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"The Primordial Golden Bowl!" Yunxiao "007" thought, and the Primordial Golden Bowl, which had restrained most of its aura, was fixed above his head. "Fellow Daoist Randeng, how about using your Heavenly Ruler as a bet?"

"Measuring the sky!"

Randeng’s heart tightened.

The Measuring Ruler, also known as the Qiankun Ruler, was conceived and created from the merits of the creation of the world and the energy of the primordial universe. It is a top-grade spiritual treasure with innate merits that can kill people without being affected by cause and effect.

This treasure is of great power, and is a treasure related to Ran Deng's enlightenment.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Wuyunxian laughed loudly: "Deputy Master Ran Deng, you are not afraid of losing, are you? You should know that our Senior Sister Yunxiao used the Hunyuan Golden Bowl to gamble, and you are not at a disadvantage with the Heaven-Measured Ruler."

"That's right. I didn't expect that the Chan Sect came with such great momentum, but they were just wimps."

"Tsk, what a disgrace!"

The disciples who stayed on Jin'ao Island were the elites of Jiejiao and practitioners of pure cultivation.

However, after spending too long with those hot-tempered people, it was inevitable that they would be foul-mouthed. This mocking remark immediately made the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect so angry that they were fuming.

Even when I was lighting a lamp, I felt a little restless.

"Hmph, let's gamble. I may not lose!"

Ran Deng snorted coldly, "I just don't know how Fairy Yunxiao wants to gamble? Do you want to fight directly or use other methods to compete?"

"You and I are both practitioners, so of course we have to fight with martial arts." Yun Xiao said with a smile, "Each of us will use our magical powers. No matter what the method, we won't complain if we lose."

"Good." Ran Deng laughed, "Fairy Yunxiao's words are exactly what I want."

If it was compared to others, he would still be a little scared.

When it comes to fighting with magical powers, Randeng is very proud.

In this respect, he is at least among the best in the world. Although Yunxiao is strong, no one has ever compared to him, so who knows who is stronger?

With a wave of their hands, the troops from the Chan and Jie sects flew far away.

The scene was empty, with only Yunxiao and Randeng confronting each other.

Both of them displayed the aura of a quasi-saint of perfection, their aura connected heaven and earth, increasing their strength to the extreme.

The sage laws of Jin'ao Island manifested, encircling the two men and dissolving the aftermath of their fight.

"Go!"

Suddenly, the measuring ruler, which was pushed to its extreme, flew out and smashed into the sky.

Yunxiao was waiting. Seeing this, he covered the Hunyuan Golden Bowl and immediately put away the measuring ruler.

Randeng was shocked. He didn't expect that his top-grade innate merit spiritual treasure was taken away by the other party without any resistance.

This just doesn't make sense.

No matter how powerful the Hunyuan Golden Bowl is, it has not yet reached the level of innate treasures. How can it have such power?

However, he did not know that although Yunxiao's current strength was suppressed to the level of Quasi-Saint Perfection, he was still at the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, so his fighting methods were naturally not comparable to those of a Quasi-Saint.

Besides, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl contains a vast world and is Yunxiao’s treasure for attaining enlightenment. Its power is far beyond the reach of ordinary innate treasures.

It can be said that Yunxiao beating Randeng was like an adult beating a child.

But Randeng didn't know the details and didn't understand.

At this moment, Yunxiao moved and came in front of Randeng, and the Hunyuan Golden Bowl covered Randeng again.

Randeng was startled and a bright light appeared above his head. It was the innate spiritual treasure coffin lamp.

This spiritual treasure is the spiritual treasure of Ran Deng. Although its power is not as strong as the Measuring Ruler, it is extremely compatible with his own body. As soon as it appeared, he pushed it to the extreme.

The wick glowed brightly, emitting a peaceful and demon-suppressing aura.

Randeng raised his hand and struck towards the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Yunxiao shook his head and chuckled, and with a light strike of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, the bright flame of the coffin lamp was shattered and fell down without stopping.

As for Randeng's counterattack, he didn't even touch the Hunyuan Golden Bowl. He felt his eyes go dark and he was in a dark place. He couldn't see east, west, south or north. Even his soul couldn't extend a bit, and he couldn't detect anything useful. ...

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, it looks like you lost!"

Yunxiao's voice rang out.

Ran Deng was silent, and after waiting for a few breaths, he sighed and said, "I lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes lit up and he appeared on Jin'ao Island again.

Yunxiao stood opposite with a smile on her face.

"This is your spiritual treasure, I'll return it to you." Yunxiao thought for a moment, took out the coffin lamp that sealed the town, and returned it.

Randeng took it and felt heartbroken.

Previously, this spiritual treasure was shining brightly and was extremely powerful, but now its light has dimmed, and it is obvious that it was damaged in the previous fight.

As for the measuring ruler, although he wanted to deny his debt and get it back, he was simply powerless to do so.

Yunxiao is too strong.

Even if he was not on Jin'ao Island, but in some other place, and tried his best to display his magical powers, the outcome would not change at all.

In fact, it was a good thing that they came here this time in the name of exchange, so they were able to keep their lives.

If we meet in the wild and confront each other, I'm afraid that these twelve golden immortals and myself are not enough for Yunxiao to kill alone.

"Do you still want to compete, fellow Daoist Ran Deng?" Yun Xiao asked with a smile, "I think that coffin lamp is pretty good. How about I bet with you using the measuring ruler? If you win, I will return the measuring ruler to you! The way of the bet is up to you!"

When Randeng heard this, he was speechless.

How could I not know what you, Yunxiao, are planning?

