Honghuang: I, the Emperor Donghua, establish the immortal celestial court

Chapter 206: Give others mercy and forgive them

"This……"

Hearing this, Tongtian glanced at Yuanshi and Laozi.

The concerns in his mind were actually very simple. No matter how you looked at the current situation, he was destined to be the side that suffered the greatest losses in this Conferred God Tribulation.

If it is allocated in advance, it would be easy.

But if the decision is made like it is now, with everyone relying on their own abilities, then the situation will only be worse for him.

After all, he is not afraid of Laozi and Yuanshi.

But he has so many people under his command, it is impossible for him to protect them all.

"That's all."

In the end, Tongtian smiled bitterly, waved his hand and said so.

"You know what the concerns are in your mind."

Seeing this, Dong Wanggong said no more.

The next second, he took out the List of Gods and the Divine Whip and placed them on Tongtian's palm.

"This is the List of Gods and the Divine Whip. I will give them to you today."

Dong Wanggong said.

"what?"

Everyone was stunned.

Tongtian, in particular, was holding the List of Gods and the Divine Whip in his hands, but he was very nervous inside, as he had no idea what kind of medicine was in the gourd of the King of the East.

"Ah."

Duke Dong chuckled.

"I will leave this List of Gods and the Divine Whip with you temporarily."

"When the one who is destined to be a god is born, they will be in charge."

"At that time, it was Daoist Fellow Tongtian who sent it out."

"As for the Conferred God War, you can use the current dynasty changes of the human race to carry out the wars one by one."

Dong Wanggong continued.

"Dynasty change?"

When everyone heard this, they had a lot of doubts in their minds.

“You will understand then.”

Duke Dong smiled again and looked towards the human race.

At this moment, among the human race, under the promotion of his invisible hands, dynasties have already changed for several generations.

Nowadays, King Zhou is in power and his cruelty is beginning to show. I believe it won't be long before this happens.

The battle to confer the gods can also begin smoothly.

"Row."

The saints nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After each of them had their own plans, they left the heaven one by one, waiting for the beginning of the Conferred God Ceremony.

The camera turns to Qiao Feng.

Now, with an indomitable momentum, he is ready to break into various major sects and snatch their martial arts secrets.

And his first stop was Shaolin.

He was seen wearing a black robe and a conical hat. After climbing over mountains and crossing rivers, he finally arrived at the top of the Shaolin Temple.

And in front of him, a familiar building appeared in front of Qiao Feng.

"Shaolin..."

Qiao Feng had a complicated expression on his face and slowly slowed down his pace.

Not long ago, his master in Shaolin was killed, and he was even falsely accused of doing it.

No one would have expected that he would make such a strong comeback before the limelight has even passed.

Soon, with drunken steps, Qiao Feng arrived at the gate of Shaolin.

Two strong Shaolin monks were guarding the Shaolin gate.

"Excuse me, benefactor, what brings you to Shaolin?"

Seeing Qiao Feng coming, he immediately bowed and asked.

"excuse me."

Qiao Feng suddenly raised his head, and his bamboo hat slipped down, revealing his face!
"Qiao Feng!"

In just a moment, the two guarding monks recognized Qiao Feng's name and quickly assumed a defensive posture!
"You treacherous thief, you actually dared to come back, do you really think that Shaolin is easy to bully?!" The two monks shouted, holding wooden sticks, and swept them!
"I really didn't kill Master Xuan Ku!"

Qiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he still wanted to explain.

However, how could the two monks listen to him?

The facts are right in front of them, and they only believe what they see.

"Stop talking, you ungrateful thief! Die!"

As he spoke, the wooden stick had already fallen on Qiao Feng's head!
"Humph!"

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, knowing that there was no point in explaining further.

The next second, his whole body shook and the wooden stick fell on his head.

A clear and loud sound sounded.

However, when the two monks looked over, Qiao Feng was unharmed.

On the other hand, the wooden sticks in their hands had already broken on the spot.

There was even a powerful force coming back at them, causing the base of their palms to crack!

"So strong!"

Seeing this, the two monks looked at each other.

"Sure enough, he is so powerful, no wonder he was able to successfully attack Master Cheng Xuanku.

"Go call someone first, I'll stop him here."

After a brief silence, a monk spoke very quickly.

"Um!"

The other gatekeeper nodded quickly, turned around and ran into the Shaolin Temple.

The monk who was left behind to guard the gate had a fierce look in his eyes and immediately threw away the broken wooden stick in his hand.

With a loud shout, he rushed towards Qiao Feng!
"Take my dragon claw!"

As the monk spoke, he stretched out his hand, like an eagle's claw, and grabbed Qiao Feng's chest!
"roll!"

Qiao Feng was in a very bad mood right now and didn't want to bother with him any more.

After a roar, his hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the monk's wrist, and smashed it to the ground.

"Uh"

Following a wailing sound, the monk lay on the ground and fainted on the spot.

After doing all this, Qiao Feng did not stop for a moment and stepped into Shaolin.

I saw yellow leaves dancing in the air, and there was only one person standing in the middle, holding a broom, slowly sweeping the dead leaves.

He was dressed in rags, was thin, and his temples were pale.

As for his identity, Qiao Feng, who had stayed in Shaolin for a long time, naturally knew it.

It's the sweeping monk!
However, at this time, as his cultivation became stronger, the feeling that the Sweeping Monk gave him was completely different!
No matter how you looked at it before, the Sweeping Monk was just an ordinary errand boy.

But now, at a glance, there was a powerful force flashing in the dark, which shocked Qiao Feng!
"Forgive others when you can. Please leave."

In the inexplicable silence, the Sweeping Monk suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked up at Qiao Feng, and spoke.

"I"

Qiao Feng felt like there was something stuck in his throat. Feeling the Sweeping Monk's power, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fortunately, at this moment, an invisible immortal energy flowed through his heart, making him feel comfortable all over.

Soon, he looked directly into the Sweeping Monk's eyes and spoke.

"Senior, today, I must achieve my goal, otherwise I can't leave."

"But you can rest assured that I will never let anyone die, and I hope you can believe me, Master Xuanku, it really wasn't me who killed him. Time will prove everything."

"If you still don't want to believe me, you can just do it to me."

"Of course, I won't just sit there and do nothing."

Qiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot and he gritted his teeth.

"Ugh"

"Let the wind take you."

The Sweeping Monk sighed and muttered something for a while, but in the end he did not choose to take action. Instead, he picked up the broom and began to sweep the dead leaves on the ground.

At the same time, a large number of people swarmed out of the main gate of Shaolin Temple.

The old man in the lead had white hair on his temples, but he had a strong build and strong shoulders, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

It is the current Shaolin abbot, Xuanci!
(End of this chapter)