The seven great saints are besieging Zhang Qiong in the momentum of the Beidou. Unexpectedly, they are shocked when they hear his words. Sure enough, the group of people who slowly appeared on the battlefield were the protagonist of the Fengshen who shook the Three Realms and the disciples of the Three Generations of the Ancestral Sect.

If there are any immortals in this era that can be respected by the demon clan, then the three generations of disciples of the Ancestral Sect definitely account for half. Yang Jian splits the mountain for his mother and resists his uncle. Nezha makes a big fuss in the East China Sea, cutting his flesh to return his father to his father, cutting his bones to return his mother, and having a lot of passion. Even the Emperor Gou Chen Lei Zhenzi belongs to half of the demon clan.

It can be said that the one who can make the demon clan have some favor in the heavenly court is actually the lineage of the Anhui Sect, who once looked down on the demon clan, faced this fact. Even the demon clan saint Nuwa couldn't help but sigh, it was too strange.

You should know that Primitive Heavenly Venerable hated the demon clan since ancient times, and this habit continued to the second generation of disciples of the Aoka Sect. Later, the demon clan slaughtered the ancient human clan, which intensified the conflict between the two sides, thereby aggravating the later racial confrontation between the two cults.

But everything seemed to have changed after the founding of the gods. The immediate superiors of the two sects, namely the Primitive and Tongtian, have let go of their hatreds for many years because of their common enemy, the Western Sect, and reconciled each other. Later, Zhang Zilong went to Jinxiutian to serve his sentence... His relationship with Nuwa became more and more ambiguous. In addition, after Zhang Zilong became a saint, the relationship between the two went further. At least in terms of the upper-level relationship, the demon clan and the sect had turned into war into jade.

And there is another point, although the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism now leads to the fact that the Three Pure Ones are still in harmony. Once the Journey to the West, the Ancestral Sect will inevitably lead to the joining forces between Lao Tzu and Tongtian because of a two saint. This is a matter of Taoism. No matter how good the relationship between the Three Pure Ones is, Lao Tzu does not want his sect to become a vassal of the Ancestral Sect.

In this way, if the Ancestral Sect wants to continue to flourish, in addition to Zhang Zilong and Yuan Shi, another saint must be needed to join. In this way, there will be three saints on their side, while there are only two on one side and the Buddhist side. Under the three-legged tripod, the Ancestral Sect still has the advantage.

Well, as for the demon clans below, even if they cannot get into such a high-level alliance, what is the mind of the saint? That is the way of heaven. The saint is the executor of the way of heaven. Every word and action will represent the law. The Academic Sect forms an alliance with the demon clan, and even if the lower level personnel do not know, they will inexplicably feel that they like each other.

This is the magic of luck.

Yang Jian and his party had seven people. In addition to Yang Jian and Nezha who came from Guanjiangkou, there were also Gou Chen Emperor Lei Zhenzi, Bingling Duke Huang Tianhua, Tu Xingsun, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, and almost all the elite disciples of the three generations of the Ancestral Sect came. This can also be said to be a message from Haotian and Zhang Qiong to the Ancestral Sect. No matter how large or powerful the Ancestral Sect, these people with gods still have to obey their orders.

Of course, the second generation disciples of the Ancestral Sect... Haotian dared not instruct them easily, for no other reason. The second generation of the Ancestral Sect has a terrifying strength. Guangchengzi, Yuding Zhenren, Taiyi Zhenren, Yun Zhongzi, these four people have steadily entered the quasi-saint realm in recent years. Even if the others have not yet broken through, they are not far apart. With such a strength, Haotian dared not act rashly even if he has the Gods List in his hand.

But is this really the case?

"Sorry, we only listen to the saint's orders. As for Haotian? Well, who is he?" Yang Jian and others walked to Zhang Qiong and looked at him with a smile, as if they were looking at a stupid x.

Zhang Qiong was stunned for a moment. How could it be possible? How dare they speak like this?

He had already learned from Haotian about the list of gods and the people among the gods. Although they were all fleshly gods, they were different from those who relied on the list of gods to live, but the list of gods is a treasure of heaven and earth, and there are countless magical things, one of which is - dominating the gods - the gods - dominating the gods.

What is dominating the gods? Simply put, Haotian can control the immortals and gods of the heavens by relying on the list of gods in his hand. This also reveals a piece of news that the list of gods can not only control the people who enthrone the soul, but also control the people who enthrone the flesh, of course, it is not that powerful. The person who enthrone the soul cannot violate the will of the master of the list of gods, and cannot even practice. What kind of cultivation is before death, and it will be at this level in countless years.

There is only one restriction for those who are in charge of the gods, that is, Haotian is seriously injured and can seal them forever

Just like Hongjun Daozu was permanently sealed by the Dao, Haotian could also permanently seal the gods, but the Dao sealed Hongjun, allowing almost all the power of the Dao to suppress Hongjun. Haotian sealed the gods was a permanent and incurable wound. Originally, he was at the sub-saint level, at most, at the Golden Immortal level.

