I start by accepting Sun Wukong as my disciple and reshape the Journey to the West

Chapter 66 You said to overthrow Lingshan, I am excited

"Die or surrender!" Ye Xuantian stared at the Qiushou Immortal coldly, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

The Qiu Shou Immortal knelt down and said, "I came to Huaguo Mountain at the behest of Manjushri Bodhisattva to gain a trace of merit. Since entering Huaguo Mountain, I have sensed the aura of the saint. I have never done anything that violates the rules. I hope the saint will understand."

"I wish to serve the Saint as my master, but my little demon's spirit has already been given to Manjusri Bodhisattva, so I cannot be the Saint's slave!"

The Qiushou Immortal was still a bit eloquent after all, and was willing to submit to him, but he only had a wisp of spiritual consciousness, which he gave to Manjushri Bodhisattva, so this matter had to be resolved by Ye Xuantian.

"Saint, what do you think?" Ye Xuantian spoke again.

After these words were spoken, the others looked at Ye Xuantian with puzzled expressions.

The only person who can be called a saint here is Ye Xuantian, so who is this saint?
"It's my fault that I didn't do my job as a leader. It's not their fault. I beg you, Daoist Xuantian, to help save my disciples from this sea of ​​suffering!"

The shadow of Tongtian Patriarch appeared behind Ye Xuantian. At this time, Tongtian Patriarch was only a soul, but his voice was filled with the same compassion that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

It is the compassion that teaches everyone without distinction and that all beings are living beings.

Master! The moment Qiu Shouxian saw the phantom, two lines of clear tears fell down, and he fell to the ground in a daze.

"Master!"

There was another heart-wrenching roar, and the Qiu Shou Immortal prostrated himself on the ground, his voice filled with sorrow.

"Under the great kalpa, all living beings are suffering. It is because of Master's incompetence that you have fallen into this situation!" Tongtian Sect Master sighed.

"Master, it is my incompetence that has caused the Jiejiao to bear such a terrible reputation! Now that I have seen Master's photo, I have no regrets. Today, I will leave!"

The Qiu Shou Immortal slapped his own forehead with such decisiveness and speed that it didn't seem fake.

"Fellow Daoist Xuantian!" Tongtian Sect Master shouted hurriedly. Now, taking advantage of the fact that human nature became a little stronger, he barely managed to break free a trace of spiritual consciousness and landed it on the jade slip given to him by Ye Xuantian, but other than that, he could do nothing.

But Ye Xuantian did not move, just watched quietly as the Qiushou Immortal's palm fell.

Dongfang Shuo, who was standing behind Ye Xuantian, was also confused. His master had never been a cold-blooded person, especially since Tongtian Sect Master had spoken, there was no reason for Ye Xuantian not to take action, but he was tactful enough not to speak.

After all, the situation here is not something he can interfere with.

The Qiushou Immortal's palm stopped steadily an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

"Master..." Qiushou Immortal was somewhat embarrassed. Why didn't Ye Xuantian stop him?

"You spine-broken wimp, aren't you looking for death? Let me help you!"

boom!
Ye Xuantian casually swung his hand, and the Qiushou Immortal hit the stone pillar heavily, with his chest collapsing.

one strike!
It was just one strike, and the Qiushou Immortal felt as if he was about to die.

Whoosh!
The sound of breaking wind was heard again. It turned out that Ye Xuantian casually plucked a few feathers from the Golden-winged Roc and shot them at the Qiu-shou Immortal.

The speed was so fast that the Qiushou Immortal didn't even have time to react before the thirteen feathers had already pierced through his thirteen acupuncture points.

The Qiushou Immortal died with his eyes open. His dead fish eyes stared at Ye Xuantian in disbelief, and he never closed them.

The shadow of Tongtian Sect Master did not speak, because he had already seen the problem, and looked at Ye Xuantian with a little more gratitude in his heart.

Ye Xuantian's gaze fell on the Jiao Demon King, who quickly knelt down.

