newbobooks Chapter 503.1 Let's witness the great rise of Western religion together! Hey, where is everyone
Chapter 503.1 Let's witness the great rise of Western religion together! Hey, where is everyone
The sun and moon lose their luster.
Everywhere was shrouded in darkness, except for a golden lotus that flickered in the corner.
The guide was immediately greatly alarmed:
"A twelve-tiered golden lotus of merit!"
It was the light of the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, its luster weak, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
It felt like it was hanging on by a thread, and several times I had the illusion that if it dimmed this time, it would never light up again.
The guide was in a great hurry.
Yuanshi Tianzun grunted and reminded him:
"It is a ninth-grade golden lotus of merit."
The twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, with its sharp eyes and keen senses that remained even after years of hiding, kicked the Golden Lotus again when the Guide Daoist's gaze fell upon it. The kick sent the Golden Lotus spinning several times before it let out a threatening cry:
"From now on, when you see someone of the twelfth rank, keep your distance, you little schemer."
Having said that, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.
They followed Kinnara's aura towards Nuwa Palace.
Their departing figures were so joyful and unrestrained, their toes twirling in the air as they danced:
"There is no lotus platform that can restrain this black lotus anymore."
He chased after Kinnara with black lotus flowers blooming all the way, thinking that as long as his master accepted him, they could rule the three realms! Just as he was about to hurry up and run forward, he saw a beautiful figure beside his master.
After a brief pause,
At this moment, the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus once again felt the pressure from its natural enemy.
He wondered, as the lotus platform shimmered with iridescent black light, and asked in bewilderment:
"Didn't the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit already lose three petals? How can it still sense a threat?"
The lotus platform folded its petals, minimizing its presence.
Watching from a distance behind Kinnara.
suddenly!
Upon seeing the Lotus Lantern held in the hand of the girl beside the master, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus felt as if the sky had collapsed!
……
No matter how Nezha tried to persuade her, it was no use. Yang Jiao looked like she was about to die and wouldn't listen to any advice.
Yun Zhongzi forcibly began to transfer his magic power to Yang Jiao, but she blocked him.
Master Yun Zhongzi's eyes flashed:
"Yang Jiao, you can't just kill yourself."
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha also frowned, neither of them able to fathom Yang Jiao's true thoughts.
Maitreya forced a smile and said in a low voice:
"We need to treat the injuries."
He even emphasized the word "we" very heavily.
Yang Jiao wanted to explain, but she couldn't reveal everything about the system, or she would scare the four of them again.
In short:
"I have something I'm hesitant to say."
"Is that something you can't talk about?" Master Yu Ding turned back to her through a gap in the barrier he had created and said, "That's just a bad habit of yours. You just like thrilling life-or-death games."
But there are four lives involved in this.
That's it,
Master Yuding has come to terms with it now. Anyway, when there was a chance to break free in the illusion, none of the four of them were willing, since they were all quite shameless.
how to say?
The bond of life forged by oath is certainly strong, but if the five of them weren't people of this kind, they wouldn't have made it this far.
What can we do?
Just make do, what else can we do but leave?
Yang Jiao leaned against Yang Jian's chest and glanced sideways to pull the Mosquito Taoist's hand.
At this moment, Mosquito Taoist was shrouded in a cloud of blood mist and had stopped groaning.
The blood mist seemed to be channeling a continuous stream of primal energy into her, easing the pain on her face and allowing her to curl up quietly inside.
"mosquito."
Yang Jiao called out softly, then pulled the Mosquito Taoist through the blood mist and gently pinched him.
Mosquito Taoist slowly opened his eyes, "Yang Jiao..."
With his curled eyelashes fluttering, the Mosquito Taoist continued:
"That golden lotus smells so good."
For a moment, everyone was speechless.
How could it not be fragrant? The most important innate treasure of the Western Sect, the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, was transformed from the shattered Chaos Green Lotus.
