Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

Zishou looked at the speaker and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Chen Wuliang felt resentful for a while, when Zishou made a big disturbance in Zixiao Palace, he was in it, and even fought with Zishou, but he was defeated by Zishou at that time, and his long sword was taken away in public.

Over the years, he has practiced hard, and he has taken another step on the road of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. He thought that one day he would be able to avenge the sword. Who would have thought that Zishou had already been promoted to a high-level saint, and even became an existence on par with Hongjun .

When they meet now, the other party doesn't even recognize who they are.

"I am Chen Wuliang, a disciple of Zixiao Palace, Di Xin. You have proved yourself as a saint in the prehistoric age, and you have become a high-ranking one. Is it not too much to resist thirty or forty Chaos God Thunders for us? Thirty chaotic divine thunders are not willing to take them?" Chen Wuliang sneered slightly.

Zishou couldn't help laughing after hearing this, what's the difference between this and moral kidnapping?If you become a saint yourself, what does it have to do with them?

Chen Wuliang saw him yelling up to the sky, and couldn't help but angrily said: "What are you laughing at?"

Zishou squinted with cold eyes: "You mean to say that as a saint, you need to bear the calamity for the prehistoric world?"

"That's right!" Chen Wuliang nodded his head and said, "As a witness to a saint, you have swallowed up so much Dao Qi and absorbed so much Honghuang's spiritual energy. Now that Honghuang is facing a catastrophe, as saints, shouldn't you step forward and serve all living beings?" Block the robbery? My request is not too much, you only need to catch thirty for the sentient beings."

Zishou said coldly: "As the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, you also swallowed the Dao Qi of the Great Desolation, hum! I dare to take thirty Chaos God Thunder, do you dare to take one?"

Chen Wuliang complacently said: "Of course you dare! You take thirty first, and I will take one too."

Zishou couldn't stop sneering, does this bastard think he is a fool?

While the two were talking, two more Chaos Divine Thunder fell to the lower realm.

One of them smashed a large city in the northwest into pieces, and the other fell towards Lingshan!

Zhunti Buddha saw that Lingshan was about to face the danger of extinction, so he jumped out and shouted: "Stop the thunder! Don't let it fall on Lingshan!"

Three relics rose from the top of his head, releasing golden lotus blossoms to protect his whole body, and he raised up the wonderful tree of seven treasures with both hands to resist the chaotic thunder with all his strength.

The Chaos Divine Thunder was black in color, exuding an infinite chilling aura, breaking through time and space, and arriving in an instant.

Zhunti Buddha received the divine thunder hard, and suddenly felt that his body was withering rapidly, as if it was about to turn into fly ash at any moment, and there was a sharp pain from his soul, which showed signs of being cracked into pieces.

"Ah! Block me!"

Zhunti Buddha's whole body was pumped with true energy, and he lifted his hands up, abruptly lifting the divine thunder three feet up.

Many Treasures Tathagata said: "Amitabha! All living beings come into my pagoda!"

With a wave of his hand, he raised a huge pagoda!

There are nine floors of the pagoda, and each floor has countless treasures, but it is the body of the Tathagata before he became a Buddha-the Pagoda of Many Treasures.

The multi-treasure pagoda can turn a small world into a small world. At this time, it fell to Xiniu Hezhou, engulfing the Bodhisattva Arhats in Lingshan, Jiedi monks, and tens of thousands of ordinary people in the pagoda.

"boom!"

The thunder light spread in all directions, Zhunti Buddha staggered back, his face was pale and colorless, and the three relics on his head were transparent and lost their light.

His primordial spirit drilled out of his physical body, but his black body appeared, with a faint magic light emitting from it.

"What's going on? Why does Zhunti have devilish energy?"

"Strange, why does he give me an illusory feeling? It seems like a dummy..."

"No, no, he doesn't seem to be a real saint."

The immortals of Da Luo Tian discovered something unusual.

Zishou's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "Sure enough... After all, it is the reflection of the Kunlun Mirror. Although I turned it into a puppet, it can only be saved for a while, and it will still disappear after a huge blow..."

Taoist Zhunti looked at his body with a puzzled look on his face. He staggered back and murmured, "What's going on, what's going on? I'm a saint, how could I die? How could I die? "

……

In the small world of Zixiao Palace.

The white-haired Hongjun caressed a bronze mirror with both hands, slowly raised his head, and sighed, "It's an illusion, how can it last forever? The real Zhunti died a long time ago."

The bronze mirror is full of brilliance, and the mirror surface also faintly reflects the big battle in the sky, Zishou, Pingxin, Tongtian and others are all reflected on it. There is a pair of sharp eyes.

……

Taoist Zhunti's body was turned into fly ash in the Chaos Divine Thunder, and his primordial spirit got out of his body, and soon discovered that something was wrong, his body was dissipating.

It's like a pile of bubbles suddenly appearing in the sun, bursting and disappearing one by one.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why is my primordial spirit dissipating? I'm a saint, immortal, why is this happening?" Taoist Zhunti muttered to himself, terrified and dazed.

He suddenly looked at Zishou and shouted, "What's going on? Di Xin, what's going on?"

Zishou was silent, Zhunti was hopeless, the magic puppet technique had failed, and the divine thunder just now completely defeated the brand he had left on him.

And a person who is illusory, even without a soul, cannot survive without the protection of magic puppetry.

Because at the end of the day, Zhunti is nothing more than a reflection now.

"How could I die...how could I die..." Zhunti became a little hysterical. The reason why he threw himself to block this divine thunder was because he thought he was immortal, so he jumped up.

Zishou sighed, feeling unbearable, and said, "Because you died a long time ago, under my Zhuxian sword formation, and you at this time are actually a copy of the Kunlun Mirror."

Zhunti's eyes widened suddenly: "How could this be... how could it be... right, right, I always feel that there is something wrong with my memory, and I have lost a very important memory. Yes, yes, the real me has already disappeared I died, I was resurrected in the Kunlun mirror, I am just a memory, so that's right..."

"Di Xin, Di Xin, you lied to me!"

Zhunti shot his eyes at Zishou, and shouted resentfully.

His body gradually turned into fly ash and completely disappeared from the world.

Zi Shou felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. If it was the former Zhunti, he would have applauded if he died, but this Zhunti was loyal to him.

At the same time, he thought that there were quite a few people brought out by him from the Kunlun mirror, and these people might disappear in an instant as long as he unlocked the mark of the puppet.

There was light in Haotian's eyes, and he said: "No wonder, no wonder Zhunti was clearly killed by Di Xin with the Zhuxian Sword Formation at that time, and then he directly joined Di Xin after his resurrection. I have been unable to figure out the joint. It's a counterfeit."

The Queen Mother of the West nodded thoughtfully: "Is it the Kunlun mirror of the Taoist ancestor that can replicate everything in the world? That mirror is indeed magical!"

Although Zhunti dissipated, the next divine thunder still struck towards Lingshan.

……

Changed the name above, I feel that Chen Wuliang is a bit more modern, so I changed it to Wuliang