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

Chapter 351 Let's Respond to the Tribulation Together!

Hearing this, Zhao Lang just smiled lightly.

did not answer.

The rest of His Highness's disciples also laughed out loud.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly, and looked at them: "What's the matter, isn't this Jiang Shang a descendant of your grandson of Zhou Shanzong?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun is so thoughtful, it's really not like your style!"

Zhao Lang waved lightly, everyone and him stopped laughing, and he replied.

Hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun smiled triumphantly again.

"The disciples of Zhoushan Sect all have deep spiritual roots. Although this person's cultivation base is not high, he has great potential and good luck."

"It would be best for him to take charge of the Heavenly Tribulation, and then go down to the mountain to enshrine the gods, but..."

Having said that, Yuanshi Tianzun paused again.

Looking at the rest of the Chaos Palace, he hesitated.

Zhao Lang waved his hand.

"But it doesn't matter, they are not outsiders."

Only then did Yuanshi Tianzun speak.

"However, when the time comes, we still need the disciples of Dao Gongming's Zhoushan Sect to come down the mountain to help, otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to quell the catastrophe with his own strength."

Why don't you let your disciple go?

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes, and scolded Yuan Shitian for protecting the calf in his heart.

But on the surface, he still nodded.

Anyway, he was worried that he would not be able to arrange his disciples in the next catastrophe.

Although conferring gods is not a good thing.

But it also depends on how to seal it. If after the body dies and the Tao disappears, the primordial spirit entrusts the void and the heavenly way, then the conferring of the gods is no different from death, but people like Yang Jian can be sanctified even if they are not dead. Why is this kind of apotheosis not possible?

However, Yang Jian's cultivation at this time has already reached the point where he does not need to be a god.

Whether he is willing to go to heaven to be his Erlang God depends entirely on Yang Jian's own thoughts, and no one else can influence it.

If he could get his disciples, those who should have been robbed.

Taking this opportunity to be included in the list of gods, and to be sanctified in the flesh, then they don't need to suffer the pain of death.

Just as he was thinking, the system prompt in front of him also popped up.

"Ding! It is detected that Yuanshi Tianzun invited the host to join the robbery, and you can choose."

"One, if you refuse the request, Yuanshi Tianzun will fill in the names of Zhoushanzong disciples on the list of gods, and you will get an Houtian Lingbao."

"Second, I accept it on the surface, but in fact I let the Chanjiao become my pawn, which can influence the changes of the Conferred God."

After Zhao Lang made his choice, he looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and smiled slightly.

He said: "That's good. At that time, all the disciples of my Zhou Shanzong can lend a helping hand to explain the teaching, but there is one thing, I teach my disciples not to do unreasonable things, and not to do horrible things."

"The disciples cultivate their hearts and minds, and they are all very upright in terms of cultivation and conduct! I don't want them to become the evil gods that people will say in the future."

Zhao Lang finished speaking.

Just fell silent.

Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun, as if waiting for his answer.

After Yuanshi Tianzun heard it, his mood suddenly became brighter!
Because he thinks that his disciples are the same as the disciples of Zhoushan Sect that Zhao Lang said, they are all the kind of people with good character!
As the saying goes, if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black.

If it is said that the disciples of Zhou Shanzong joined the Jiejiao.

Becoming a group of them is very likely to become the kind of gods who do all kinds of evil that Zhao Lang said, but it is different from his teachings. They value etiquette and good conduct, which has always been his pride in Yuanshi Tianzun!
Now Zhao Gongming agreed to help me, presumably even Na Tongtian would not be able to reverse the ending of the catastrophe!

This catastrophe, I want him to stop teaching and fill in all the pits!

Thinking of this, he nodded triumphantly, then looked at Zhao Lang again.

"Sage Zhao, please rest assured! When Jiang Ziya descends from the mountain in the future, he must be repeatedly told to follow the words of the virtuous nephews of the Zhoushan Sect, and not to act rashly without instructions!"

"The matter of enshrining the gods, big and small matters are all decided by Zhou Shanzong's nephews, and they must not be defied!"

Zhao Lang cursed secretly in his heart.

This Yuanshi Tianzun is really shameless!
This starts to talk about seniority!
Speaking of this, it is already obvious that Yuanshi Tianzun wanted to keep the teaching.

He didn't hesitate to bow his knees under Zhao Lang, and even let his disciples be led by Zhou Shanzong's disciples among the gods in the future.

Everything, big or small, is in Zhao Lang's hands.

The purpose is to let Jiejiao fill in all the holes, and he explained that all the golden immortals can be spared.

In fact, looking at it this way, Yuanshi Tianzun is a good master.

But not a qualified saint.

Since Zhao Gongming had agreed to his request, Yuanshi Tianzun naturally left happily.

After he left, all the disciples turned their heads to look at Zhao Lang, someone asked.

"Master, when will the catastrophe happen? When should we go down the mountain?"

