Nezha encountered "Deng Chan Yu" on the way back to Emei Mountain.
"Master, disciple is afraid that he has caused trouble." Nezha said with a guilty expression on his face.
The qingluan transforms into the appearance of Deng Chan Yu, at this time, it deliberately imitates her demeanor.
Coughing once, he made a nonchalant gesture: "Disciple, there is no need to worry. With the teacher and the Holy Lady here, no one can prevail over you with reason. Beside me, they cannot harm you."
At this time, the second generation of Menghe had already arrived at the Yanshen Temple. The real Deng Chan Yu was absorbing the Hongmeng Zǐqi at a faster rate. There were only a wisp of purple smoke left as the external manifestation of the anomaly, and Duobao was calculating the specific location of the opportunity. He stumbled backwards as Menghe's blood cloud hit him in the face. The two did not waste any words and quickly fought each other. In the midst of all this chaos, Duobao looked towards "Deng Chan Yu" direction with a glance.
He was very confident in his true Daoist cultivation, and one glance at it was very real, with no half of deformation or illusory techniques. He immediately relaxed.
Currently, both Mount Emei and the School of Chen are having bad luck. The disciples of the School of Chen are scattered, and not a single Great Immortal is among them.
And the original helper for Mount Emei, Lao Zhao and Yun Xiao, went to search for Ran Deng's whereabouts in the Chaos these days, inadvertently losing a strong ally.
Deng Chan Yu is all alone, and he is not afraid of him.
He looked at it for a moment and then turned away.
Qingluan sneered coldly and retracted a jade talisman.
In terms of cultivation, she is not as skilled as Duobao, and in terms of wisdom, there is also a huge gap. However, experience is something that does not have a direct connection with cultivation or wisdom.
Qingluan had made preparations early on, and she was able to lead her tribe to escape unscathed from the battlefield of blood and flesh like the Dragon and Phoenix Opening Calamity. She naturally had her own methods, and it is only Duobao who thought too much if he thinks he can see through her disguise at a glance.
After Qingluan picked up Nezha, she perfectly demonstrated the "weakness" and "disputativeness" of the maternal lineage of the Wa Palace, which can be considered a tradition. What is a great school or Tian Temple? Nvwa never argued with you. You can play as you like, and I won't argue or fight.
Now, Qingluan's actions also follow this tradition. She seems very vigilant, taking Nezha back to Mount Emei and then immediately activating the protective array of the mountain, which means that whatever opportunity you all are fighting over, it has nothing to do with me.
Duobao has a good understanding of Yueguang. According to his cognition, Yueguang is extremely progressive, otherwise he would not have entered Buddhism alone. The current unassertiveness is a bit self-contradictory.
However, he has his own fill-in-the-blanks. He guesses that Deng Chan Yu has transferred all thoughts of fighting for fame and fortune through the power of Yueguang. This is reasonable; he himself did something like that. Now, the Duobao who is solely focused on cultivation is different from the Duobao who once reformed the School of Zhaocao, aspiring to make a great achievement.
Yuan Tu Sword was taken away by Yun Xiao, and now Menghe Laozu only has Ah Bing Sword left in his hands. If he is at his full strength, his senior status as a nearly-saint cultivator would definitely be stronger than the recently-cut-in-half Duobao. However, it's a pity that the current Menghe brought away billions of blood gods, significantly decreasing his magic power. After Duobao pulled out the Zhen Xian Sword, he was completely overwhelmed in terms of magical treasures.
"Evil Demon, where do you want to escape?!" The Zhen Xian Sword was fast as thunder and slashed off Menghe's head in one stroke.
The Zhen Xian Sword, as the number one killing treasure in the primordial chaos, is irresistible even to Menghe.
Menghe, who had his head chopped off usually, would immediately grow a new one. Now, with blood spraying from his neck, he kept slapping his neck, hoping that his head would grow out faster.
Duobao slashed out another sword, Menghe had no time to care about his head and fled hastily.
