Chapter 310 Which one is stronger, the Great No Saint King or the Immortal?

Author: Pig Heart and Shrimp

Chapter 310 Which one is stronger, the Great No Saint King or the Immortal?

He Yu asked: "Master Hei, who is the Holy King of Great Wusheng? He is called Saint and decorated with King."

Holy King, these two words have extraordinary meanings to monks. The titles and mixed names of monks are not random, and using names that are not worthy of the name will have an impact on the state of mind.

When monks cultivate their minds, they cannot just add a great saint to themselves like a mortal emperor. They can lie to others, but if they lie to themselves, they will have no hope of becoming a Taoist.

Another name for lying to yourself is inner demon.

The sage is the sage who understands everything. What he says is that the ears are perfect and clear, which is the pinnacle of the Tao.

King, the king of saints.

There is no Saint King, but just by hearing the name, they know that this is a very extraordinary existence.

The little black man replied: "The Great No Sage King is in troubled times. Ancient books record that three hundred days are enough to sleep. When you open your eyes, you will be in troubled times, and when you close your eyes, you will be in peace."

There is no sage king, and the world is in turmoil.

The powerful creatures of heaven and earth in the little black man's time had basically died out, and would not be born in the future. In the end, all that remained were plants that were like food, and all kinds of birds and beasts.

The creatures who were born with the ability to move mountains and reclaim seas never appeared again. However, the legends of these existences have been passed down, and many monsters are based on these creatures.

As the top monk of that era, the little black man naturally knew many secrets. He relied on the inheritance of an existence named "Yu" to achieve this step in order to break through the transformation of gods.

The technique of movement praised by people all over the world is just a poor imitation of this existence.

Hearing this, the demons took a deep breath. From these words alone, they could vaguely understand the terror of this mysterious existence.

The Taoist who was refining the corpse asked excitedly: "Doesn't that mean that the world is going to be in chaos? The first one must be Shenzhou. As long as there is enough chaos, we can continue to fish in troubled waters!"

Some people are sad and some are happy. At least they, evil cultivators wanted by China, most hope that the world will be chaotic, otherwise they can only hide in this small area. If possible, who doesn't want to be powerful and blessed in China and enjoy the opening of the world?

of endless spiritual beings.

He Yu's face turned gloomy. He was not a righteous person, but he still didn't want chaos in China.

Invisibly, he has regarded China as the Kyushu of his previous life. When he can no longer survive outside, he can go back and hide his name. As long as he has no killing karma, no one will care about where he came from or what he did before.

This is a bit like the little black man, both of them have relatively clean hands and feet.

The little black man shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten that there is someone in China?"

An ordinary Taoist priest appeared in his mind, and the demons immediately shook their bodies, and most of their original arrogance disappeared.

The person who just spoke said with a guilty conscience: "We are still waiting and watching, and be careful about sailing the ten thousand year ship. Even if it really messes up our final entry, it is not that we will not be able to seize the territory."

"What the corpse said is very reasonable."

"That's really good advice."

He Yu had no intention of fishing in troubled waters, so he continued to inquire about the Great Sage King.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hei, are you able to run against this Great Wu Sage King?"

The word "run" may be an insult to other strong men, but to the little black man, it is a compliment. As long as he can run through everyone, he is also a strong man.

The little black man raised his head slightly and said with an incomprehensible expression: "I can't say the odds of winning, but I can still run. After all, I ran many times in the Immortal Hand in this world, and it's nothing like the Holy King.

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All the demons were in awe, and they respected the boss of the family even more.

The specific strength of their Heiye is unclear, but the record is there, and he did escape from the immortals several times. For example, there was a treasure in the underworld before, and dozens or hundreds of strong men entered Shenzhou, and the fight was so devastating.

In the end, the Immortal took action and almost the whole army was wiped out. Only their boss ran back.

"Hei Ye's Taoism is unparalleled!"

"As the saying goes, the winner is king. Survival is the most important thing. No matter how powerful those people are in fighting, it doesn't matter. There's nothing we can do against him."

"It's true."

The people under my command are naturally full of rainbow farts, which may have lost the previous style, but the leader likes it. Besides, good words are better than bad words, and there is nothing wrong with flattering.

The little black man is very useful. Life is like this. If you can't be a crested person, it's not bad to be a chicken head.

At the same time, he secretly thought: The reputation of the Living Immortal is really easy to use. Just mentioning it can suppress these little guys.

Although he is an incarnation of a god, he does not have the grace to teach his subordinates, so he needs some means to convince them. The most effective way is to enhance his prestige and make his subordinates feel that they can follow him.

How to improve prestige?

He learned it from a senior not long ago, and the answer is immortal!

Don't talk about how powerful you are, just say have you ever competed with an immortal? If you are still alive after the comparison, then you are stronger. If you have more achievements, then you are the strongest among the strongest.

He, the little black man, has gone through a few tricks at the hands of the immortal!

