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

Chapter 384 Explaining the teachings and asking the ancestors to help!

Immediately with a wave of his sleeves, he returned to the interception camp.

Shen Gongbao and the others looked at him, and couldn't help but bow deeply to show their respect!

"Your Majesty Bai Tian is amazing! Just standing somewhere, scared that Jiang Ziya to retreat?"

"It really lives up to its reputation!"

the next few days.

In that day, Mr. Tian would go to the front of the two armies every day, without saying a word or using spiritual power, just quietly waiting for the opponent to fight.

However, the more mysterious it is, the more no one dares to come forward to deal with it.

For a while, he was caught in a dilemma. It was not right to withdraw troops, nor was it right to send people to fight.

I really don't know what to do!

Seeing this scene in mid-air, Zhao Lang felt quite amused.

This day, Mr. Bai still has some brains, and indeed no one in the teaching can break his formation.

There is only one person who wants to break his flame array, and only Zhao Lang knows where that person is now.

He was thinking in his heart, but a voice outside the Primal Chaos Palace in the wilderness attracted his spiritual thoughts.

Now, he can hear and see everything in the prehistoric world.

Although he was above the battlefield where the two armies of Xiqi were fighting at this time, he could hear the sound transmission of the disciples outside the Chaos Palace very clearly.

Vaguely, he heard his disciple say: "Yuanshi Tianzun sent someone to ask for help from you, Patriarch!"

Zhao Lang smiled slightly, how fast did he come?
Thinking of this, Zhao Lang immediately used his spiritual power.

The next moment, a phantom of divine sense appeared outside the Chaos Palace.

Upon closer inspection, the visitor turned out to be the Antarctic Immortal?

The image of Zhao Lang's divine sense came out from the Primal Chaos Hall, and looked towards the Antarctic Immortal outside the hall.

He asked indifferently: "What is the fairy doing here?"

The latter was slightly taken aback when he saw Zhao Lang.

From the latter, he saw a majestic spiritual power that he had never seen before!

It seems that this kind of powerful spiritual power no longer belongs to the known category in the prehistoric world.

Even Daozu Hongjun is not as unfathomable as Zhao Lang is today.

Nanji Xianweng shook his head, looked at Zhao Lang, and said respectfully.

"Under the order of Master Yuanshi Tianzun, I came here to ask you for help. Now, my disciples encountered Bai Li among the ten heavenly kings of Jinao Island in Xiqi. In front of the two armies, no one in my teaching dared to come forward to fight, so I want to ask you to help!"

I shot?
Zhao Lang was taken aback.

What is his identity?
Does such a trivial matter require him to take action?
This Yuanshi Tianzun really didn't know what to do.

He even sent the Antarctic Immortal here, could it be that he knew that he could not refuse to see him?
Just as he was thinking, a system prompt popped up in front of Zhao Lang's eyes.

"Ding! It is detected that Yuanshi Tianzun is asking for help from the host, and you can choose."

"One, refuse to help, so that Xiqi's army can never go out of Xiqi, you can rewrite Fengshen."

"Second, to help Yuanshi Tianzun, you can gain Yuanshi Tianzun's favor and ensure Shen Gongbao's safety."

isn't it?
This Yuanshi Tianzun is at least a sage master.

If he didn't agree to help, could he still attack Shen Gongbao?
Seeing this, Zhao Lang felt helpless.

After sighing, make a choice.

Then he looked at the Antarctic fairy in front of him.

"You tell Yuanshi Tianzun that I will send someone to make a rescue."

Hearing Zhao Lang's answer, Nanji Xianweng gave a deep salute and was about to turn around and leave.

Zhao Lang stopped him.

"Don't you want to chat with the Antarctic Fairy for a while?"

After hearing this, the Antarctic fairy smiled faintly.

"Because I have to go back to my life, I can't stay here any longer. Please forgive me, Saint Zhao."

After speaking, he was about to turn around, but he couldn't bear the doubt in his heart after all.

He turned around and asked Zhao Lang.

"Zhao Shengren, there is indeed something I want to ask you. Has your current cultivation reached a level beyond my imagination?"

It was Zhao Lang's expectation that he asked a question.

Unexpectedly, Anji Xianweng could tell at a glance that he was indeed a person who practiced Dao.

Nowadays, Zhao Lang's cultivation level can be said to be in a state that even the Taoist ancestor can't match.

Zhao Lang nodded.

"Exactly."

Hearing this, Nanji Xianweng nodded, then smiled slightly, turned around and carried the crane away.

Zhao Lang's phantom also disappeared in the Chaos Palace, he withdrew his divine sense and looked down.

This Bai Li has stopped Xiqi's army for some time. If it continues like this, no one is willing to take action before explaining education, and something will definitely happen.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang sighed helplessly.

After a while, he took a step forward.

Leaving Xiqi.

In the prehistoric world, there is no place that Zhao Lang can't go to. He only needs one thought to travel thousands of miles in an instant.

However, this time, he appeared on top of a mountain.

At the top of the mountain, there are clouds and mist.

Surrounded by Qihuayao grass, the air is fresh, and there is a feeling of fairyland.

Zhao Lang walked on the top of this mountain, his eyes swept to the back of the vast mist.

Finally, he laughed out loud and said, "Why are you hiding? Are you afraid of me?"

As soon as the voice fell, a person slowly walked out from the mist, and that person was Lu Ya.

Lu Ya looked at Zhao Lang, raised his eyebrows, and said with some disdain: "Afraid of you? How is that possible! What are you doing here? Are you going to let me bleed again?"

Zhao Lang waved his hand and gave a wry smile.

"How can you do bloodletting every day? After all, you are the son of the Golden Crow, this blood is very precious!"

Hearing this, Lu Ya smiled.

"sit down."