When Xuan Du the Great Master and South Pole Immortal came down, the anomaly caused by the Hongmeng Purple Qi had completely disappeared, as if the great opportunity had been taken away by Duobao.
"Brother, you have good fortune. I don't know what kind of treasure you got, maybe you can let me take a look?" Xue Nuan Da Fa Ancestor leaned on his cane, still in the same old-man-selling-old-man demeanor.
He had cultivated to the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and if he wanted to return to nearly-saint, it would be extremely difficult without a huge opportunity.
Duobao slightly furrowed his brow. He didn't like the condescending tone of Xue Nuan Da Fa Ancestor: "What level are you? And what level am I?"
However, since the Three Great and Pure Ones have not formally divided their family yet, they must follow their master's seniority to calculate their blood relation.
South Pole insistently claims to be his elder brother, trying to use his status to put him down, which can't be said to be wrong.
He calmly said: "Brother, I apologize. It seems that I have come late as well. The opportunity seems to have been taken by the Yellow Dragon Immortal of your Sect."
"Oh?" South Pole was startled. There was something to do with Huanglong?
The Great Master Xuan Du looked at the spotlessly clean Yanshi Hall. As cultivators, they couldn't see through the restoration techniques of the humans in the Wawu Palace. He had a moment of speculation, from the Kunpeng to the Hongyun, from Qinyuan to Di Jun, and all the clues pointed to the Taoist in front of him, Duobao!
If it was an ordinary opportunity, he wouldn't argue at this point. However, the current situation is clearly not an ordinary opportunity. Xue Nuan kept giving him eye signals, and the words "goodbye" kept coming to his mouth, but he couldn't say it.
He is now very close to achieving the status of a nearly-saint who has slain two beings. However, since Taqing Saint left the Chaos Sea, his mindset of "The one who does not compete with anyone can compete with everyone" has undergone some changes. Previously, he had a Saint behind him, so it was natural for him not to compete. Now? Now he cannot avoid competition.
Soon, a series of immortals were drawn by some mysterious spiritual instinct, and they arrived one after another. The Taiyi, Lingbao, and Yang Jian from the School of Zhaocao also arrived.
Guanshiyin, Wencun, and Putian were reciting sutras and chanting scriptures in the corner.
The venomous bees in the venomous bee swamp were a huge threat to Nezha and Huanglong. However, for the numerous high-handed experts on the scene, it was hardly worth mentioning.
They all made their moves, and soon, the descendants of Qinyuan were wiped out cleanly.
Guanshiyin Bodhisattva waved her willow branch, dispelling the poisonous mist and allowing this land that had been ravaged to rejuvenate.
Within the time of a cup of tea, Huanglong True Man, who was unconscious, was brought back to the Yanshen Temple by Duobao's division.
"Let go of my uncle!" Yang Jian shouted fiercely, swinging his opening mountain axe with lightning speed, slicing straight towards the wrist of the divisional body that was slaying the beings.
Duobao's divisional body carelessly glanced at it, flexed his fingers and lightly tapped the open mountain axe with a soft movement. Suddenly, the sacred weapon was returned to its original path at an even faster speed, and Yang Jian raised his Three-Pointed Dagger for defense. With a loud "ding" sound, he was pushed back ten thousand miles before finally stopping in his tracks.
Terror! His random strike was too strong for him to handle. This made Yang Jian's restless heart, which had been disturbed by his own cultivation surpassing his master Yuding True Man, settle down again. He still needed to continue practicing.
The Taoist Duobao barely even glanced at Yang Jian, a third-generation disciple, because Master Xuan Du, the Great Taoist, had spoken.
"Duobao, fellow cultivator, Huanglong is a disciple of the School of Chen, and he should be taken care of by the South Pole. Hand him over to him."
Duobao's divisional body returned to his original form, holding Huanglong True Man's robe: "If I don't hand it over, how would Brother handle it?"