Zhao Lang waved his hand, and said slowly: "No hurry, there is still a period of time before the catastrophe. During this time, you should practice hard in your respective caves and stabilize your foundation, so as not to suffer from losing to others in the catastrophe."

Hearing what Zhao Lang said, all the disciples saluted one after another, and responded in unison: "Yes!"

They left the Chaos Palace and went to practice in their respective caves.

Zhao Lang continued to sit cross-legged, ready to close his eyes and meditate, but at this moment.

Bi Xiao walked slowly from the side hall.

She moved slightly with lotus steps, and her steps were very light, but Zhao Lang still noticed it.

"How's the recovery going?"

Zhao Lang smiled slightly.

He raised his eyes to look at Bi Xiao in front of him.

The latter blushed, realizing that Zhao Lang was asking about her spiritual power, and said angrily.

"It's okay. If it weren't for your elixir, my spiritual power must not be fully recovered now."

"Now not only has the cultivation base returned to the previous level, but it has also improved to a higher level."

Speaking of this, Bi Xiao seemed to be a little hesitant.

Some words seem to come to my lips, but I don't know whether to say them or not.

A moment later, under Zhao Lang's suspicious gaze.

She just gritted her teeth and said hesitantly.

"That Yuanfeng...she?"

Not finished.

She swallowed again, as if she regretted asking this sentence.

Zhao Lang waved his hand, Bi Xiao naturally knew what was going on in his mind.

"Didn't I explain it to you? The relationship between me and her is not what you imagined."

However, Bi Xiao hurriedly explained, she waved her hands again and again: "No, no, I didn't ask this!"

Zhao Lang frowned.

Then he smiled and asked, "Then what do you want to ask?"

"Yuanfeng, is she really a phoenix from the Chaos Realm?"

hear here.

Zhao Lang didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Nodding his head, he replied: "Well, it used to be, maybe not now..."

This answer made Bi Xiao confused: "What do you mean it's not now?"

"She's pretty pitiful too..."

Zhao Lang explained: "The spiritual power has been drained, but she may be more miserable."

Hearing this, a look of disgust appeared on Bi Xiao's face.

"Is it the Avenue Palace?"

Zhao Lang nodded and did not continue talking.

Bi Xiao literally gritted his teeth at this moment, his silver teeth creaking.

She said: "Those people in the Dao Palace are really too bad!"

Zhao Lang smiled.

So did he.

It's just the kind of badness of the elders of the Dao Palace.

It's not like the Chaos Demon God. If the Chaos Demon God only wants to crush the wilderness, then all their actions are for this matter.

Whether they brutally killed the saints who proved the sanctification of the Dao of Noumenon in the world of chaos, or kept trying to come to the wild from the eyes of the sea of ​​chaos, they had only one purpose, and that was to destroy the only world left by the great god Pangu.

However, the elder of the Dao Palace is a relatively mysterious identity.

Especially those elders, it seems that they don't have much interest in destroying the prehistoric world.

Just being in this position, so I can't help myself.

Take Taoist Yang Mei as an example, his strength is now about the same as Zhao Lang.

In some respects, he might even be stronger than Zhao Lang.

But even Taoist Yang Mei, who was able to travel through the infinite chaos and came to the prehistoric world, did not choose to directly attack the prehistoric world.

Letting Hongjun join forces seems to be a cover.

It seems that their real goal is to reunite the ten methods of primordial origin.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang sighed and stopped thinking about it.

After chatting with Bi Xiao for a while, the two of them completely opened their hearts.

After the conversation, Bi Xiao left happily.

Seeing her alive and kicking in front of his eyes again, Zhao Lang was very relieved.

Looking at Bi Xiao's back with a smile.

After a while, Zhao Lang sighed again.

"I really don't know when I can become the strongest person. Although no one can match me in the prehistoric world, there are still many unknown things in the chaotic world..."

The rest of the Law Demon Gods, what strengths do they have?
Why did Taoist Tu Yuan ignore him?

Why did that lord help him everywhere?
These things have been lingering in Zhao Lang's mind, indelible, until he remembered the thing that the system gave him before.

Hongmeng scroll.

Take it out of the sleeves.

Zhao Lang looked it up and down.

After a while, he found out.

This thing seems to be quite related to the Nahongmeng Dharma Bead?

During this period of time, he would still inject spiritual power into the Grandmist Dharma Bead every day, but this thing was like a bottomless well, as if no matter how much it could be filled, it couldn't be filled.

Zhao Lang was puzzled at first, how much energy is contained in this primordial dharma bead?
Why has it not changed at all after so many years of watering with my current strength?

Could it be that it transcended the prehistoric, the chaotic, and the primordial?

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Lang put them into his sleeve.

But right now.

Outside the Chaos Palace, a person stumbled into it.

A disciple of Zhoushan Sect wanted to stop him, but was pushed away by him.

As if there was something important and urgent.

The strength of Zhou Shanzong's disciples is mostly around Jinxian, and they have nothing to do in the face of this great power.

It can only be allowed to break into the main hall.

(End of this chapter)