Journey to the West: The Intercepted Religion is destroyed, but your Buddhism is still prosperous?

Chapter 68 The Twelve Golden Immortals Are Just Hypocrites

"No way? No way?"

"Chanjiao can't be at this level, can he?"

Lu Yu chased after him slowly, and said mockingly.

It's not that he doesn't want to chase it, but that Chaos will be much slower when it uses the innate supernatural power of the Devouring Domain.

Now he looks like he is playing with the immortals in a leisurely manner, but in fact, he is already at his fastest speed.

"you……"

"Hugh is crazy, the young master will meet you!"

Lu Yu's provocative method worked, and Nezha suddenly turned his head and rushed towards him.

"It happened!"

Yang Jian's face changed, and he hurriedly chased after him.

When Nezha approached a certain range of Chaos, he felt stagnant and his mana began to drain.

The closer he was to Chaos, the faster his mana would drain.

By the time he regretted wanting to go back, it was too late.

Nezha suddenly felt that his body had no strength, and he couldn't even support the cloud, so he fell straight from the cloud.

Thanks to Yang Jian's timely rescue, he was caught firmly before landing.

But he wasn't having a good time, and his mana was also draining rapidly.

Yang Jian's combat IQ is much higher than that of Nezha. Now that he is on the ground, even if he loses his mana, he will not fall to his death so badly.

"No, he's coming towards us..."

Nezha's face changed drastically, and he screamed.

Whoosh!
The immortal rope fell from the sky, bound the two and rescued them from Chaos.

It turned out that Master Taiyi and Master Yuding asked for help and feared to stay with Sun Buddha.

Among the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao, Yang Jian Nezha is the only one who has become a master, so it can't be just here.

The two of them can be regarded as relatively conscientious people.

The reason for Fengshenquanjie is because the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao committed the killing.

In order to help them survive the catastrophe, Yuanshi Tianzun dragged the entire Jiejiao into the water.

Yuanshi Tianzun passed on to them three methods of coping with the catastrophe.

The first is to kill yourself to be robbed.

Who would think that their own life is long?So this first method is not used at all.

The second type is that people close to you help to cope with the disaster.

In other words, find a close person to die for.

So when the gods were conferred and the calamity was measured, the twelve golden immortals went down the mountain to recruit disciples.

Except for Yang Jian, Nezha, Wei Tuo and Lei Zhenzi, the other three generations of disciples have become master's scapegoats.

The third type is to kill others to be robbed.

Daoist Taiyi couldn't bear Nezha's death, so he directly killed Empress Shiji, who had no grievances with him, to respond to the robbery.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao sound prestigious, but they are actually greedy for life and afraid of death.

Even his own apprentice can use it, it is simply not as good as a beast.

In Lu Yu's eyes, they were all people like the hypocrite Yue Buqun whom he had seen in the novels of his previous life.

The Twelve Golden Immortals are nothing but hypocrites!

Seeing them look like masters and apprentices, fearing Liusun Fo's expression is not very good.

At the beginning, he was afraid of keeping his grandson and took Tu Xingsun as his disciple, but he hid a few tricks from him and let Tu Xingsun die tragically in his place.

On the Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor peeked into the battlefield with the help of the Haotian mirror, seeing the one-sided scene in front of him, it was like venting his anger for him.

He also secretly rejoiced that he didn't send troops hastily, otherwise it would be Tianting who is so embarrassing now.

far north.

A ten thousand zhang iceberg suddenly cracked, and a thousand zhang red one-eyed giant dragon appeared there.

"How come there is the breath of a fierce beast?"

Swish!
The figure of Randeng Ancient Buddha appeared here out of thin air.

"Meet Senior Candle Dragon!"

Although he had attended Zixiao Palace lectures with Sanqing Nuwa and others, he could only be regarded as a junior in front of Zhulong.

"Who are you? Why did you come to me, the punishing person?"

Zhulong stared straight at him with one eye and asked.

After the first robbery of the Dragon Han Dynasty, he made an oath of the heavenly way, to stay in the extreme north forever, in exchange for a sliver of life for the Dragon Clan.

"In the prehistoric world, fierce beasts and chaotic beasts are raging everywhere, I implore seniors to surrender."

The lamp-burning ancient Buddha prayed to the candle dragon.

"Hahaha."

Zhulong suddenly laughed.

There seemed to be an extremely bleak look in his laughter, if possible, he would have wanted to go back and have a look.

See what the prehistoric world looks like today, and see what the dragon clan looks like today.

If possible, he would like to look for Brother Zulong who suddenly disappeared a few days ago.

But he can't!

At the moment he made the oath of heaven, he couldn't leave here, and once he crossed the limit, there would be punishment from heaven.

Going out of this extreme northern land is a violation of the oath of heaven, and even the entire dragon clan will be implicated.

"What if a saint helps?"

"You don't want to go out and see the outside world?"

The Lantern Ancient Buddha said temptingly.

Candle Dragon's single eye slowly closed, and the whole world turned into night.

His breathing was extremely heavy, and it seemed that his heart was really moving.

"What are your conditions?"

Half a day later, Zhulong opened his eyes and asked.

The Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha shook his head and said, "As long as you can kill Chaos."

"And you dragon clan, starting today, will be sheltered by saints."

He changed the subject and said: "Actually, we are all one family. My junior brother, Master Huang Long, is a member of the Dragon Clan."

Good guy, here he thinks that Master Huang Long is his younger brother.

"No problem, deal!"

Zhulong readily agreed.

His single eye looked at the prehistoric world, and seemed to have thousands of emotions.

"Honghuang, I, Zhulong, are back!"

(End of this chapter)