Zishou looked at the person who spoke and said coldly: "Who are you?"
Chen Wuliang felt anger in his heart. When Zishou made a big fuss in Zixiao Palace, he was in it and even fought with Zishou. At that time, he was unable to defeat Zishou and his sword was taken away in public.
Over the years, he has been practicing hard and has taken another step on the path of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal. He thought that one day he would avenge the sword. Who would have thought that Zishou had been promoted to a high-level saint and even became an existence comparable to Hongjun.
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Now that we meet, the other party can't even recognize who he is.
"I am Chen Wuliang, a disciple of Zixiao Palace. Di Xin, you have achieved a saint in the prehistoric world and achieved a high-level level. It is not too much to resist thirty or forty chaotic divine thunders for us? Or, you are a saint, but you are a part of the world.
Is there no way to catch the thirty Chaos Divine Thunders?" Chen Wuliang sneered slightly.
After hearing this, Zishou couldn't help laughing. What is the difference between this and moral kidnapping? What is the difference between becoming a saint? What does it have to do with them?
Seeing him slamming him to the sky, Chen Wuliang couldn't help but say angrily: "Why are you laughing at?"
Zishou looked at him coldly: "You mean that as a saint, you need to take the disaster for the prehistoric world, right?"
"Not bad!" Chen Wuliang nodded and said, "To prove a saint, you have swallowed and sucked the Daoqi and absorbed the spiritual aggregates of the Daoyuan. Now the Daoyuan is facing a great disaster. As saints, shouldn't you stand up for the sake of sentient beings.
Should I block the disaster? My request is not excessive. You only need to catch thirty paths for sentient beings."
Zishou said coldly: "As the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, you have also sucked the Daoqi of the Great Desolate, Humph! I dare to receive thirty chaotic divine thunders, do you dare to receive one?"
Chen Wuliang said complacently: "Of course you dare! You can take thirty first, and I will take one."
Zi was sneered endlessly. Do you think this dog is a fool?
While the two of them were talking, two more Chaos Divine Thunders fell to the lower realm.
One of them split a big city in the northwest into pieces, and the other fell towards Lingshan!
Seeing that Lingshan was about to face the difficulties of destroying the sect, Buddha Zhunti jumped out and shouted: "Stop the divine thunder! Don't let it fall to Lingshan!"
Three relics above his head rose up, released golden lotus, protected his body, and sacrificed the Seven Treasures Tree with both hands to resist the Chaos Divine Thunder with all his strength.
The Chaos Divine Thunder was in a dark color, emitting infinite solemn and murderous aura, breaking through time and space, and arrived in an instant.
When the Buddha Cunti took over the divine thunder, he suddenly felt his body withering rapidly, as if it was about to turn into ashes at any time. The soul was so painful that it actually showed signs of cracking and shattering.
"Ah! Block it!"
The Buddha Cunti was full of true energy, and he raised his hands up, lifting the divine thunder three feet up.
Duobao Tathagata said, "Amitabha! All beings enter my pagoda!"
With a wave of his hand, he sacrificed a huge pagoda!
There are nine floors in the pagoda, each floor contains countless treasures, but it is the original body of the Tathagata before he became a Buddha - the Duobao Pagoda.
The Duobao Pagoda can transform into a small world. At this time, it fell into Xiniu Hezhou, wrapping the Bodhisattva Arhats, Jiedi monks, and tens of thousands of civilians in Lingshan into the pagoda.
"Bang!"
The lightning spread in all directions. Buddha Cunti staggered back, his face pale and colorless, and three relics above his head lost their light.
His soul emerged from his body, but it showed a black body, vaguely emitting magic light.
"What's going on? Why does Zhunti have demonic energy?"
"Strange, how did he give me an illusory feeling? It seemed like a dummy..."
"No, no, he doesn't seem to be a real saint."
The Daluo Tiantian Immortals discovered an abnormal place.
Zishou's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "Sure enough... it's the reflection of Kunlun Mirror after all. Although I turned into a magic puppet by me, I can only save it for a moment. If I suffer a huge blow, I will still disappear..."
Zhunti Taoist looked at his body, with a confused look on his face. He staggered back and murmured: "What's going on, what's going on? I'm a saint, how can I die? How can I die?
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In the small world of Zixiao Palace.
The white-haired Hongjun stroked a bronze mirror with both hands, slowly raised his head, and sighed: "It's an illusion, how can it last forever? The real Cundi has long been dead."
The light flows over the bronze mirror, and the mirror vaguely reflects the battle in Daluo Heaven. Zishou, Pingxin, Tongtian and others are all reflected on it. In addition, there is a thick cloud, among which the thick clouds are vaguely
There are pairs of sharp eyes.
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The body of Taoist Zhunti turned into ashes in the Chaos Divine Thunder, and his soul drilled out of his body and soon discovered something was wrong. His body was dissipating.
It was like a pile of bubbles suddenly appeared under the sun, breaking open one by one and disappearing.
"What's going on? What's going on? Why is my soul dissipating? I am a saint, immortal, why is this happening?" Taoist Zhunti murmured to himself, in a panic and confused.
He suddenly looked at Zishou and shouted, "What's going on? Di Xin, what's going on?"
Zishou was silent, Zhunti was helpless, the magic puppet technique had failed, and the divine thunder just now completely defeated the imprint he left on him.
And an illusory person who doesn't even have a soul will not survive without the protection of the magic puppet technique.
Because in the final analysis, Zhunti is just a reflection now.
"How could I die...How could I die..." Zhunti became a little hysterical. The reason why he jumped to block this divine thunder was that he thought he was immortal and he jumped up.
Zishou sighed, feeling unbearable in his heart, and said, "Because you have died long ago, and died under my Zhuxian Sword Formation. At this time, you are actually a copy of Kunlun Mirror."
Zhunti's eyes suddenly widened: "How could this happen...How could it be... By the way, by the way, I always felt that there was something wrong with my memory and I lost a very important memory. Good, good, it turns out that the real me has already
Dead, I am resurrected in Kunlun Mirror, I am just a memory, that's it..."
"Di Xin, Di Xin, you are lying to me!"
Zhunti's eyes shot at Zishou and shouted resentfully.
His body gradually turned into ashes and disappeared completely in the world.
Zishou felt a little uncomfortable. If it were the one who used to be Zhunti, he would have died if he died, and he would applaud, but Zhunti was loyal to him, and such a way of dying was too pitiful.
At the same time, he thought that there were many people who were brought out of the Kunlun Mirror by him, and these people were afraid that as long as they untie the mark of the demon puppet, they would disappear instantly.
There was a light flashing in Haotian's eyes and he said, "No wonder, no wonder Zhunti was clearly killed by Emperor Xin and Zhuxian Sword Formation. Later, after being resurrected, he directly surrendered to Emperor Xin. I have been unable to understand the joints. It turns out that Zhunti is just
It's a fake guy."
Queen Mother of the West nodded thoughtfully: "Is it the Kunlun mirror that can copy all things in the world by the Taoist ancestor? That mirror is indeed magical!"
Although Zhunti dissipated, the next divine thunder still slashed towards Lingshan.
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The name above was changed, and it felt like Chen Wuliang was a bit modern, and it was changed to Wuliang.