Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

Chapter 166 Finally Let Me Calculate You (Please Subscribe)
In the end, Patriarch Styx still didn't dare to try to fight against the punishment of heaven.

It's just that even though he handed over three top-grade innate spirit treasures, the huge emotionless eye pupil above the Nine Heavens didn't disappear immediately.

Patriarch Styx also understood what was going on.

According to the terms of the contract, Xuan Chengzi had to collect it before he could truly perform the contract.

At this time, Xuan Chengzi was not in a hurry to collect the twelfth-grade industry fire red lotus and the northern Xuanyuan control water flag, but first reached out to receive the money from Luobao.

The moment he touched the treasure drop, he immediately felt a surge of merit and aura pouring into his body.

This is the merit and good luck paid by the ancestor Minghe for collecting the Chaos Clock, [-]% of which was intercepted by Luobao money, and now it falls into the hands of Xuan Chengzi.

Although it was only [-]%, it was much more than Xuan Chengzi earned from saving those dead souls before.

This alone is enough to explain how much merit and luck it takes to collect the Chaos Clock.

Xuan Chengzi calculated carefully, and found that if he wanted to collect the Chaos Clock at this moment, he would almost consume all the merits and luck he had earned over the years!
After confirming this, he also felt relieved.

Just enough is enough!
As long as Patriarch Styx dared to use the Chaos Clock against him, just accept him!
Isn't it just merit and luck, just earn it after spending it all!

Besides, when the human race proves to be the protagonist of heaven and earth, he, who has become a minority shareholder early on, will surely rise, and his luck will skyrocket.

and so……

Sensing Xuan Chengzi's eyes looking at him, Patriarch Minghe didn't know what he was planning, and said angrily: "You junior, don't push yourself! Do you want my two spirit treasures or not? Don't dawdle any longer, procrastinate!"

Xuan Chengzi withdrew his gaze and looked at the twelfth-grade industry fire red lotus and the northern Xuanyuan control water flag in front of him, "These two spirit treasures are your good and evil corpses, right? I'm afraid they will turn around just after I get them." Are you going to take my life?"

Taoist Honglian just reminded him.

Patriarch Minghe said coldly: "You think too much, Taoist Honglian is indeed a good corpse of this seat, but my evil thoughts are pinned on Yuantu."

As he spoke, Yuan Tu turned into a young Taoist in a blood-colored Taoist robe beside him, with a blank expression on his face.

He bowed to Haotian and Yaochi, and said very politely: "Poverty Taoist Yuantu, I have met all fellow Taoists!"

Then, he turned to Xuan Chengzi and said, "Nephew Xuan Chengzi, don't come here without any harm!"

"Humph!"

Xuan Chengzi ignored him, because the other party once turned into Styx to deceive him into making an oath.

If he hadn't kept a hand, he would have lost his wife and lost his army, and it was like helping count money.

He also had no doubts about the words of Patriarch Styx.

Generally speaking, evil thoughts are usually entrusted to the innate spirit treasure of the main attack, and good thoughts are entrusted to the innate spirit treasure of the main defense.

Obviously, Patriarch Styx did not stand alone.

"Also ask my uncle to separate your kind thoughts from the fire red lotus of the twelve grades of karma, otherwise this precious little nephew will not dare to accept it."

"You don't need to remind me!"

Ancestor Minghe said in a bad mood: "This seat has withdrawn its kindness, if you don't believe me, you can let the two of them inspect it."

Xuan Chengzi suspiciously asked Haotian and Yao Chi to inspect it, and sure enough, as the ancestor of Minghe said, the current twelfth-grade industry fire red lotus and the northern Xuanyuan control water flag are just top-grade innate spirit treasures that have not recognized their owners , was not entrusted with good or evil thoughts by the ancestor Styx.

"It seems that Uncle Master was really anxious to return to the Nether Blood Sea, and he didn't do any more tricks."

Xuan Chengzi breathed a sigh of relief, put away the twelfth-grade industry fire red lotus, and then reached out to take the Northern Xuanyuan Control Water Flag.

At this time, the huge eye pupil without any emotional color on the Nine Heavens also faded and disappeared.

The deal between Xuan Chengzi and Patriarch Styx was successfully completed!
Just then, a mutation arose.

The fire red lotus of the twelve ranks suddenly manifested in front of Xuan Chengzi, turned into a Taoist red lotus again, snatched the northern Xuanyuan control water flag from his hand, and at the same time slapped Xuan Chengzi with his palm.

"Ok?"

Xuan Chengzi instinctively urged the central Wuji Xinghuang flag, and a golden flower bloomed in the air, blocking Taoist Honglian's slap.

"what happened?"

Haotian and Yaochi's eyes widened.

They have clearly inspected these two spiritual treasures, especially the twelfth-grade karmic red lotus, and there is absolutely no possibility that there is any good or evil thought of Patriarch Styx in them.

"Aren't you the good corpse of Styx?"

Xuan Chengzi was surprised when he watched Taoist Honglian leave with the northern flag.

"Do you still remember my disciple Mosquito Taoist?"

Patriarch Minghe laughed loudly and said: "After I made an oath with you, in order to prevent the situation just now, I sent her remnant soul into the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus, so that she can use the red lotus to express her love for you." physical form...

Now the northern flag is back in my hands again!Xuan Chengzi, after all, I won half the battle! "

Xuan Chengzi: "..."

He never expected that the dignified Patriarch Minghe would fight wits and courage with a junior like him to such an extent.

Haotian and Yaochi on the side also looked at each other in blank dismay.

They all felt the great comfort in the words of the ancestor Ming He, as if Xuan Chengzi had been calculated in the end, which made him very happy.

At this moment, a brilliant sword light traversed the sky.

The trapping sword was finally used by Xuan Chengzi.

Seeing the radiant sword slashing towards him, even a tyrannical quasi-sage like Patriarch Minghe couldn't help but change his color at this moment.

He hastily waved the Northern Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, and clusters of congenital sunflower water emerged from the void to block the path that the brilliant sword light must pass through.

However, that ray of brilliant sword light ignored the balls of congenital sunflower water, and directly landed on Patriarch Minghe's body.

This really made him break out in a cold sweat.

But to his surprise, he found that he hadn't been hurt in any way.

Neither the physical body nor the primordial spirit showed any abnormalities...

Wait, why are the others gone, the starry sky above, the mountains below...

Nothing is gone!
Patriarch Styx frowned, and his spiritual thoughts spread out in an instant.

There is no limit!

Just like in the chaos outside the sky, no boundaries can be found.

This discovery made Patriarch Styx frown even deeper.

He hadn't moved before, and there was no situation where he strayed into a certain teleportation formation and teleported to the edge of the universe, so it could only be caused by the brilliant sword light just now.

But why can that sword form such a vast space, even he, a quasi-sage, can't see the edge?
Is it a fantasy?
This is even more impossible!

No delusion can blind the eyes of quasi-sage Almighty.

But what is this boundless void?

Patriarch Styx frowned and thought hard, if he could not still sense the existence of the prehistoric world, he would almost think that he had left the prehistoric universe.

Now the problem is coming, if he wants to leave this vast and boundless world quickly, he can escape easily as long as he sacrifices the Chaos Clock and reverses time and space, otherwise he can only explore slowly.

It may take a few cups of tea to escape, or it may take dozens of days, hundreds of days, or even tens of hundreds of years, which is not impossible.

After all, this is the sword of the saint.

(End of this chapter)