As for others who are stronger than me, the grass on their graves is three feet tall, so what qualifications do they have to compare with me?

He continued with an inscrutable look:

"There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside people. I am just a wisp of water floating between heaven and earth. When you enter the Tao and understand the heaven and earth, you will know that the world is vast and there are so many strong people that it is not enough for the Tao."

Suddenly, he was in a trance, and a blurry shadow appeared in his sight, walking towards him step by step.

He passed by his subordinates and no one noticed.

The little black man's eyes were slightly focused. When the shadow stood in front of him, he couldn't help but take a half step back. Suddenly the blurry shadow opened its mouth, as if it was saying something.

[Come to pick me up, I have work to do, 37 points]

"I'm going to check on you guys and stay at home. If anything happens, run away immediately."

After saying that, the little black man disappeared in a flash and escaped into the void. The demons had long been accustomed to the behavior of their boss coming and going without a trace.

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The little black man poked his head out of the void and arrived at a coast thousands of miles away.

A young man was sitting on the rock, wearing a straw hat and holding a fishing rod made of thin bamboo in his hand. There was a bucket next to him. Two robins were standing on his shoulders, leaning on each other.

This person is none other than Moluo, the ancestor of the inner demon. He has recently been considering employment issues. He has contacted several officials one after another, but no one is willing to give him state-level treatment.

Even the Luzon Islands in Yandi, which does not have a state-level power, keeps shaking its head when it hears that it is not from the Immortal Era. It can provide a rich supply of spiritual creatures and spiritual stones, but it talks about it when it comes to the power of a state-level state.

So he decided to take it slow for the time being. In the final analysis, he still couldn't lose face, and he couldn't use force.

Mo Luo glanced at the little black man, pointed to the two little birds on his shoulders and said: "Look at these two little guys, they are the first pair of reincarnation dragons and phoenixes in the beginning of the world. They can become sacred beasts with a little training in the future."

The first one always has extraordinary significance. The first reincarnated creature in this world is naturally favored by the Qi of heaven and earth.

"Greetings, senior." The little black man saluted with his hands, his voice was a bit cold, and there was a hint of caution.

This place is nearly 1,500 miles away from my hometown, and even sound transmission can't reach that far. The other party doesn't know how to move, so at least it's impossible for him to be faster than him at the moment.

Only he could see that phantom, and it was obviously some kind of hallucination. Coupled with the other party's name, the little black man suspected that Moro had planted inner demons for himself.

If it's serious, your life may be in the hands of the other party.

Mara suddenly said with a smile: "The heart is better than things, it is everywhere. As long as it is a living thing, it has a heart. Even in this coral reef, I can plant inner demons."

Wow!

With the little black man as the center, a wave of air swept away in all directions. The waves set off actually pushed back the waves, and finally collided with each other and created waves of more than ten meters.

If the little black man's face had not been hidden by his disguise, he must have looked extremely ferocious now.

"Hahahaha, look at you, you look so interesting." Mara couldn't help but clapped his hands and let out a hearty laugh, as if he had found a toy.

One of his major hobbies in life is to play with people's hearts. This hobby has almost become an instinct, otherwise he would not be able to create inner demons. And the most satisfying thing is to play with the hearts of strong people, holding the high gods in his hands.

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Just when the little black man's aura climbed to the top and was about to take action, Mo Luo suddenly pointed to the sky and said: "But I didn't plant a demon in your heart. I swear to the great road. Little black man, I will tell you that

Sincerely, why are you so nervous?"

"..."

Under the teasing gaze of the other party, the little black man slowly held back his breath, feeling that he was holding back a breath with nowhere to release it.

If the other party wasn't stronger than you, you would definitely pull out all his soul. But since you haven't planted inner demons in yourself, falling out will not do you any good.

He complimented: "Senior has incredible magical skills. No wonder he can trap immortals for hundreds of years. It should be no problem against the Zixiao Divine Thunder, right?"

This time, it was Mo Luo's turn to look stiff. Did someone pick up the Purple Sky Divine Thunder? If Li Changsheng had this ability back then, he would have walked around when he saw it.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and pretended not to hear anything and said: "Is it profitable for me to come to you today? As long as it becomes your cultivation resource worth 10 years, I will even let you enter Nascent Soul before others.

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As soon as he heard that there was a profit, the little black man quickly calmed down his previous unhappiness, and his voice became brisk and respectful: "Senior, please give me more details. I will definitely help you if I can."

"You should have felt it, King Wusheng."

Mara looked into the void and could feel the turbid and chaotic aura, which would make him go crazy if he got even a little bit of ordinary golden elixir.

"The troubled world was killed long ago in my time. The accompanying Dawuquan and its body were scraped apart by a group of giant Buddhas. It is said that they ate on the spot and gnawed for decades before it ended. The Dawuquan has been cultivated for a hundred years.
To be continued...