Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 268 The Plan of the Demon God of Disaster

"Yes."

Minghe's eyes became sharp again, and he summoned the Red Lotus of Karma Fire and began to absorb the blood, resentment and other dark energies in the sea of ​​blood.

"I originally wanted to rescue Taoist Mosquito first and let him break through the Demon Abyss so that we can pour these dark energies into the Demon Abyss."

"The Demon Abyss contains the innate demons created by Luo Hou. Each of them has unique talents. The demonic energy is formed by the gathering of all kinds of dark energy in the world."

"We pour these dark energies into the Demon Abyss to help the Xiantian Demon Clan, so that they can rush out of the Demon Abyss and bring disaster to Lingshan. We still want to complete the Journey to the West and promote Buddhism and Taoism. It's just a dream."

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"Why go through so much trouble? We can just break the seal of the Demon Abyss directly." said the Nine-headed Insect.

"Stupid, Lord Disaster did this because he naturally didn't want to be exposed. He wanted to draw everyone's attention to Lingshan so that he could make other plans." Kunpeng scolded.

The five ancient insects each have their own abilities. For example, the Taoist Mosquito's mouth can absorb food from the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Golden Lotus of Merit. Another example is the Nine-tailed Scorpion's tail needle, which even a saint cannot bear.

They are powerful, but their brains are not very good. They are a bunch of reckless men.

"Yes, I will create another Luohou. Hongjun can be in harmony with the way of heaven, and Luohou can also be in harmony with the way of magic, creating a real Demon Ancestor Luohou."

"But to merge the Demonic Path, the Demonic Path must be incomplete so that Luohou can merge it. Although the Demonic Path has been awakened by Luohou, because there is no demon in the prehistoric world, the Demonic Path has disappeared. I cannot find the origin of the Demonic Path."

"So, I want to use the Demon Abyss to attract the attention of the saints of the prehistoric world, and by the way, draw out the origin of the devil and kill it."

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Kunpeng and the other four were shocked. They did not expect that the plan of the God of Disaster was so big. These big shots could throw earth-shattering bombs as soon as they made a move. It was really terrifying.

"But I don't know where the Demon Ancestor is?" Kunpeng frowned. All these arrangements were useless if Luohou didn't show up.

"Don't worry about that. I sensed a trace of Luohou's aura in the Flowing Sand River before. He is not dead yet. He will appear when the time comes."

"We have to prepare for both situations. Nine-headed insect, nine-tailed earth scorpion, the two of you go and look for the other two fragments of the Sword of Disaster, the Plague Tree and the Falling Treasure Money. With the real Sword of Disaster in hand, we have nothing to fear from Hongjun. Even if we fail, we can retreat calmly."

The Demon God of Disaster said confidently.

"The Plague Tree is easy to deal with, but the Falling Treasure Money is in Ling Xiao's hands. Not to mention that we can't defeat him, but Ling Xiao is not in the prehistoric world now."

The Nine-tailed Scorpion frowned. They had already sneaked back to the prehistoric world and naturally knew all the news.

"No, Luohou's soul must be in Lingxiao's hands. Since I have sensed Luohou's aura, Lingxiao must have returned to the prehistoric world but has not yet shown up. What is he planning?"

"You just need to find Ling Xiao and come back to tell me. I will go and meet him in person."

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"Yes."

The Nine-headed Insect and the Nine-tailed Scorpion breathed a sigh of relief. Just don't let them fight with Ling Xiao, as they really can't beat him.

Now they have all cultivated to the ninth level of sainthood. God knows what realm Ling Xiao has reached, but he must be stronger than them.

They have the God of Disaster preaching, and Ling Xiao controls Luohou's spirit, so he will probably let Luohou preach as well.

"Those innate demons are quite capable. They actually tore open the seal set by Hongjun. We don't need Taoist Mosquito anymore. We can collect the dark energy from the sea of ​​blood and pour it into the Demon Abyss through the cracks in the seal."

