Chapter 285 The holy monk divides the merits and is actually the bull demon king?
"Why...why..."
Mr. Pingjiang looked up and trembled slightly, feeling betrayed and deceived.
This big plan to create land in Lingnan was his idea from the beginning, but Xu Gong was able to gain merit and luck, but he ended up with nothing.
Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?
"Hahaha, it seems that this merit and luck has chosen me, the Nanjiang Dragon Clan!"
"I understand, it must be because Lord Pingjiang is too utilitarian and is not favored by heaven."
"The whole plan was in vain. In the end, it gave me Dragon Palace an advantage!"
All the experts in the Dragon Palace raised their heads and laughed, looking up to the sky expectantly, waiting for their merits and luck to favor them.
But soon their expectations came to nothing.
The merit and fortune did not favor the Nanjiang Dragon Clan, but drifted to the other side.
Master Yunhua murmured in a low voice: "There is great chaos in Lingnan, and all life is in ruins, but if we ignore it, how can God send down merits?"
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the monk standing by the river.
The trajectory of merit and luck could not be clearer, it is heading towards the notary of this Nanjiang battle - the holy monk Yichen.
Master Yunhua nodded slightly: "That's right. Apart from the human prime minister, the only person who truly devotes himself to the people is the holy monk."
Nanjiang Dragon Ancestor Ao Qin had a complicated look on his face, but in the end he just sighed: "It should be like this."
Pingjiang Jun clenched his fists tightly and looked at Zhou Yi complicatedly, with unwillingness and bitterness in his eyes.
Zhou Yi raised his head, looked at the merit and luck falling from the sky, glanced at Lord Pingjiang who was not far away, and whispered the Buddha's name.
"The little monk will naturally not refuse the merits sent from heaven.
However, Lord Pingjiang uses the common people as pawns. Although he is utilitarian, his deeds are also indispensable.
Including everyone who just took action to fight against the demon, everyone can share a little bit."
Hongguang seemed to understand, he hesitated and paused, most of it still fell towards Zhou Yi, but a few strands also separated and floated towards Pingjiang Lord, Dragon Palace, Master Yunhua and underground.
Pingjiang Jun was stunned for a moment, the anger in his eyes reduced by half, and then he slightly cupped his hands towards Zhou Yi, revealing a hint of self-mockery in his wry smile.
I never thought that in the end, I would have to rely on the holy monk's "intercession" to barely get a trace of merit. Although it was obviously a gift from heaven, it was still better than returning empty-handed.
At this time, he was extremely lucky that he had chosen the holy monk to be the notary instead of the equally tyrannical and terrifying existence.
"Thank you, holy monk!"
Everyone in the Dragon Palace, including Master Yunhua, was also extremely surprised.
But at this time, another change occurred.
A burst of laughter came from the north.
"I am not convinced by this distribution. How can I not be part of this good fortune?"
In an instant, an inexplicable and low-pitched curse spread across thousands of miles of mountains and vast land.
Between heaven and earth, a green light was born. The green light rotated into a vortex, and a big hand stretched out from it, pointing at the rainbow-like merit and luck.
The merit and luck suddenly stopped falling and stopped in mid-air, as if wanting to hear what the man said.
Everyone present was shocked.
In this world, there is only one possibility for someone to be able to interrupt the coming of merit and destiny - this person himself has merit and good fortune, and he has a high level of Taoism and is able to understand the meaning of heaven's secrets and laws, and is inextricably linked to the coming of merit and virtue.
contact.
The above three points are indispensable.
But just to understand the destiny of heaven, one needs at least a cultivation level above the earthly immortal realm, like the holy monk Yichen.
However, in today's Middle-earth, there are only a handful of experts who can even travel to the fairyland, let alone earthly immortals?
Zhou Yi raised his head and shouted loudly: "The donor also wants this merit?"
Nanjiang Longzu narrowed his eyes, stared at the whirlpool of green light, and said coldly: "Since you are here, why do you need to hide your head and show your tail?"