Immediately, he waved his hand.

A stone table and two stone benches appeared in front of the two of them.

On the top of the mountain, Zhao Lang and Lu Ya sat down face to face.

The other party transformed into a teacup and invited Zhao Lang to drink tea.

"Your tea doesn't taste too good!"

Zhao Lang took a sip of the tea in the teacup and said jokingly.

"I'm not used to it, go back to your Buzhou Mountain and drink it!"

Taoist Lu Ya glanced at him and said calmly.

The two seem to be old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

After meeting, they started teasing each other.

We chatted for a long time.

It wasn't until the tea was finished that Lu Ya looked at Zhao Lang.

"Tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

Zhao Lang smiled.

"It's nothing serious, I just want to ask you to make a move."

Lu Ya was taken aback.

"Shoot? I have been out of the prehistoric world for countless thousands of years. What if those saints know my position? What do you think?"

It is true that Lu Ya has never appeared in the prehistoric world since the last incident of the death of the saint.

Except that Zhao Lang asked him to bleed some blood once in the middle.

Almost no one knew that Lu Ya was still alive.

Even those heavenly saints.

They also don't have the energy to investigate whether there is any aura of Lu Ya in the wild.

So, for thousands of years, he lived very leisurely.

However, if they make a move or show up, this kind of leisure may not last long.

Because all the saints will definitely be surprised, why did Lu Ya not live and die after the death of the saint?

Besides, the existence of Lu Ya will still bring a kind of oppression to many saints.

After all, the latter was a former saint.

That is the demon sage who proved the way and sanctified with the help of Hongjun's majestic purple energy.

Lu Ya's strength was no less than that of Lao Dan at the time.

Therefore, he looked at Zhao Lang with disbelief.

It seemed to be doubting whether what he said was serious.

Zhao Lang smiled wryly.

"Then I can't make a move. If I make a move now, I'm afraid the mountains will collapse and the earth will crack, and the impact will be too great. That's why I'm here to invite you. Don't worry! After you make a move, I will definitely keep you safe."

Lu Ya snorted disdainfully.

"Who asked you to keep me safe? I just ask you, who are you going to shoot at? What happened."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang opened his mouth to explain.

"The Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods has already begun. Now, the two sects of Chanjue are helping the Zhou and Shang armies to fight outside the Xiqi Pass. The Ten Heavenly Monarchs of the Jiejiao have already sacrificed some of the ten battle formations. Now That Bai Li is weird and unpredictable, no one can see through his details, so if Chanjiao came to me for help, I definitely can’t do it myself! And the only person in the prehistoric world who can give that Bai Li is you. "

Now Zhao Lang's cultivation base is already too high, to the point where the earth shakes the mountains and the world turns upside down.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to lower his status and take action himself just because of a small white ceremony.

The land pressure is different.

He has lost his status as a saint, and taking action at this time will not only help ease the relationship between him and Chanjiao, but also become an opportunity for him to reappear and enter the prehistoric world.

Lu Ya waved his hand.

"I won't go! You can't think of me for such a good thing, come to me when you encounter such a thing?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang felt helpless.

But suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he immediately took out a magic weapon from his sleeve.

Seeing Zhao Lang take out this thing.

Lu Ya was also a little shocked.

"What is this?"

Zhao Lang smiled triumphantly.

"This is the holy flying knife you used when you became holy! Wasn't it crushed by me before..."

"Afterwards, I repaired it again in the refining treasure cauldron, and now the power is stronger than before, and now it has returned to its original owner!"

"Don't tempt me!"

Lu Ya stared closely at the magic weapon in Zhao Lang's hand.

"What's this called? There's no harm if you help me out. Besides, in the midst of the prehistoric times, I'm strong enough to protect you!"

Zhao Lang smiled.

Lu Ya thought about it.

Finally, he nodded.

"Okay! If that's the case, then I'll help you once, but I've said it before, I don't want to be the one who got robbed."

Zhao Lang nodded.

"Okay, okay, as long as you are willing to make a move, you can do anything!"

Having said that, the two stood up.

Under Zhao Lang's spiritual power, they came in the midair of the Xiqi battlefield in the next second.

Lu Ya looked at Zhao Lang in surprise.

"What kind of supernatural power are you, how can you move so fast in an instant?"

Zhao Lang smiled mysteriously and looked at Lu Ya.

"I don't know how to explain it, but you just need to know that no one in the prehistoric world is my opponent!"

It might sound arrogant to say that, but it is what it is.

Even Hongjun and him are not in the same realm anymore.

No matter how strong Hongjun is, it is nothing more than becoming the main body of the Dao of Heaven after joining the Dao, that is, one of the great saints who possess the laws of the immortal way among the Ten Laws of Hongmeng.

But Zhao Lang became a Daoist saint tens of thousands of years ago.

Not to mention that he has absorbed hundreds of Dao, and he has the powerful law of yin and yang, one of the ten laws of Hongmeng.

Now, with the help of a cloud of Qi in the Hongmeng Lingzhu, he has successfully ascended.

Become an ancient god!
Among the people I know now, except for himself, there is no one who can be related to the word ancient god.

It can be seen from this that his realm has surpassed all people in the wild.

"Just you? If I hadn't been serious back then, you wouldn't have survived two rounds under my Flying Holy Saber!"

Lu Ya seemed a little disbelieving, he said.

Zhao Lang nodded.

"Yes, yes! Hurry up and deal with that Bai Li!"

After the words fell, the two of them looked down at the Xiqi battlefield.

At this time, the war has reached a very anxious level.

Since the Sage Sect was unwilling to take action, it was naturally the turn of the mortals to confront between the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

There are thousands of troops, swords, guns and halberds, and swords and swords.

Hot blood was sprinkled on the yellow sand.

(End of this chapter)