"However, Maitreya guarding the Demon Abyss is a problem. Kunpeng, think of a way to lure Maitreya away."

Disaster arranged. "This is simple. I overheard the conversation between Xuandu, Jade Emperor and others. Ksitigarbha has already reached the level of a sub-sage in the underworld. Now in Lingshan, the three religions and the Western religion are fighting for power. In an era when no saints appear, the sub-sage is the strongest."

"The Western religion is suppressed by the Three Religions. The reason is that the Western religion only has one sub-saint, Maitreya, who cannot defeat the Three Religions. If Maitreya knew that Ksitigarbha had become a sub-saint, how could he sit still?"

Kunpeng said.

"Okay, I was right about you."

The God of Disaster nodded in appreciation. Among these five people, Kunpeng was the most intelligent.

"Many-eyed centipede, you go and keep an eye on the progress of the journey to the west. Remember not to expose yourself. Luohou is a person who doesn't like to be lonely, and he will definitely make some arrangements." Disaster continued to make arrangements.

After the arrangements were made, everyone dispersed and went about their own business, leaving only the Styx as a porter in the sea of ​​blood, while Disaster sat cross-legged by the sea of ​​blood waiting for news.

On the other side, the four people who traveled to the West came to a village in the wind and snow. Sun Wukong and his two brothers didn't care, but Tang Monk, a mortal body, couldn't bear it.

Zhu Bajie had come here before to beg for alms. He found the village chief and asked him to help arrange a place for him to stay. Of course, he was allowed to stay, but it was not free.

The village chief was also a wonderful man. He was not afraid of Zhu Bajie and the other two. Thinking that the snow was a bit heavy this year, he was worried that the melting snow would cause floods in the spring, so he asked Sun Wukong and the other two to work as laborers and dig ditches with the villagers.

Then, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing got up early and went to work with the villagers every day, delaying time with a legitimate reason, and bragging and chatting with the villagers all day long.

Especially Zhu Bajie, who was lazy and slack as a mortal servant and boasted about his glorious past to the villagers.

Tang Seng went even further. He hid in the house to do needlework and sew clothes for Sun Wukong and the others.

In heaven, Guanyin and others were all frowning, but they didn't dare to urge him. The wind and snow were really strong, and Tang Seng was so delicate and tender that he really couldn't bear it.

However, she couldn't just sit there and do nothing, so one day, Guanyin asked the black jade Qilin to replace the little white dragon.

The black jade Qilin ran to the village and turned into a white dragon horse, then ran to the side of the white dragon horse.

At first, Xiao Bailong thought it was a car belonging to someone else in the village, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. This thing was exactly the same as his, even the aura was the same.

"Who are you?" Xiaobailong couldn't help but ask.

"I am the White Dragon Horse, Ao Lie, the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea. Why are you pretending to be me?" The black jade Qilin cried "stop thief".

"You are Ao Lie, then who am I?" The little white dragon was confused.

"How should I know? How dare you, a fake, impersonate me?" The black jade Qilin took the initiative and ran to Tang Seng to complain.

"Master, don't believe him, he is a fake, he is pretending to be me." Little White Dragon chased after him.

Looking at the two identical white dragon horses, Tang Seng was stunned.

The two white dragon horses exchanged wild words, and then transformed into human forms, which were exactly the same.

The real little white dragon couldn't bear it anymore and took action.

The fake Little White Dragon refused to be outdone, and the two dragons fought each other, but their moves were identical, and their talents and abilities were exactly the same.

The noise attracted the three Sun Wukong brothers.

"Why are there two little white dragons, exactly the same?" Sha Wujing scratched his head in confusion.

"One of them must be a fake." Zhu Bajie knew it clearly in his mind. It must be that Lingshan and Heaven were not happy with the little white dragon taking advantage of their merits and had previously given the merits to the human race's court, so they did this to drive the real little white dragon away.

(End of this chapter)