Zhang Xiaozu originally planned to keep Yang Jian, Wen Shaoqing and others as backup, but he didn't expect that the Dragon Bandits would be useless if they were so inexperienced.
"Yang Erlang meets the founder of the world, and meets all the ancestors."
"Wen Shaoqing saw you..."
When Yang Jian and others saw the Pangu gods, they hurriedly came down from Taiwang Mountain, arranged their clothes and paid respects to them.
All the cultivators also followed the ceremony with excitement.
When Yuanshi Tianzun saw Wen Shaoqing, an undetectable cold light flashed in his deep eyes.
Zhang Xiaozhu looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and said: "I was once young and vigorous. I had some conflicts with Taiyi Zhenren, Nezha and Wen Shaoqing, which ruined some of his good deeds. Please forgive me for my recklessness."
When Wen Shaoqing heard this, he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Master Taiyi also looked embarrassed and did not dare to look at Yuanshi Tianzun.
They stayed in the human world of Jiuzhou with the mission given to them by Yuanshi Tianzun. Not only did they fail, but they also exposed Yuanshi Tianzun's plan. If this matter was brought to the surface, Yuanshi Tianzun would not easily forgive them.
Nezha, on the other hand, held his head high and his chest high, still looking unruly.
When Yuanshi Tianzun saw the guilty expressions of Taiyi Zhenren and Wen Shaoqing, his heart suddenly sank, and he thought of the worst case scenario. A hint of sinisterness flashed deep in his eyes, but he immediately stroked his beard and smiled at Zhang Xiaopu: "Young people are very angry.
It's normal to have some conflicts. As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you won't get to know each other."
Zhang Xiaozu bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Heavenly Lord, for your forgiveness."
Seeing that Zhang Xiaozu had no intention of shaking things up, the smile on Yuanshi Tianzun's face became thicker.
Zhang Xiaozu bowed apologetically to the ancestors of the Buddhist, Yao and Demon clans, and said: "This junior also had some conflicts with Jialuo, the Buddha, Mu Kui, the young master of the Yao clan, and Luo Ping, the demon clan of the Nine Nethers. The three of them
I still have grievances against the younger generation, so I didn’t come with you today, so please forgive me, ancestors.”
The ancestors all smiled and waved their hands.
They had all seen Zhang Xiaozu's combat power just now. The destructive beam of the World-Destroying Cannon was extinguished by him with one punch. It was simply terrifying, so no matter whether they had any resentment in their hearts, they would not show it.
Zhang Xiaozhu doesn't want to talk about those shameful things with Yuanshi Tianzun and others here. After all, he is the ancient ancestor god of the three realms of Kyushu, a hero who defends his homeland against foreign enemies. He has to save face for them, but in private he will talk to Pangu.
Let’s talk and see Pangu’s attitude.
"Owner."
Li Qingfeng went to the Supreme Lord and bowed, feeling anxious and nervous.
He is a clone of Taishang Laojun. Now his cultivation realm is no longer below that of Taishang Laojun. If Taishang Laojun takes him back, his cultivation realm, soul and Tao, etc., will become that of Taishang Laojun.
Laojun's.
He is afraid.
Taishang Laojun looked Qingfeng Li up and down and nodded approvingly: "You are very good. You have already reached the saint realm. Although you are a clone of me, you already have an independent personality. If I take you back,
It’s the same as killing you. That’s all, I’ll let you go free, and you can continue to follow the new God Lord.”
After saying that, he raised his hand to the center of his eyebrows and drew out a qi machine from his soul to cut it off.
Li Qingfeng was overjoyed and knelt down excitedly in front of the Supreme Lord, kowtowing and saying, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness!"
Taishang Laojun stretched out his hand to help him up and said with a smile: "You are not my slave. There is no need to call me this way from now on. Well, if you don't mind, just call me master."
"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!" Li Qingfeng was overjoyed and quickly knelt down to kowtow to the Supreme Lord.
"Laojun, congratulations."
"Congratulations."
All the ancestors expressed their congratulations to the Supreme Lord, and upon seeing his few words, they accepted a disciple of the Saint Realm. They were both envious and greedy.