Lord Pingjiang, who should have been furious, remained silent. He looked at the big hand stretched out in the green light with extremely complicated eyes.
The golden-winged roc not far away also trembled.
A heroic laughter sounded from the blue light.
"Well, I'm here."
The green light vortex was expanded.
A majestic figure walked out of it, with brilliance floating all over his body, standing above the mountains and rivers, like a huge sun covering the moon, and the earth below made a thumping sound like a drum, building momentum for it.
In the entire Lingnan land, only Nanjiang Dragon Ancestor Ao Qin could bring the power of the Nanting River to compete with it.
A smile appeared on the man's face as sharp as an axe, and his gaze swept over the crowd. He was like a thunderbolt shot, as powerful as the real person Yunhua, the four Dragon Lords, and the three ghost commanders. They all avoided him, not daring to meet his gaze.
Finally, his eyes fell on Pingjiang Jun and said calmly: "I should be a share of this merit. Do you think so?"
Mr. Pingjiang's face was ashen, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
The corner of the man's mouth raised slightly: "Why, have you forgotten who taught you the method of reincarnation, so that you could escape the seal? If I hadn't let you out, how could you have competed with the Dragon Palace, created tens of millions of fertile fields, and won this
Merit. Buddhism talks about cause and effect, merit is the effect, and I am the cause."
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Yi with a playful look, clasped his hands together, and imitated Buddhist rituals.
"I don't want to be your enemy, but at least my share of the Dragon Palace belongs to me. What do you think, this holy monk?"
After the words fell, the expressions of all the Dragon Palace masters changed.
"No, he is the Demon Ancestor!"
"Why is he here!"
"Are you kidding? How can a demon gain merit?"
At this time, the lazy voice of the Golden-winged Dapeng came from the side, "He is not the Demon Ancestor, he is Tu Bojun."
The three words "Tu Bojun" caused a huge uproar in the hearts of everyone in Dragon Palace. There were different expressions on their faces, some were shocked, and some were solemn.
The reason why the masters of the Zhongtu Shudao School left the show midway was because they were attacked by the Chaos Dao Alliance, and the leader of the demons from the Chaos Dao Alliance was none other than Lord Pingjiang and Lord Fantian, the third Yingjie Demon Lord.
Like Master Yunhua, Dragon Palace also received news from Tianshi Dao, and also learned that the third great demon that should be robbed was none other than Tu Bojun, the peerless demon king who founded the Chaos Dao Alliance in the past.
Nanjiang Dragon Palace, which has a profound knowledge, knows Tu Bojun far better than Zhenren Yunhua.
He knew that this demon lord was a rare titled prince. He was as powerful as his Earth Immortal Ancestor and was extremely witty. He was more difficult to deal with than Lord Pingjiang and Lord Fantian.
Unexpectedly, Tu Bojun sent troops and generals to besiege Shudao sect. It was just a feint attack. He also had the idea of merit and luck.
As for my ancestor, his injury has not yet healed, and he has left the Dragon Palace in the middle of the river. He must never fight against a strong man of the same realm.
The eyes of the Dragon Palace masters fell on Zhou Yi again, hinting at their pleading.
In their opinion, the only one who can defeat Tu Bojun is the holy monk Yichen.
Seeing this, the golden-winged roc sneered and said calmly: "It is already compassionate enough to share your merits, but you still want the holy monk to protect you? Why?"
Tu Bojun glanced at the golden-winged roc, a coldness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much.
For a time, the sky above Lingnan was filled with wind and clouds.
Zhou Yi's face was still calm and calm.
He was naturally able to understand the extremely obscure hints of the Golden-winged Dapeng - this Tu Bojun, on the surface, was not his enemy, but in fact, he was using the Dragon Palace as bait to test himself.
If I show weakness and let him take advantage of the Dragon Palace's merits, I'm afraid he will immediately turn against me.
