My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 207 Blocking the road!
"Old friend Hongyun! Are you still there?"

One of the people outside the mountain gate sent a voice transmission to Patriarch Hongyun.

One of the two is Zhunti's avatar, Patriarch Bodhi.

Beside the latter is another one, Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal.

It seems that Bodhi came with Zhen Yuanzi, and they probably wanted to find Hong Yun.

And Zhao Lang knew that Patriarch Bodhi was the avatar of Zhunti Saint. If he knew that he had not died, wouldn't he be exposed?
So in a hurry, he immediately held down Patriarch Hongyun who just came out of his cave.

When Hongyun Patriarch heard Zhen Yuanzi's voice, he naturally walked out of the cave, but just as he was about to show up outside the mountain gate, a spiritual force pushed him down.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he was involuntarily sucked by a powerful holy force.

Appearing in Zhao Lang's gazebo in Buzhou Mountains, he frowned.

The former should have explained the cause and effect to him clearly.

Zhunti wants to use Zhenyuanzi to find out the truth, but he can't fall into the trap.

Of course, Hong Yun chose to believe in Zhao Lang.

Outside the mountain gate.

Zhen Yuanzi hesitated.

Could it be that Hongyun's old friend has also gone down the mountain?

His eyes were full of regret.

Zhao Gongming is one of the few people he admires. As the only Dao sage in the prehistoric world, he has also fallen now...

It is a pity.

Patriarch Bodhi's focus was not here, he looked at Zhen Yuanzi and asked hastily.

"Is there an echo?"

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems that Zhou Shanzong has really declined this week. It's a pity that such a dojo is really a natural place for retreat. If it's for me..."

In his heart, he secretly thought, but he will never get the secret realm of the Great Dao forever.

The two searched for no one, and then left one after another.

Zhao Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why the rest of the saint sects have not made any big moves is because it is not sure whether he, Zhao Lang, has really fallen.

Only by creating the illusion that he has fallen can the safety of all disciples and grandchildren in the prehistoric world be guaranteed.

On the other hand, it can also be used as a soup.

Immediately, Zhao Lang blinked his eyes, and then a burst of spiritual power came out from them, and an extremely mysterious aura emanated from his pupils.

With the Lingling Lock, Zhao Lang can use the power of a saint to observe the prehistoric world as he pleases.

Although his gaze shined through the secret realm of the avenue, Zhao Lang's gaze fell on Chengtang on the mainland of China.

In the mainland of China.

Outside a certain city.

Cheng Tang was walking alone in the mountains.

This made Zhao Lang very angry, and secretly scolded him for being stupid.

Originally, his cultivation base was not high, so he still went to such a dangerous place.

Feeling helpless, Zhao Lang continued to pay attention.

However, at this moment, several voices came out as expected, and then several figures sprang out from the surrounding mountains.

These people were dressed like a few robbers, but their cultivation was not low.

This made Zhao Lang a little puzzled.

What is the current world?
There are so many cultivators among the human race?
Today's Xia Dynasty is obviously not governed properly by the monarch. Not only are the people miserable everywhere, but even such cultivators have to be reduced to robbers.

What a pity.

These guys' cultivation base is not high, but there are so many of them.

But at least Cheng Tang was still a cultivator in the Realm of Immortal Realm. Under the display of spiritual power, they were frightened and ran away.

No matter how stupid a person is, he will not leapfrog to challenge someone whose cultivation level is one level higher than his own.

But who wants to.

After those guys circled around, they brought another guy with a high level of cultivation here.

The man was eight feet tall and covered his face with a black veil.

Zhao Lang glanced casually and discovered that it was the late Jinxian period.

It is indeed higher than Chengtang.

This kid really has a bit of a back...

Zhao Lang gave a wry smile and began to observe.

He didn't want to take action on everything. After all, as a saint, if his disciple could solve the problem, then he would take action to solve it?

I have lost my identity...

Cheng Tang was also a little shocked after seeing that guy.

He is alone and has no helper. Who can help him here in the deserted mountains?

Frowning tightly, he mobilized his spiritual energy.

On the other hand, the man sneered.

"I said why is it so familiar, it's actually a junior!"

His voice was very familiar.

Even Zhao Lang thinks so.

Just as he was about to pass the causality test, the person in front of Cheng Tang slowly took off the black veil on top.

Zhao Lang was taken aback, why is it him?

Cheng Tang was also shocked, and then a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Brother Shen!"

As he spoke, he walked straight towards the man.

From the outside, that person was Shen Gongbao.

But Zhao Lang knew that he was no longer.

How could Cheng Tang know?
He walked towards that person quickly, as enthusiastic as an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

But in the latter's hand, there was a faint stirring of spiritual power, and he waited for it to come in front of him, killing him with one blow.

Good boy, you want to kill him?
Zhao Lang frowned slightly, and immediately controlled his spiritual sense to transmit sound into soup.

"He's not Shen Gongbao."

As soon as these words came to his ears, Cheng Tang was startled, but he had already come in front of that person.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared under the handsome face, and Hong Jin immediately raised his palm.

Although Cheng Tang had reacted to this blow, he still couldn't resist it. After all, he was only a cultivator in the Realm of Immortal Realm.

Looking at the familiar person in front of him, he suddenly felt very strange.

"What did you do to Senior Brother Shen?"

He frowned, and although the corners of his mouth began to ooze blood, he was not timid.

Hong Jin snorted coldly.

He mainly valued Cheng Tang's luck.

Such things as luck can be seen by anyone with a higher cultivation base than it.

Everyone in the prehistoric world knows that if you kill him, you can replace him.

"When death is imminent, are you worthy of knowing this?"

As he spoke, he turned sideways, and the minions beside him rushed up.

Under observation, Zhao Lang secretly sighed.

Not all the good people in my Zhoushan sect, people like Hong Jin are the black sheep among them.

In my mind, a system prompt appeared immediately.

"Ding! It is detected that Hong Jin is about to kill Cheng Tang and seize the latter's luck. The host can choose."

"One, take action immediately. Killing Hong Jin will attract Wu Yunxian's attention, and you can get Lingbao materials."

"Second, protect Chengtang, wait for the opportunity to act but never expose the host, after ensuring the safety of Chengtang, you can obtain the power of the law of the great way, the source of fire."

With these two rewards, they were obviously telling Zhao Lang not to make a move.

But why did Wu Yunxian notice him?
Could it be that Hong Jin has already been targeted by the interception teacher at this time?
Zhao Lang smiled wryly, some people cannot escape their fate after all.

However, at this time, Cheng Tang kept calling for Master Zu in his heart, but he didn't get a response.

Finished!

Facing death after just escaping from birth?

What kind of child of luck am I?

Cheng Tang smiled wryly, already fully prepared to die.

However, when those people quickly approached him, the former looked behind Cheng Tang, and their expressions suddenly changed drastically!
(End of this chapter)