Yang Jiao chuckled:
"So we mosquitoes are confused by spiritual energy?"
Just like a person who has eaten too many carbohydrates needs to digest and take a nap, the Mosquito Taoist just has too much spiritual energy, so there's nothing seriously wrong with him.
Mosquito Taoist slowly awoke from her daze, turned her head to look at Yang Jiao, and was immediately struck by the sight of her covered in blood. This horrified her, instantly shattering any sense of satisfaction she felt. Suppressing the lingering pain within her, she sat up abruptly and quickly dispersed the blood mist.
"Yang Jiao, who hurt you?"
Her eyes were filled with frost, and a ferocious aura emanated from her.
"Nobody's here, I'm waiting, the mosquitoes aren't in a hurry."
It was not said who Yang Jiao was waiting for.
Anyway, she had made up her mind that she would not heal herself until Hongjun Patriarch appeared.
Let the blood loss continue.
The more you lose, the stronger you'll become later.
If you really can't take it anymore, just use the auspicious signs of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to bear it.
She was determined to absorb the magical power of Hongjun Laozu!
Mosquito Taoist quickly moved closer to Yang Jiao, shifted her from Yang Jian's arms to his lap, adjusted her position, and ensured that Yang Jiao's head rested comfortably on his lap.
Her fingers brushed across her eyebrows and eyes, and she asked softly:
"Yang Jiao, are you in pain?"
Yang Jiao shook her head and gave her a reassuring smile in return.
She was already on the verge of exhaustion. She hissed inwardly, hoping that the Ancestor Hongjun would arrive soon.
On the surface, Mosquito Taoist appeared calm and collected, but in reality, the backlash from the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit was considerable. She was a ferocious beast born from the Sea of Blood, and was incompatible with the Golden Lotus.
Although the Mosquito Taoist's mouthparts could pierce anything, he was still enduring the spiritual energy of the Golden Lotus.
The Styx Ancestor, hidden in the clouds, came from afar to try and take the Mosquito Taoist away: ...
……
Western religion.
Daoist Zhunti happily took the Qiankun Bag back with him, walking with a brisk pace.
"Three thousand Taoist priests! Three thousand Taoist priests!"
Among them are two Quasi-Saints, numerous Great Luo Golden Immortals, and countless Taiyi Golden Immortals. Nezha and Yang Jian, the future hope of the Chan Sect, are also among them.
When has Western religion ever been so prosperous?
He couldn't wait to return to his quiet room and sat down in the Dharma Propagation Hall with a beaming smile.
"Did this old man find some good fortune today? He seems so happy." Jin Chanzi leaned against a pillar, crossed his arms, and muttered to himself, showing little interest in watching.
The other disciples were quite surprised that their master was so happy today, and curiously gathered around.
Perhaps because the Daoist Zhunti was in a very good mood today, he did not reprimand them for their improper behavior at all.
He sat down on the futon with a smug look on his face, raised his eyebrows, and said:
"Since you are all here, let us witness together the great rise of our Western religion!"
Jin Chanzi frowned as he looked at the Qiankun Bag that he had been working so hard to refine in the past.
These two old men from the Western Sect are used to abducting monsters in the prehistoric world. Could it be that they're using this Qiankun bag to abduct people?
That's pretty tragic.
Jin Chanzi wasn't really interested at first, but when he thought about other unlucky guys like himself, he sprang up from the pillar and limped over to them.
The Taoist Zhunti's heart was filled with excitement, and his hands trembled.
Was it a Qiankun bag that was opened?
No, it's the future of their Western religion.
He yanked the bag open.
Jin Chanzi's gaze fell inside, and he was stunned when he saw the empty bag.
Then, unable to contain himself, he burst out laughing. Not content with that, he took a deep breath over the Qiankun bag, crossed his arms, and chuckled:
"Oh, you spent so long refining the Qiankun Bag, just to fill a pocket with the air of the Shang Dynasty?"