If I continue to gamble, I’m afraid I won’t have even a single piece of clothing left when I leave the island.

1.0 This world is the world of cultivators and quasi-saints. If they can understand one path, they can understand all the paths.

Trying to defeat a perfect quasi-saint by gambling using other methods?

That's just a joke.

At this time, Randeng had completely calmed down.

The current situation is clearly not in his favor, so how can he continue to fight?

"Fellow Daoist Jiejiao has profound Daoist practices. I admire you. Today's discussion ends here. We can discuss again when we have a chance."

Randeng said some nice words and looked at Guangchengzi and others, "I wonder what Brother Guangchengzi thinks?"

"Since the deputy leader has spoken, we will naturally obey." Guangchengzi bowed, acting as if he was the boss and had the final say, without mentioning the fact that the Twelve Golden Immortals had no chance of winning at all.

PS: Thanks to the pig flying against the wind for urging me to update, and thanks to the big guys for their support.

Chapter 790: Randeng’s fear, power is poisonous and intoxicating (3/5, please subscribe)

"Since all the Taoist friends from the Chan Sect have enjoyed themselves, we from the Jie Sect will not stay any longer."

Yunxiao bowed, obviously ordering them to leave.

The people from the Orthodox Sect suffered a defeat and were too embarrassed to stay, so they said they would meet again later and then rode away on a cloud in disgrace amid the mockery of the people from the Demonic Sect.

"I really got rid of my anger." Yunxiao returned to Biyou Palace in a good mood.

Zhao Gongming naturally knew that his sister was doing this for him, and he laughed and shook his head.

"Don't take this matter to heart and disrupt your practice."

"Brother, you worry too much." Yunxiao shook his head. "By the way, Senior Brother Duobao sent me news that there is no Conferred God List in Heaven. It seems that the Conferred God List is either with the ancestor or with the uncle."

Zhao Gongming frowned: "This is going to be difficult."

It's impossible to snatch it from these two people.

Once the fight really starts, that will be the time for the decisive battle.

Yun Xiao nodded: "However, the Investiture of the Gods is not in the Heavenly Palace, so Senior Brother Duobao and the others will not be bound by the Investiture of the Gods. Instead, it is a good thing. As for the Investiture of the Gods, it will not be too late to grab it when there is a chance."

Zhao Gongming nodded: "Indeed. Junior sister, you can go back to Sanxian Island. I am here to take care of Jinao Island, so I think there won't be any problems."

"it is good."

Yunxiao nodded, rode on the auspicious cloud and left.

16...

The Twelve Golden Immortals and Ran Deng left Jin'ao Island in disgrace, and even when they returned to Kunlun, everyone still had a bad attitude towards Ran Deng.

All the plans that were agreed upon have come to nothing.

Guangchengzi was defeated and lost face, and Randeng even lost a top-grade innate merit magic treasure.

Even the Chan sect was embarrassed as a result.

"Brother Guangchengzi, I have a guess." Ran Deng suddenly said, "Yun Xiao's Taoism is so amazing that she is almost at the level of a quasi-saint. Could it be that she has already achieved Taoism?"

When Guangchengzi heard this, his expression changed and he looked at Randeng as if to ask, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Sanctification?

In this ancient world, who doesn’t know how difficult it is to become a saint?

The path to becoming a saint through the Three Corpses is almost a dead end.

Because since Hongjun, no one has been able to find a way through.

What virtue and ability does Yunxiao have to become a saint?

What's more, he became a saint silently?

In Guangchengzi's view, what Ran Deng said was an attempt to shirk responsibility, and it seemed that he was trying to save face.

After all, it is somewhat shameful to lose to a quasi-saint of the same level.

It is understandable that you lose to a saint.

"The deputy leader has a really brilliant idea. I am seriously injured and need to return to the mountain to recuperate. I will not chat with you any more." Guangchengzi bowed, rode on the cloud, and left without looking back.

When Chi Jingzi and the others saw this, they also hurriedly said, "Brother, please stay. We will go together."

In the blink of an eye, the Twelve Golden Immortals were gone.

Even Cihang, Manjusri, Samantabhadra and Juliusun, who were usually on good terms with Randang, did not stay.

It’s nothing, it’s just that Randeng is too bullying.

If you lose, you lose.

In the end, he said Yunxiao was a saint.

If they really believed it, then the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox School would be fools.

Isn't this an insult to the IQ of the Twelve Golden Immortals?

Although the word IQ did not exist in this era.

But that's what it means.

The four great immortals are usually close to Ran Deng, not because they have a really good relationship with Ran Deng, but because Ran Deng has a wide range of friends and many ways to help them make further progress.

Now that they see that Randeng is unreliable, how dare they keep him?

Even other thoughts emerged in my mind: As for Ran Deng, I should think more carefully in the future, otherwise I might be cheated.

It is not the fault of the four great immortals to have such thoughts. In the orthodox teaching, if one is not smart enough, it is easy to be dragged away to ward off disasters.

"Ugh!"

Seeing that everyone had left in the blink of an eye, Randeng sighed and looked miserable.

This time the plan really ended in failure.

Not only were the treasures for attaining enlightenment lost, but even the good relationships that had been established in the Chan sect were completely destroyed.

It can be said that all his countless years of hard work in preaching the teachings have now been wasted.

Randeng was so heartbroken that it was beyond words.

"Oh, right, it was because of that Taoist that I instigated the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect to go to Jin'ao Island." Ran Deng's mind lit up with inspiration and he became alert. "No, who is that Taoist? Why did I believe his words so firmly?"