Why, why do these people in front of me dare to ignore me and despise my father? Zhang Qiong stared at them with his eyes tightly, and gasped violently in his chest: "You...you"

Seeing this, the seven sages of the Bull Demon King didn't know that the new group of people were in a bad direction with Zhang Qiong? The big rock fell to the ground and the attack was full of firepower.

Zhang Qiong relied on the terrifying defense of the Chaos Bell to barely block the beatings of the crowd. The second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect who were pushing to the distance looked like watching the show, which made him feel depressed and want to vomit blood: "You traitors, the father, will not bypass you." Although Haotian would pay a heavy price to seal the gods, just sealing part of the money will not end up being too miserable. At most, he would be demoted to a quasi-saint...

Yang Jian had long disliked this cousin, and sneered at him: "Let's talk about it when my cute uncle can still control the Gods List..."

Zhang Qiong was stupid, what does this mean?

At this moment, Haotian's face turned pale and his burly body was trembling. However, in order to maintain his prestige in the three realms, he had to restrain himself, and the mouth of blood in his throat was still spitting out. He was furious: What about the list of Gods? How could he escape from my control? Who was it? Who was it? Who was it?

It turned out that Haotian, who had been observing the battle situation in the lower realm, saw that the three generations of disciples of the Ancestral Sect directly despise the authority of the Heavenly Court. In a rage, he wanted to use the Gods List to suppress them all. Although he was going to be demoted from the Sub-Saint to the Quasi-Saint, so what? He is still the Emperor of Heaven. As long as the Gods List is in hand, countless people will work hard for him.

But now everything is over, the Investiture of Gods turned into a golden light and disappeared.

Haotian felt cold in his heart, but he pretended to be calm and looked at His Highness's immortals. Among them, there were many people who were controlled by his Gods. Now he must be calm and not let them see anything.

Zhang Qiong resisted the attack of the Seven Great Sages, but he refused to retreat. He seemed to be waiting for Yang Jian and others to be coerced, and then had to help him. Unexpectedly, when he was exhausted, his father did not take action, which made him feel very distressed.

Monkeys like to play poker the most, and they caught Zhang Qiong's negligence. The Dinghai Dinghai needle suddenly grew longer and stabbed Zhang Qiong with a "bang".

Zhang Qiong's face was shocked, and he opened his mouth and screamed: "Ah"

Niu Mowang and others looked at me, and my monkey stabbed Zhang Qiong underneath... Looking at the red blood slowly flowing out of the silver armor of Changqiong, the seven great saints, the three generations of Xuanmen disciples, and even the generals who fought with other demon kings, were all stunned...

Zhang Qiong felt a torn and broken pain, which directly filled his sea of ​​consciousness. His eyes were as big as a copper bell, with bloodshot inside. His originally handsome face instantly turned into a hideous and terrifying appearance.

"Father"

The severe pain almost fainted. Fortunately, his cultivation was high enough, and he controlled the Chaos Bell to rush out of the encirclement of the Seven Great Saints and fled to the Heavenly Court, while escaping, howling shrillly.

"Qiong'er" In the Lingxiao Palace, the scene in Haotian's mirror also made Haotian completely collapse. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood. His expression instantly became listless and collapsed softly on the throne. His face, who was about forty years old, instantly aged a lot, and strands of white hair hung down from his head.

'abjection'

Such a word arose in the hearts of the immortals and gods in Lingxiao Palace, this supreme three realms is now in a desolate way.

On the other hand, Yang Jian and others didn't expect the monkey to be so cruel. They accidentally gave Zhang Qiong this time. Judging from the wound, um, unless Zhang Qiong gave up this body of Haotian bloodline and reincarnated, he would be a eunuch for the rest of his life...

As the first "man" to be disarmed, Nezha felt very happy at this moment. Although the situation was not very different, she almost cheered when she saw someone worse than her, especially this man still hated her.

"Seventh brother...you are cruel." The Bull Demon King twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the Chaos Bell that was gone. It was not that he didn't want to chase him, but that Zhang Qiong, who held the Chaos Bell, was determined to escape, and they couldn't stop him.

The monkey scratched his head shyly: "I...I didn't mean it, I just poked it casually." Sweat, everyone looked at the monkey's height, and then thought about Zhang Qiong's figure of about 1.9 meters, and sighed speechlessly. The monkey's height was indeed not intentionally for Zhang Qiong to be expended. It's just that he was too unlucky.

On the Fangcun Mountain of Lingtai, the Bodhi Patriarch who transformed into Zhunti almost bleeded blood when he saw this scene. What are you doing with a damn monkey head? He can imagine what Zhang Qiong, who returned to the Heavenly Court, and the Haotian who doted on Zhang Qiong, are now reacting? I guess slaughtering the monkey a hundred times is not enough to vent his anger?

But the monkey's comfort is definitely the first major event in Buddhism. No one can touch the monkey. Although he wished he could peel off Sun Wukong and get cramps, he had to rack his brains to save the monkey. Who is the saint who has the hardship of my life?

"Complex Coral tells the young people to use their full strength to keep these millions of heavenly soldiers here, and don't let them run away." Zhang Zilong, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, was in a very comfortable mood now. nnd, the monkey is so powerful, haha, this saint has decided, monkey, you will be my friend in the future
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