Above Mount Sumeru in the west, deep in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Sage Zhunti sat cross-legged under the ancient Bodhi tree that was filled with the mystical atmosphere of the Great Dao. He slowly shook his head and sighed: "Good, good! I haven't seen you for a while, and this Yu Yuan has grown a lot."
"At this child's growth rate, I'm afraid he will become a serious problem for my Western religion in the future."
In the Eight Treasures Merit Pool not far away, the Holy Sage spoke solemnly and in a low voice.
Saint Zhunti nodded slightly and asked curiously: "During this period, may he have practiced the Great Dream Heart Sutra?"
"Diligence in cultivation is not enough." The saint said calmly: "But because the string of beads you gave him protects his soul, I can't see clearly how far he has cultivated."
Hearing this answer, Saint Zhunti could not help but reveal a smile in his eyes, "It seems that the Great Dream Heart Sutra created by my senior fellow apprentice is indeed a first-rate mystical skill. Even this direct disciple of Jie Jiao's sect will never forget it after practicing it once.
From this point of view, this Hunyuan Yiqi Immortal will eventually defect to my Western Sect. "
"If you can belong to our Western religion, that would be great." The saint said sincerely.
He was sitting cross-legged on the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit, with a treasure building suspended in front of him, emitting a faint golden light.
The golden light disappeared into the void, and after a moment, it returned with a ray of soul.
The soul fell to the ground and transformed into a tall, dark-skinned, middle-aged man with two horns on his head and a pair of wide wings on his back. His appearance was extremely ugly and fierce.
This middle-aged man is King Yaksha, who was just beaten to death by Yu Yuan.
When he was in despair, he was led by a saint with a treasure banner, and his life was saved.
It's a pity that his lifelong practice has been based on the physical body. Now that his physical body has been exploded, his hard work of dozens of Yuanhui has been destroyed in one day. Even if he rebuilds his physical body, it will take a long time to temper it before he can restore it to its full potential. Peak state.
In other words, he was half-wasted.
At this moment, seeing the two saints face to face, he quickly knelt down with a "pop" and said with hope: "Greetings to the two saints, asking for the saints' mercy!"
The saint said calmly: "I asked you to go to help me explain the teachings, but you are so brave and fierce and don't understand the general situation. That's why you have suffered this disaster. This is your fate."
"Ask for the mercy of the saints!" King Yaksha kowtowed repeatedly and begged: "From now on I will only obey the orders of the two saints, and I will never dare to act recklessly again. I beg for the mercy of the saints!"
The Holy Master nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to pick off a lotus pod from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and said calmly: "Today I will use the Eight Treasures Lotus pod to reshape your physical body, and then teach you the magical powers of the six golden bodies of my master."
King Yaksha was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you so much for your grace, Master. I am willing to go through fire and water to strengthen our sect, no matter what!"
Saint Zhunti on the side smiled and said: "In that case, then you can go to Nanfangbu Continent to assist Bailian Boy."
King Yaksha was stunned for a moment.
Going to Nanfangbuzhou is a chore. It is the private territory of the three Taoist religions. It is very dangerous for Western disciples to preach in Nanfangbuzhou.
It is said that the White Lotus boy was beaten to death once in Nanfangbuzhou before, but the saint in charge was clever and brought him back to life...
However, King Yaksha relied on his profound teachings, so he had no fear.
He even considered leaving Xiniu Hezhou to challenge masters from other continents to hone himself.
He no longer wanted to be a frog in a well looking at the sky.
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East foot of Wanshou Mountain
Four figures appeared in front of Yu Yuan, two men and two women.
The first one wears a green cloud crown, a brocade robe, and soap cloud boots. He has a plump sky, regular facial features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a square mouth. He is born with a face of great wealth.
This person is none other than Zhao Gongming, the leader of the outer disciples of Jie Jiao.
To his left stood a slovenly Taoist with disheveled hair, holding a yellow-skinned gourd in his hand, with a slight blush on his face, and a mouth full of alcohol.
On the right are two young and beautiful fairies.
One is wearing colorful clothes, has a slender and elegant figure, and a graceful figure. She has long black and thick hair, hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, with slightly wavy hair tips dancing in the wind. A pair of eyes are bright and clear, like a lake dotted with stars, revealing wisdom and tenderness. The exquisite silver threads and jewels inlaid on the fairy robe are like thousands of stars dotting it, shining with charming brilliance.
The other fairy is wearing a green robe and is petite and exquisite, like a flower in bloom. Her eyes were clear and bright, shining green like gems. The gently raised eyebrows are like a beautiful crescent moon, adding a bit of playfulness and cuteness to her.
Yu Yuan looked at the four of them and saluted respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to Master Gongming, Master Ma Sui, Master Qiongxiao...well, and Master Bixiao."
"Why do you sound so reluctant to me?" The petite Fairy Qiong Xiao raised her eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "Do you have any objections to my uncle?"
"It's nothing! Uncle Master must have heard wrongly."
Yu Yuan laughed.
He is very familiar with Zhao Gongming, and he also has a good relationship with San Xiao.
