Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

Chapter 270 Will my nephew be my master of the three Western religions? (ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)

In the center of the island, a frenzied tornado storm was formed by the monstrous fierce and hostile energy, which was continuously swallowed by the Zhuxian Sword's bursts.

This process has been going on for a long time, so long that the gods watching the battle lost their patience and returned to the prehistoric world on their own initiative; so long that Fairy Bixiao collapsed on the soft bed for three hundred years in boredom, and when she woke up, she found that there was no change It has been so long that Zhao Gongming took out jade stones out of boredom, polished and carved tens of thousands of mahjong sets by himself, and prepared to give a set to each of his classmates when he arrived at Kunlun Mountain...

Honghuang, isn't it just about personal sophistication?
His old Zhao has a wide range of friends in the world of immortals and gods in the East China Sea, and there are many immortal friends everywhere. Is it because of his boldness and generosity?
This certainly added a lot of impression points to him, but it was more because he, Zhao Gongming, knew how to behave!
The sophistication of the world is very transparent!
……

Finally, thousands of years have passed, and the evil spirit and original law in the God-killing Spear have been fully absorbed by the Zhuxian Formation.

As Xuan Chengzi expected, a brand new pattern appeared on the Zhuxian formation, vaguely outlined in the shape of a long spear.

But it's a pity that Xuan Chengzi only had a superficial understanding of the original Zhuxian formation, and could only look at this new formation pattern eagerly.

"Ding Dong~"

There were two crisp sounds, but it was the god-killing spear that was broken in two and fell from the air on the black altar.

At this time, it can no longer be called the God Killing Spear, but two stems that are crystal clear like jasper.

After losing its source and fierceness, it returned to its original appearance—the rhizome of the chaotic green lotus.

Xuan Chengzi didn't know if the two rhizomes with no aura were still useful, but he still put them in the treasure bag.

No matter what, it is also the rhizome of the chaotic green lotus!
I don't expect it to do anything, it's great just to keep it as a collection.

In the future, we will hold a treasure appraising conference or something, throw these two crystal clear stems on the stage, let those refining masters and Lingbao experts scratch their heads, but they can't think that this thing will be the rhizome of the chaotic green lotus... …

After collecting all the treasures, Xuan Chengzi looked at the painting boat in the distance.

In addition to Zhao Gongming brothers and sisters who were waiting on the boat, there were also some gods waiting to visit him, including Da Luo Jinxian with unfathomable Taoism.

Xuan Chengzi groaned for a moment, and activated the Chaos Clock.

"dang~"

A soft sound.

The huge island like a continent disappeared out of thin air, and was collected by him into the vast world inside the Chaos Clock.

As a result, the small thousand world built with the island as the core also shattered, and all the gods and gods fell out of the fall and returned to the sky above the sea eye of the East China Sea.

At this time, the sea eye of the East China Sea has stopped gushing, and has entered the water storage period.

"Fellow daoists, I have important matters to attend to. The green hills will not change and the green waters will flow forever, so we will meet again by fate!"

Xuan Chengzi landed on the painting boat, looked around and saluted.

Immediately, he urged the Chaos Clock to travel thousands of miles away.

All the gods with various purposes were dumbfounded.

Some of them want to get a share of the pie, some want to make friends with good sellers, and some have evil intentions...

I have been waiting here for thousands of years just to have a good contact with Xuan Chengzi, but in the end I didn't even have a chance to speak.

……

Xuan Chengzi is not lying to these gods perfunctorily, he does have important things to do.

In the past thousand years, Huanglong and Qiushouxian sent news several times, saying that they had discovered the traces of the dragon clan.

After asking, I found out that these two people actually tracked and chased all the way to the South China Sea, and only then did they get the exact news of the Dragon Clan.

Those dragons indeed migrated to the South China Sea, but then they all migrated to the West Sea!
Under the leadership of Ao Ping, they converted to Western religion and became believers in Western religion.

"It seems that Western teachers are really fast and ruthless."

Xuan Chengzi sighed sincerely.

He could feel that the Western religion had done a lot in places that he didn't know about.

In order to revitalize the West, the two saints really worked hard.

At this point, Xuan Chengzi had to feel admiration even if he stood on the opposite side of them.

Obviously they have already attained the holy title, but they have not forgotten their original intention of "revitalizing the West" countless years ago.

This is the most precious thing!
"Go back to the mountain... put aside the matter of the Dragon Clan for now."

Considering that the Dragon Clan has already believed in the Western religion, Xuan Chengzi did not go to the West Sea anymore, but went to the South China Sea to pick up Huanglong and Qiushouxian before heading to Kunlun Mountains.

The painting boat is just a spiritual treasure he made casually, and its flying speed is not fast.

However, Xuan Chengzi is not in a hurry to rush back. In addition to comprehending the Zhuxian Sword Formation as a reserved item every day, he plays mahjong with Zhao Gongming, Huang Long, and Qiu Shouxian, and then the lively Bi Xiao will challenge him weakness...

Surprisingly, Fairy Qiongxiao is still a gourmet lover, and often makes some delicious delicacies for everyone to taste.

It is rare for Xuan Chengzi to meet a fairy who is interested in food, so he shared with her many famous dishes in his previous life memory, which made the latter's eyes shine.

In the following days, Qiong Xiao would often bring out some dishes that the gods had never heard or seen before.

Each dish is exquisite and beautiful, and the taste is also superb.

Qiong Xiao can restore 100% of Xuan Chengzi's seemingly complicated and extremely complicated practices after only one listening, and the whole process is as smooth and smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

What's even more exaggerated is that most of the dishes Xuan Chengzi just heard about a name and a general appearance, but Qiong Xiao was still able to restore it to him after listening to his description.

So under the trend of appetite, Xuan Chengzi added an ordering link every day besides enlightenment, rubbing numbness, and being teased.

Alas, the days of the gods are so plain and boring.

"Boom~"

On this day, when the painting boat was piercing through the clouds and fog, there was only a sound of thunder, and it was unknown when dark clouds would gather in the originally clear sky.

Xuan Chengzi, who was rubbing hemp in the cabin, frowned slightly, sensing an unusual aura.

Immediately afterwards, a sallow and thin figure suddenly appeared in the cabin, and glanced at the mahjong table in front of everyone, with a little surprise in his eyes.

This is Xuan Chengzi who has suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle! I don't know why Master Uncle has come here all of a sudden?"

While saluting, he noticed that Huang Long, Zhao Gongming and the others were all motionless, completely unresponsive to everything around them.

Time stands still!
Xuan Chengzi's eyelids twitched, what does the Second Master of the Western Church want to do?
Although I have broken many good things for him, he shouldn't dare to do anything to him, right?

Just when his mind was changing rapidly, the Zhunti saint looked at him sincerely and said: "Would my nephew be the leader of my three Western sects?"

"Not for anything else, just for the countless sentient beings!"

(End of this chapter)