Chapter 68: Massacre of humans!
After Zhunti finished speaking, Kunpeng became more and more confused. What was Zhunti's plan?
You're not mistaken, I wanted to kill him to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Even though the two people understood the cause and effect, their relationship was not good. How could Zhunti be so gentle?
"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, thanks to your kindness in giving up my seat in the past, I was able to become a saint. On that day, the Nine Nether Sea of Blood canceled out the cause and effect. From now on, we owe nothing to each other."
"But you are all one of Zixiao's three thousand guests, sitting together with Taoist ancestors to listen to the sermon. You are all members of Xuanmen. Why should you be so different?"
hehe!
Kunpeng sneered in his heart, I don't believe a word of what you said.
Zixiao has had three thousand guests, and I haven’t seen you contact anyone else. You have become a saint for so many guilds, but you haven’t contacted me for a long time, and you haven’t contacted me for a long time. How can you come to me at the beginning of the calamity?
“I don’t know what the sage means, but I ask the sage to explain it clearly.”
However, a saint is a saint after all. Given his strength, especially during the calamity, Kunpeng did not dare to offend him and spoke again.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I am here for your future."
Hearing this, Kunpeng became even more confused and looked at Zhunti in surprise.
"Kunpeng, let me ask you, what benefits will you get from joining the Demon Court and serving under the command of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi?"
"Benefits?" Kunpeng frowned.
"Exactly!"
"Kunpeng, I think you are an innate god from the prehistoric times, a famous innate god, and a person with great supernatural powers who is famous for the prehistoric times. Regardless of his foundation or Taoism, he is a first-class existence in the prehistoric times."
"Except for the lack of opportunities and the inability to protect your body with treasures in your hands, in what way are you worse than Na Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi?"
Kunpeng nodded unconsciously when he heard this, thinking that he was born in the endless North Sea, entered the sea as Kun, and ascended to the sky as Peng. He was profound in Taoism, and he was also a first-class existence among the three thousand guests of Zixiao.
The Taoist ancestor passed down the method of killing three corpses. He also killed the existence of the three corpses with one thought at the beginning. He has exquisite Taoism, let alone Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. At this time, I am not necessarily worse than them!
It's just that the opportunity was poor, and there was no spiritual treasure in his hand to protect his body, so his strength was slightly lacking this time.
But even so, I have condensed Kunpeng's true body. With this magical power, I am an ordinary quasi-sage, even if I have a magic weapon to protect my body, I am no match for him.
Remember when Hong Yun, holding the Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd, wasn't beaten to the point where his body collapsed and he fled in a hurry?
Seeing Kunpeng's expression, Zhunti was secretly happy and spoke again:
"When it comes to Taoism, you are no worse than Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. The three of you are peers, but you are inferior to them and driven by them."
"It would be fine if it was beneficial, but I don't care, you still don't have a decent magic weapon to protect you, and you don't have the spiritual roots of heaven and earth with you. So, doesn't it mean that you let the two of them drive you in vain?"
After the words fell, Kunpeng nodded involuntarily.
Yes, I am a great supernatural power user of the same level as you. Back then, we listened to the sermon together in Zixiao Palace. You didn't give me anything, and there was no benefit at all. So I joined your command and obeyed the trend?
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, if you think about it carefully, have you ever received any substantial benefits from joining the demon clan for so many years, except for the title of a demon master?"
Zhunti's voice sounded, and Kunpeng immediately shook his head.
There is no benefit at all. It is said to be an innate spiritual treasure, but I have never seen even an acquired spiritual treasure.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you have been a member of the Monster Clan for so many years, but have you ever made any significant contributions to the Monster Clan?"
"Of course!" Kunpeng nodded directly.
Not to mention, thirty thousand yuan ago, he alone stopped Liang Qiang and indirectly saved Lu Ya. The last 30,000 guild yuan, commanding hundreds of millions of demon clans in the Demon Court, and fighting against the witch clan, totaled 30,000 guild yuan. It must be hard work without credit.
"That being the case, fellow Taoist Kunpeng, you condescend to others, behave like others, and work hard, but get nothing. Why is this like this?"
After Zhunti's words fell, Kunpeng's face suddenly turned ugly. Yes, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, you two have gone too far.
I make cows and horses for you, but you don't show any sign, and you still drive me with peace of mind. I am a great innate god, so where is this shamelessness?
Kunpeng took a deep breath, looked at the Saint Zhunti in front of him, bowed and said, "Thank you, Saint, for guiding me through my confusion."
"If it weren't for the saint's guidance, I would still be in the dark right now, working for them two in vain."
"This Demon Court belongs to the two of them. It has nothing to do with me. They want me to be swayed by them. What a wonderful idea!"
Seeing this, Zhunti smiled and said, "Good!"
"With fellow Taoist Kunpeng's intelligence, even if I don't say it, sooner or later Fellow Taoist Kunpeng will understand it."
"The sage is ridiculously praised."
Kunpeng replied and stopped talking. When Zhunti came to him, he must have something to ask for. Since Zhunti mentioned it first, he would naturally give a solution later.
For a moment, the space became silent. After a while, Zhunti cursed the old fox in his heart and spoke again:
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi do not regard you as one of their own. Fellow Daoist Kunpeng should make plans early."
Kunpeng's eyes moved slightly, he bowed his hands and said, "Please give me some advice from the saint!"
"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, I won't show off any more. With your Taoist behavior, there are not many people in the world who would like you."
"What fellow Taoists need is, firstly, enlightenment, and secondly, spiritual treasures. The matter of enlightenment needs to be explored by fellow Taoists on their own, but for this spiritual treasure, I am willing to make plans for fellow Taoists."
Kunpeng's eyes lit up and he immediately asked: "What kind of magic weapon is it and how to plan it?"
In the ancient times, he was the poorest one. He didn't have a decent spiritual treasure in his hand. Others relied on magic weapons to fight. He was the only one who relied on his own Kunpeng true body to fight.
"Hetu, Luoshu!"
Zhunti's voice sounded faintly, and Kunpeng was stunned on the spot.
Isn’t this Di Jun’s spiritual treasure?
"In the battle between the lich and the lich, Emperor Jun must die. You can do two things. After Emperor Jun dies, Hetu Luoshu will be in your hands!"
Kunpeng's heart was beating wildly, and he was extremely surprised. Emperor Jun could die?
"Is this what the saint said true?"
"Natural!"
"The battle between the lich and the lich is a foregone conclusion. The top leaders of the two clans will be wiped out. If you do what I say, you can escape. If not, life or death will be unpredictable!"
Kunpeng's eyes narrowed, thinking about the credibility of what Zhunti said. After a while, Kunpeng said: "I don't know what I should do?"
Seeing this, Zhunti showed a look of satisfaction on his face and said: "It's very simple. First, massacre the human race. Second, during the war, take advantage of the chaos to take away the Hetuluo Book. After taking it away, Hetuluo The book is yours!”
(End of chapter)