But his two moves of Buddhist sword energy have been used up. Once he blocks it, his true cultivation will be exposed.
Avoid its sharp edge first, then wait until the ultimate move is fully restored before taking action?
The merit has been achieved. If you miss it in vain, you will be punished by God!
Zhou Yi met Tu Bojun's eyes that seemed to be able to see everything, and said:
"So, you are the first of the three demon lords to escape the seal.
You used the method of reincarnation to change your appearance, but you teamed up with the Demon Ancestor, aided the tyrants, secretly stirred up trouble, and have not appeared in the world until today.
The young monk really wants to know, why do you, a demon, accept this merit?"
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he didn't give Tu Bojun a chance to speak. He suddenly opened his eyebrows and used his clairvoyance to cover Tu Bojun with his gaze.
A line of small black words rose from the air:
'Tu Bo is a great innate demon. In his previous life, he had protected the ancient secluded capital, and thus gained merit.'
'This demon knows the way of the underworld and has the magical power of reincarnation.'
'Its body is a sacred cow...'
In Zhou Yi's eyes, the man's figure gradually disappeared, and another figure emerged.
It was a huge beast as majestic as a mountain, like a giant bull standing in human form, but unlike the bull-headed one in the underworld, Tu Bojun, who had been reincarnated countless times, had the same face as an ordinary person, but was more rugged, with thick nostrils and a head.
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A trace of demonic aura overflowed from between his eyebrows, lingering on the top of his head, rising slowly.
Feeling Zhou Yi's unusual gaze, a hint of gloom appeared in Tu Bojun's eyes. He stopped pretending and swayed back to his true body as rough as an iron tower. He blew out two streams of white air from his nose and said lightly: "Monk
, have you seen enough?"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, with a hint of absurdity in his eyes, and slowly uttered three words: "Are you...the Bull Demon King?"
Tu Bojun sneered and shook his huge, pointed head: "Devil King?"
Then he reached out and pinched the smoke-like demonic energy, pulled it out suddenly, kneaded it into a ball of smoke, and started playing with it at will.
"Haha, it's just a trace of demonic energy that serves as a token, how could I not be able to control it?
The relationship between me and Juetian Laomo is just a temporary cooperation.
It is not difficult to obtain this merit."
A majestic momentum burst out from Tu Bojun's body and enveloped the Dragon Palace.
His left hand was covered with demonic energy, and his right hand held a green light, silently reciting ancient mantras in his mouth.
The ray of merit and luck that was directed towards the Dragon Palace was suddenly attracted to him.
Dragon Palace looked at Zhou Yi pleadingly.
Lord Pingjiang and Master Yunhua also looked at Zhou Yi curiously.
In their understanding, the Holy Monk Yichen would never allow a demon to gain merit and luck.
But the holy monk has shown no sign of helping Nanjiang Dragon Palace until now, which makes them feel a little puzzled.
While Tu Bojun was chanting a mantra to seize that trace of merit and luck, he secretly observed Zhou Yi, with confusion in his eyes, and gradually revealed a hint of fighting intent, ready to make a move.
At this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly smiled and turned to look at Nanjiang Longzu: "Donor Ao, do you really want this ray of merit?"
Ao Qin bowed his hands to Zhou Yi and said sincerely: "I hope that the holy monk will come true."
Zhou Yi asked again: "Do you want it yourself, or do you want it for Dragon Palace?"
Ao Qin was startled, then suddenly understood, a complex look flashed in his eyes: "Of course I am asking for it on behalf of the Dragon Palace, hoping that I can get this merit and help my Jianglong return to the southern sea and open the Canghai Dragon Palace again."
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together with a smile on his face: "That's good, the young monk will help Nanjiang Dragon Palace return to the sea. However, this merit should be controlled by Tianlong."
While speaking, Zhou Yi waved up his sleeves, stretched out his fingers, and moved forward.
A lingering sword rhyme spread from Zhou Yi's fingertips, pressing towards Tu Bojun.