"Saint, I am here on the orders of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven to share in your good fortune."

Ye Xuantian certainly knew that Sun Wukong had made a promise of cause and effect to Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea that day.

"Hand over your divine consciousness and get out!" Seeing that Ye Xuantian didn't speak, Dongfang Shuo hurried forward and said. If it were the Four Seas Dragon King, Ye Xuantian might be able to deal with it, but a small dragon in the early stage of Taiyi Jinxian could be dealt with by him.

"Thank you, Saint!" The Dragon Demon King quickly handed over his divine consciousness, watched Dongfang Shuo hand it to Ye Xuantian, and saw Ye Xuantian accept it. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and crawled out.

"Since my disciple has agreed, there's no reason for me, as his master, not to help him. At Bi Bo Lake, I'll grant you a merit for the Dragon Clan, but don't be greedy. If you're complacent with today's promise and dream of further advancement, I, your disciple, will personally take care of this karma in the future!"

The Dragon Demon King quickly responded, knelt down again and performed a great salute before leaving.

For a moment, only Bull Demon King and Golden-winged Roc were left here.

"The Bull Demon King greets the Saint!" The Bull Demon King was neither humble nor arrogant. He slowly revealed his true form, which was a big white bull, and slowly lay on the ground.

"I am willing to be the saint's mount, please take me in!" There was still not much flattery in the words of the Bull Demon King, he just explained calmly.

"My disciple is useless, but he finally became my disciple. He called himself Qitian so that the three realms could hear him. This Dapeng has always been uneasy in space. He called himself Huntian just to fish in troubled waters. Why can you be called Pingtian?" Ye Xuantian asked.

"There is injustice in the world, and the old ox has only a lot of strength, but he is willing to fight on the scales!" The Bull Demon King said loudly.

"What does the saint think?" Ye Xuantian asked again.

"It's a hot commodity, but also very honest. It's somewhat similar to the mount I had back then."

"Is the saint willing to accept him?" Ye Xuantian asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King immediately returned to his human form and said, "Please take me in, Sage Tongtian! I am willing to be your ox for the rest of my life!"

Hahahaha! Tongtian Patriarch couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this extremely cold joke.

"Fellow Daoist Xuantian wants me to take him in?" Patriarch Tongtian asked doubtfully.

"A saint's skills always need a successor. I'm actually looking forward to seeing the saint appear again riding a bull. Of course, he's quite talented. With his brute force, he can cultivate the Dharma Realm."

"Then do as Fellow Daoist Xuantian says. Bull Demon King, hand over your divine consciousness to Saint Xuantian. Go find me at Tongtian River. I will teach you skills. Then, follow me to grab some merit from the Western Heaven, and compete with my senior brother to see whose disciple is more capable."

"Yes!" Bull Demon King was overjoyed. This was the Sage Tongtian. He could actually become the Sage Tongtian's disciple.

"Thank you, Saint Xuantian, thank you, Saint Xuantian!" The Bull Demon King happily handed over his divine consciousness and then left Xuantian Gate.

For a moment, the only one of the six saints still breathing was the Golden-winged Roc.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng also reacted: "Saint, I once made a great vow, willing to enter the great calamity. Only a saint can kill me. Please be magnanimous and let me go!"

The golden-winged Roc had a flattering look on his face.

Ye Xuantian said coldly: "If I give you a chance to let the Buddhas of Lingshan leave for the Western Paradise, how many Bodhisattvas and Arhats can you kill?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the Golden-Winged Dapeng lit up.

call!
The Qiushou Immortal was like a drowning man who finally found a chance to breathe, gasping for breath.

Am I not dead?
I'm not dead?
This was the only thought in Qiushou Immortal's mind.

At this moment, the voice of the Golden-winged Roc rang in his ears, frightening him so much that he almost lost his soul.

"Since the saint wants to overthrow Lingshan, why kill Bodhisattvas and Arhats? Wouldn't it be better to kill the old Tathagata?"

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