It's just that Fairy Bixiao, the youngest among Sanxiao, has lived for dozens of Yuanhui, but her appearance is still as petite and cute as a girl, which really makes him a little inappropriate.
Of course, this is also because Xiang comes from the heart, not because Fairy Bixiao and Old Cucumber painted green.
As the youngest of the three immortals, Fairy Bixiao has been very well protected by her brother and two sisters since she transformed. In addition, because she has been practicing in seclusion on the Three Immortals Island for many years, her mind is still as simple and lively as a girl.
At this time, Fairy Qiongxiao whispered: "You stay here honestly, I will go help eldest sister first."
After saying that, she turned into a beam of colorful rays of light and shot away.
"Wait for me, I also need to help with fights!"
Fairy Bixiao also hurriedly turned into a green light and followed, seeming quite excited.
Zhao Gongming's expression moved slightly, as if he wanted to stop her, then he shook his head and whispered fondly: "This girl is really..."
Above the sea of clouds in the distance, Taoist Ran Deng and the Antarctic Immortal looked at each other, their expressions extremely solemn.
They originally thought that with the help of the Western Sect, they could contain Fairy Yunxiao, so the two of them took the opportunity to capture Yu Yuan and brought him back to Kunlun Mountain to be dealt with by the sage in charge. No matter how quibbling he was, he would not be able to escape. The saint's discernment can only hand over the real list of gods.
Then they use this matter to counterattack Jiejiao, and maybe even the divine whip will be in their hands!
But as soon as they appeared, Zhao Gongming and others also appeared right after them.
There is no doubt that Yu Yuan and even the entire Jiejiao have already been on guard!
He just kept silent, waiting for them to show up.
At this moment, after Zhao Gongming watched Fairy Bixiao leave, his expression suddenly became solemn, and twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls instantly appeared around him. He looked coldly at Taoist Ran Deng and said in a deep voice: "We lost to the last battle. I’ve got rid of your Liuli inner fire, let’s compete again this time!”
Before he finished speaking, he had already launched an offensive.
The two are also old enemies.
When it comes to Taoism, although Taoist Ran Deng is a veteran and strong person, Zhao Gongming is not bad at all.
The last time Taoist Ran Deng was able to win, it was mainly due to the power of the central Wuji Xinghuang Banner. Otherwise, he would not have been able to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls, and naturally there would be no chance to use the Liuli Heart Fire.
At this moment, Zhao Gongming said nothing and took action directly. The twenty-four Dinghai Pearls emitted dazzling light, and the five-color light illuminated the surroundings, making the scene thousands of miles around clearly visible.
The mountains and mountains were shattered into pieces by the earthquake, and the nearby peaks were turned into powder. As long as a gust of wind blew by, the majestic mountains would pour down like gravel.
An orange Qingyun immediately rose above Taoist Ran Deng's head. Although it was instantly compressed to the size of a hundred feet by Ding Haizhu's divine power, the three Taoist flowers above the Qingyun still shone brightly and were not affected.
Especially once the central Wuji apricot-yellow flag on the middle road flower was unfurled, thousands of golden lotuses appeared in the sky, swaying and shining.
Although the five-colored light of Dinghai Pearl shocked everyone, the golden flowers on the golden lotus easily bounced them away. As the golden lotus bloomed, the five-colored light was gradually pushed back, and Qingyun expanded again.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Gongming immediately changed his tactics, separated half of Dinghaizhu, and bombarded Taoist Ran Deng from all directions.
Taoist Ran Deng quickly raised the Qiankun Ruler, measured up and down, controlled the space around him, and sent these Dinghai Pearls into the unknown void, where they were swallowed up by the cracks in the space.
Three Taoist flowers swayed on the Qingyun above his head, shedding light. The Qingyun fell down like a heavy sky. The central Wuji apricot-yellow flag was swaying gently, and golden lotus flowers were continuously produced in the sky.
The two seemed to be of equal strength and the fight was evenly matched, and it seemed impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time.
While the two were fighting, Yu Yuan also turned to look at the Antarctic Immortal.
The latter's face was extremely ugly. His eyes were roaming back and forth between Yu Yuan and Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui. His brows were slightly furrowed and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Seeing Yu Yuan looking towards him at this moment, he quickly said: "Yu Yuan, do you dare to fight with me?"
Yu Yuan smiled slightly and looked at the golden hoop fairy horse beside him.
The latter raised the gourd and poured a mouthful of fairy brew into his mouth, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said with a breath of wine: "It's wonderful, he can still pick his opponent... Come on, let's see!"
After saying that, he took out three golden hoops from his arms and threw them out.
The Antarctic Immortal's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly waved the crutch in his hand in front of him. However, as soon as the three golden hoops touched his crutch, they disappeared out of thin air.
Before he could react, three golden hoops appeared on his head, neck and waist without any warning.
The next moment, Ma then stretched out his hand to point at the Immortal Master and laughed loudly: "That's right!"
As he spoke, the Antarctic Immortal actually rolled his eyes, crashed through the clouds, and plummeted toward the mountains below like a kite with its string cut off.
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(End of chapter)