Tu Bojun's face changed slightly.
The rhyme of the sword seems real and illusory, real and imaginary, and seems to be full of terrifying pressure, but it seems empty. When it is about to climb to the top, it suddenly disappears.
When he was stunned, the ray of merit and luck had been led away by the monk. Instead of flying towards the people in Nanjiang Dragon Palace, it fell behind the monk and got into the eyebrows of the beautiful woman who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
"Tianlong? She has proved the way of Tianlong?"
Only then did Tu Bojun notice Li Jiuniang, who had been blocked by Zhou Yi.
Sensing the dragon's breath rising rapidly in Li Jiuniang's body, Tu Bojun's face turned gloomy. Before he could make any move, a dragon's breath that seemed capable of swallowing up the world surged towards him.
But Ao Qin suddenly transformed into a purple-scaled true dragon, breathing thunder and red flames, eyes as angry as blood, roaring with its mouth open, and rushed towards him.
"Tubo! Get out of Nanjiang, me!"
Tu Bojun smiled: "Old thief Long, you finally took action. Your injury was not fully healed, so you took action forcefully. From now on, you will stop cultivating, and you will never be able to realize the Dao of Tianlong..."
Suddenly, he seemed to understand something and glanced at Zhou Yi, "What a plan."
Boom!
There was an earth-shaking loud noise.
The land in Lingnan shook again.
But in the midst of lightning and flint, Tu Bojun and Nanjiang Longzu had completed their fight, with each of the ox and the dragon retreating hundreds of miles.
Ao Qin transformed into a real dragon and attacked with all his strength.
Tu Bojun just stretched out a hand and patted it down gently.
An invisible force surged out in the opposite direction, easily smoothing out and dissipating the aftermath that was originally enough to destroy the mountains.
The mountains and rivers were silent, and the night was still, as if the confrontation between the two earthly immortal beings had never happened.
Whether it was Master Yunhua, the Three Ghost Commanders of the Underworld, or the five Dragon Lords, their hearts were filled with horror.
It seems to be a neck-and-neck fight, but everyone knows that Tu Bojun's cultivation strength is already higher than that of Nanjiang Longzu, and not even a little bit higher.
Ao Qin hovered in the air, swallowed clouds and mist, released bursts of thunder, and said lightly: "Sure enough, with the benefits of the Demon Ancestor, he is stronger than before. However, once he enters the demon path, it will eventually backfire."
Tu Bojun stepped on a cloud and said, "Really? You don't need to worry about it."
He looked at the powerful old dragon on the opposite side, and then glanced at the ant-like dragons below. A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting, and he secretly expressed regret.
He could not take Dragon Palace seriously and play with the sects of Zhongtu Shu Dao. Even Jue Tian Demon Ancestor was an equal collaborator in his heart.
But right now, there is an existence that makes him deeply fearful - Holy Monk Yichen.
This monk can release a terrifying sword rhyme with a single finger of his hand, and he can retract and release it freely without damaging his own vitality.
He has such a terrifying ability but never takes action. It turns out that he is plotting against Nanjiang Dragon Palace.
The reason why Ao Qin no longer cared about his injuries and took action against him was because the merits had already gone to the dragon girl.
The Dragon Girl obviously has a close relationship with Yichen. In time, she will become a heavenly dragon and become the new owner of the Dragon Palace, which will also make the Dragon Palace under the command of the monks.
And his appearance actually helped the monks regain the Dragon Palace?
Thinking of this, Tu Bojun's cheeks were burning, and he felt a little restless in his heart. Looking at the monk again, he felt more and more inscrutable and difficult to see through.
There is no longer any thought of challenging temptation in my heart.
"Brilliant, brilliant. In the Lingnan situation, you are the biggest winner."
Tu Bojun glanced at Zhou Yi complicatedly, and suddenly smiled and said: "However, the general trend of the world has been decided, and you are a step too late after all. Take your leave."