I don't know how long it took before Zhu Tianpeng came back to his senses from his thoughts.
Although the scene he saw from the giant ax was shocking, he was not too obsessed.
Whether it was the world Pangu talked about or Pangu's secret, none of it had much to do with him, at least not with him now. What was hindering him now was the chasm-like chasm of the saint.
If he fails to become a saint, he will become a pawn when the imperial palace returns hundreds of years later, and he will not even be able to control his own destiny.
Sanctify!
Subconsciously he clenched his fists, and a look of determination flashed in Zhu Tianpeng's eyes.
Before returning to the imperial palace, he must reach the realm of a saint, and he will never accept the fate of becoming a chess piece.
After making up his mind, Zhu Tianpeng was not in any trouble. He bent his legs and exerted force, and his whole body rushed towards the sea of suffering like a stream of light.
The giant ax has been obtained, and the time is almost up. Maitreya is about to be reborn and return, and he must leave Lingshan as soon as possible.
Although all his cultivation has been imprisoned on the other side, Zhu Tianpeng has cultivated the immortal golden body to a perfect level. At this level, he is even faster than the ancestral witch in his heyday.
It only took three hours to return to the edge of the other shore.
Looking at the golden sea of suffering, Zhu Tianpeng threw Ruyi casually.
After Ruyi turned into a yacht, he jumped out of the other shore's envelope, and the mana in his body returned again.
Although he still couldn't control the air, it was enough for him to drive the yacht.
With a wave of his hand, the giant ax was taken into the Small Thousand World by Zhu Tianpeng. As the mana surged through his body, the yacht turned into a rainbow and disappeared, speeding away in the direction of Wen Xinlu.
Standing on the yacht, Zhu Tianpeng began to sort out what he had gained during this period.
The power of the physical body has become several times stronger, and the magic power in the body has also become more pure.
What makes Zhu Tianpeng feel most incredible is that the eighteenth-grade Qinglian in his body unexpectedly reached the twenty-first grade.
This was beyond Zhu Tianpeng's expectation. The energy of creation emerging from the twenty-first-grade Qinglian filled his internal organs with the surging aura of creation. As long as he was not killed with one blow, he could kill him as quickly as possible.
The speed is restored to its original state.
One day later, Zhu Tianpeng arrived at the shore behind Wenxin Road.
Leaving the sea of suffering, Zhu Tianpeng's whole personality changed drastically, his aura became more restrained, and he even controlled every bit of his magic power meticulously.
After reaching out and doing some calculations, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't help but frown.
Eight days have passed, and the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha has been found. Medicine Buddha personally descended to earth to guide the reincarnation of Maitreya. It will not take long for the latter to return.
At the same time, the campaign to encircle and suppress Sun Wukong in the Three Realms also intensified.
People from the Heavenly Court, the Demon Clan, the Witch Clan and other forces were involved. Sun Wukong and his men encountered endless resistance and suffered heavy casualties.
Opening his eyes, a gloomy look flashed through Zhu Tianpeng's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No, Yuehua!"
"Damn it, Sun Wukong is indeed unreliable. With his little cultivation, he dares to call himself the Demon Emperor. He is simply seeking death!"
"If it weren't for the existence of the demon summoning flag, I'm afraid he would have died hundreds of times. It seems that I have to go to Ji Lei Mountain before returning to heaven."
As he spoke, Zhu Tianpeng stepped aside and left to ask Xinlu.
Arriving in front of the stone tablet, looking at the old monk sitting cross-legged, Zhu Tianpeng exhaled, bowed and said, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time, senior!"
Hearing this, the mysterious old monk sitting cross-legged at the intersection of Wenxin Road slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Tianpeng and said: "Isn't Jinlin a thing in the pool? I already knew that Lingshan couldn't keep you, but I didn't expect that time would pass like this."
So fast."
"Junior, you go ahead. Remember to ask your ancestor to come to Lingshan to meet me when you see him. The poor monk must complete the unfinished chess game with him."
As he spoke, the mysterious old monk closed his eyes and waved his hand. The heavenly secrets were confused, and everything about Zhu Tianpeng was covered at this moment.
After doing all this, the mysterious old monk did not open his eyes, and said to himself: "Go, I can cover up the secret for you for ten days. I hope that only you can master the power of self-protection during these ten days."
At this point, Zhu Tianpeng came back to his senses.
Zhu Tianpeng glanced at the mysterious old monk gratefully, and bowed again: "If you are destined to meet your ancestors, Tianpeng will definitely bring the words of your ancestors to you."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Tianpeng turned around and flew up. When the Flowing Clouds Golden Light Escape was displayed, it flew away from Lingshan Mountain at a very fast speed.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhu Tianpeng arrived at the edge of Lingshan Mountain, looked at the single-plank bridge, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, a withered figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Tianpeng, blocking the exit, clasping his hands and saying: "Amitabha, Emperor Buddha, where are you going?"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng paused in his steps and looked up. The person who came to stop him was none other than the past Buddha who had lost his evil corpse: Ran Deng!
Seeing this situation, Zhu Tianpeng narrowed his eyes, and said with a cold light in his eyes: "Past Buddha, I still need to report to you where I am going, so if you are sensible, get out of here quickly, otherwise you will not blame me for being ruthless!"
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This sentence is true. Although Zhu Tianpeng's cultivation has not yet reached the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint, his current magic power is not inferior to that of the pseudo-sage in the early stage. With the existence of the five great heavens, his magic power is more than that of the pseudo-sage in the mid-stage.
He is not inferior in any way, and even the recovery speed cannot be matched by the powerful people in the late stage of the Pseudo Saint.
The most important thing is that he has cultivated the immortal golden body to a perfect level, which is comparable to the heyday of the ancestral witches in ancient times. The strength of his physical body alone makes him not afraid of ordinary pseudo-sage strongmen.
Although Ran Deng has a rich background, he has a fatal flaw, that is, the twenty-four heavens were sealed by Baguio. When the twenty-four heavens have not yet recovered, Ran Deng's power is just a stronger one.
He is just a false saint, not a top powerhouse of the same realm.
After hearing this, Ran Deng's expression did not change, but his eyes were flashing with strong hatred and murderous intent.
The evil corpse was destroyed. How could Ran Deng not know about it?
But with his current strength, even if he enters the Ancient Demon Forbidden Land, he is no match for the ten false saints under Gu Chen, so he cannot enter it and regain the spiritual treasure entrusted by the evil corpse, unless he waits for the recovery of the twenty-four heavens.
But within such a period of time, once the evil corpse entrusts the spiritual treasure to be refined, Ran Deng will not be able to control the evil corpse. After all, how can he kill the corpse when the evil thoughts are destroyed.
It is precisely because of this that Ran Deng now hates Zhu Tianpeng so much that he wants to kill him quickly.
Now faced with Zhu Tianpeng's provocation, how could Ran Deng fail to act?
Almost instantly, the pressure of the pseudo-sage emerged around Ran Deng. He stared at Zhu Tianpeng and said: "Amitabha, Emperor Buddha, the poor monk suspects that you have stolen the precious treasure of my Western religion. The poor monk will suppress you today."
you!"
As he spoke, Ran Deng stretched out his hand, using his magical power to cover the sky, it turned into a giant palm and struck directly towards the place where Zhu Tianpeng was.