Leader Tongtian saw Luo Xuan and Empress Shiji in the crowd, and felt that both of them exuded a powerful aura of sainthood. He was immediately overjoyed and walked over and said: "Luo Xuan, Empress Shiji, both of you have proven
Have you reached the realm of Taoist saints? It’s really not bad. Haha, not bad, not bad!”
"Disciple meets Master."
Luo Xuan and Empress Shiji paid homage to the leader of Tongtian Cult together, but their expressions were a little awkward.
They were originally disciples of the Tongtian Cult Master, but after the Conferring Gods War, they were photographed on the Conferring Gods List and became the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court. They began to serve the Heavenly Court. The Tongtian Cult Leader never contacted them again, which was equivalent to severing the master-disciple relationship.
Now that they have taken refuge under Zhang Xiaozu, working for the Tiandao Academy, and working against the ancient Taoist lineage, it is even more impossible for them to return to the Tongtian Cult Master. Therefore, this shout of Master is very stiff, but they cannot help but scream.
"Haha, my dear nephew, have you also attained the realm of a saint? Okay, okay!"
God Haotian patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and laughed.
Yang Jian nodded slightly, with a cold expression, as if he didn't like to talk to God Haotian.
The ancestors of the demon clan and the demon clan also looked into the crowd, and soon found the disciples of their respective clans who had attained the saint realm, and immediately laughed happily.
Nowadays, the Three Realms of Kyushu are in ruins, and countless top experts have died in battle. It is a time when talents are urgently needed. If there is one more strong man in the Saint Realm in the clan, he can speak louder. The benefits will be distributed after returning to the Three Realms of Kyushu.
Just a little more.
"Master, what should we do with the prisoners of these evil dragon bandits?"
Madman Madman had already led his men to clean up the battlefield, and escorted three to four hundred prisoners over to ask Zhou Jian for instructions.
Zhou Jian came to look at Zhang Xiaozu, who looked at Pangu.
Pangu glanced at them and found that they were all insignificant. He couldn't get any useful information out of them, so he waved his hand and said: "Keep them useless, kill them."
Although they are a group of minions, their hands are stained with the blood of the ancient gods and the people of Kyushu, so there is no reason to let them live.
The madman did not immediately respond to the order, but looked at Zhou Jianlai. When he saw Zhou Jianlai nodded, he grinned: "Okay, you guys, drag them down and kill them."
Ma Maniac is not a citizen of Kyushu, and he himself is an old guy who has lived for millions of years, so he doesn't have much fear of Pangu, the ancestral gods of Kyushu. In his eyes, Pangu's words are not effective, and he only listens to Zhou Jianlai's orders.
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"What are these?"
Pangu looked at the backs of Madman Madman and others as they left and asked Zhang Xiaozu.
Zhang Xiaopou said: "They are from the Mad Bandit Group. We happened to meet them on the way here. When we learned that they were reinforcements called by the Dragon Bandit Group, Brother Zhou subdued them."
Pangu was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Zhou Jianlai and praised: "Young man, it's amazing. The Mad Bandit Group is the number one bandit group in the Universe Alliance. It is said that just pulling out a small leader can destroy the Dragon Bandit Group, but you have conquered it."
,sharp!"
"You are ridiculous."
Zhou Jianlai waved his hands, but the corners of his mouth that could not be suppressed told everyone that his praise of Pangu was very useful.
"This is a guy who loves to hear compliments."
A group of ancestors gave Zhou Jianlai a label in their hearts, and felt that they could start dealing with Zhou Jianlai from this aspect in the future.
Zheng!
Zhou Jianlai suddenly pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword from the Wanjian Box, walked up to Emperor Xuanyuan and said, "Emperor Xuanyuan, your sword must be returned to its original owner."
Emperor Xuanyuan took the sword, flicked the sword with his fingers, and showed a nostalgic look on his face. After a moment of silence, he said: "I left it in Kyushu to find a destined person. Since you got it, it means you are the one."
It wants someone to wait for, so keep letting it follow you.”
After saying that, he returned the Xuanyuan Sword to Zhou Jianlai.
"Thanks!"
Zhou Jianlai took the sword and promised: "I will not let this sword gather dust in my hands!"
Emperor Xuanyuan nodded and smiled: "That's enough."
"Zhang Xiaozu, can you lend me a piece of ancient tree pith?"
Suddenly, Empress Nuwa came over with an urgent voice, holding a drop of bright red blood carefully in her hands.