancestor Kunpeng was so uncomfortable that he was staring at him that he couldn't help but wonder: "What does the saint mean?"

Zhunti said lightly: "It's a pity that you can't wait for the day when the three corpses are united and attain the holy position of heaven."

The ancestor Kunpeng shook his hand and almost knocked over the teacup.

He was frightened and calm, but he said with a sedate face: "Would the saint attack me? I dare to ask where he annoyed the saint? I would like to ask the saint to show him!"

Zhunti stared at him with a bright look, and the ancestor Kunpeng was furrowed all over, wishing he could use his magical power to escape immediately.

But he knew better that if the saint in front of him really wanted to attack him, he would never be able to escape.

Therefore, he could only wait here uneasy and prayed in his heart that he had guessed wrong.

At this time, Zhunti took back his oppressive gaze and smiled and said, "It is not me who wants to take your life, I come from it to save your life."

The ancestor Kunpeng felt relieved, and then he felt full of doubts, "Who wants to kill my life? Could it be that Zhen Yuanzi?"

He thought about it and said that since the Lich's calamity, he had been hiding in the Beiming, and he did not participate in anything that happened in the prehistoric world. It seemed that Zhen Yuanzi, whom he met when he went to Linghuangtian to listen to the sect, was hostile to him.

Zhunti did not answer his question, but looked at him and said lightly: "I heard from Zixiao Palace in the past. You and Taoist Hongyun arrived first and occupied the cushion, but in the end they were earned by me and the senior brother. Have you ever had any resentment towards my senior brother?"

The ancestor Kunpeng quickly shook his head, "I lost the cushion because I didn't have enough opportunities and I couldn't blame anyone."

Zhunti nodded slightly, "Although you have never resented, it has to do with me, so I will appear in the Lich's Death and point you out to help you escape the Death and get rid of it.

But now the calamity has begun again, this time you are also in the calamity..."

Before he finished speaking, the ancestor Kunpeng said respectfully: "I would like to ask the saint to give me some advice!"

Zhunti showed a smile of "a child can teach" on his face and said lightly: "The scale of this catastrophe is far greater than that of the lich's catastrophe. All the immortals and gods who have never become saints in the golden immortals in the prehistoric world have entered the catastrophe. There is only one way to survive the catastrophe safely."

"What's the solution?"

"Enter my Buddhism!"

"Buddhist?"

This was the first time that Old Ancestor Kunpeng heard this name and couldn't help but be stunned.

Cunti explained: "There are three thousand great ways in the prehistoric world and eight hundred side doors. The Taoist sect created by the teacher takes three thousand great ways as the foundation, while the Buddhist sect created by my senior brother Zhiyin takes eight hundred side doors as the foundation.

The teacher has agreed to this matter and waited for the death to officially establish a Buddhist sect after the death to the death to promise that my Buddhist sect can prosper after the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to the death to

Therefore, entering my Buddhism is the best way to survive the tribulation peacefully.”

Hearing this, the ancestor Kunpeng's eyes flashed slightly.

He was moved.

Zhunti hit the railway while it was hot: "Fellow Taoists enter my Buddhism and can be the leader of the three Western religions. All the disciples of Taoists can enter my Western religions and become Garuda, the vassal tribe.
To be continued...