Zhun Ti, one of the six saints, is the deputy head of the Western Church.

The younger brother who leads the Taoist, the mana is profound, and he is the same generation as Taishang Laojun and Yuan Shi Tianzun. Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal level, at the same time, there is also a powerful Dharma Body, eighteen hands and twenty-four golden bodies, and the magic weapons of the Immortal Family: Seven Wonderful Treasure Trees, Blessed Divine Pestles, Six Pure Bamboos and other powerful artifacts.

No wonder she was able to hide from Nuwa, one of the six saints, and blame her son.

"I've seen a saint."

Cao Yi arched his hand neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Although the saint is powerful, if he desperately uses a little fatalism, it is not impossible to pull off the horse.

Zhun Ti was surprised by Cao Yi's reaction, in the past, when he encountered a casual cultivator below the saint level, he was either sincerely frightened or pretended to be indifferent, and it was rare for him to be so calm.

After all, a monk without the protection of a saint has no safety in front of a saint.

Especially in the face of a saint like him who has a not-so-good reputation.

swept back and forth on Cao Yi with a scrutinizing gaze a few times, and a little kind smile appeared on his long ruddy and white face: "There are few under the saint who can compare with you."

"The Saint Praised"

Cao Yi replied politely.

Secretly prepared for a decisive battle.

Zhun Ti's reputation is too bad.

Cao Yi suspected that in the next second, Zhun Ti would be like dealing with Kong Xuan, and suddenly, he would say, 'You have a relationship with my Western religion'.

Then, brazenly attacked.

"You have a relationship with my Western religion, it is better to join my Western religion"

The instinct to be eager for talent is still on display.

Here it comes!

Cao Yi's heart skipped a beat, and his face was still flat: "The saint is loved, and the younger generation is used to being alone"

"If you enter my Western Sect, firstly, you can get my guidance, and you can hope to preach the Dao Mixed Yuan Daluo, and secondly, the next catastrophe will be dangerous, and it will be difficult for you to be safe and sound with your cultivation."

Zhun Ti persuaded with a smile on his face.

Cao Yi almost didn't laugh.

Zhun Ti, a second-rate saint who relied on making a great wish, borrowing merits, and adding the Hongmeng purple qi given by Hongjun to achieve the Mixed Yuan Daluo, actually said that he would take him to fly together.

What about the face?

"The kindness of the saint is understood by the younger generations, and the younger generations have no intention of Da Luo"

Cao Yi refused with a serious face.

Zhun Ti's lips twitched, and his smile was a little stiff: "Daoist friends think about it again"

Cao Yi didn't want to fight with Zhun Ti on this issue, and his eyes fell on the poem written by Zhun Ti on the wall to tease Nuwa.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, don't meddle with it"

The smile on Zhun Ti's face was completely gone.

He is optimistic about Cao Yi, which does not mean that Cao Yi can interfere with his work.

Cao Yi had no intention of leaving.

The coldness on Zhun Ti's face became thicker: "What, you want to stop me?" ”

As a saint who is with the Heavenly Dao, he doesn't pay attention to the strong strength shown by Cao Yi killing Kunpeng.

"The sage is so calculating Nuwa Niangniang, I'm not afraid that Nuwa Niangniang will wake up and trouble you?"

Cao Yi said calmly.

Zhun Ti's gaze suddenly turned cold.

Cao Yi felt as if he was in the middle of ice and snow, a feeling he hadn't experienced for a long time.

One breath, two breaths...... After twenty breaths, Zhun Ti suddenly showed a gentle smile like a spring wind: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" ”

"The younger generation is not talented, and he still has confidence in a few tricks with the saint, but in this way, the saint's calculation of Nuwa Niangniang will be exposed"

Cao Yi said without flinching.

Quasi-raised his brow furrowed slightly.

Although he is not afraid of Nuwa, if Nuwa finds out, this matter will be in vain.

Thinking of this, he looked at Cao Yi's eyes more and more cold.

The previous solicitation idea disappeared without a trace.

"You should know that you stopped me for a while, but you can't stop me for a lifetime"

He said.

Cao Yi didn't speak, and looked at Zhun Ti quietly.

After a while, a soft grunt came out of Zhun Ti's nostrils and turned to leave.

Cao Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

As a last resort, he really didn't want to fight with Zhun Ti.

The little fatalism is against the sky, but if you want to burn your lifespan, you are afraid that you will burn all your lifespan to deal with an existence of the level of a saint.

Turning his gaze to the poem on the wall, Cao Yi waved his hand, and he looked like new.

After waiting for a while and confirming that there was no repetition, Cao Yi left Nuwa Palace.

Thirty-three days away, Wa Palace.

Nuwa, who had just returned from Huoyun Palace after congratulating the three saints of the Xuanyuan Human Race of Emperor Fuxi Yan, swept her eyes casually towards the world, and there was nothing abnormal in Nuwa Palace, except for some more sacrifices.

Only then did Nuwa remember that it was her birthday again.

Turning her gaze to Chao Ge, whose luck was declining not far away, Nuwa sighed.

The Shang Dynasty worshipped her as a righteous god, and she was about to fall, but she couldn't do anything.

"That's not right."

Nuwa suddenly felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that what she saw should not be like this.

She closed her eyes and speculated on the past and future with supreme magic.

I saw that vague fragments of the past and future continued to appear, and as time passed, it became more and more difficult to see, and suddenly everything became white.

Nuwa's face was slightly angry, but she was helpless, in the catastrophe, she couldn't clearly speculate on the past and future.

Suddenly, she caught a familiar breath.

She was stunned for a moment and said, "It's the monk surnamed Cao who killed Kunpeng, what is he doing in my Nuwa Palace?" ”

The past was gone, and she came to the door again, she couldn't hold back any longer, left the Wa Palace, and headed towards the world.

At the same time, Cao Yi came to the palace of the king of Chaoge, which was not magnificent.

Got the son received unprecedented courtesy.

As the lord of the Great Shang who has an unknown number of monks under his command, Zishou has already learned from various sources about Cao Yi's feat of killing Kunpeng in the Boundary Sea.

"National teacher, please"

Zishou lifted the wine bottle.

Cao Yi smiled slightly, and also picked up the wine bottle.

Almost at the same time, the two took a sip.

"There is Kong Xuan Daxian in Sanshan Pass, there is a national teacher in the capital, and the widow is worry-free"

Zishou put down the wine bottle and said with a smile.

Cao Yixin said that you were happy too early.

In this catastrophe, many saints were both players and referees. Not surprisingly, the Shang Dynasty had no chance of turning the tables at all.

"King, Xibohou is reversed"

A man hurried in and presented a scroll of papers.

Zishou spread out the paperwork and laughed angrily: "Xibohou's inscription is really ridiculous"

Cao Yi set his eyes on the paperwork and almost didn't have fun.

The first article of the text says that the son is good at wine and lustful.

Xibohou's woman is dozens of times that of Zishou, and she is embarrassed to say that Zishou.

The second article of the text says that the son is reused as a slave and excludes the noble princes.

It is also a sin to reuse slaves and strengthen centralization?

The third article of the text says that the son was sacrificed to the waste.

The sacrifices of this era were not later sacrifices, they were sacrificed by the living, and it was a sin for the son not to be sacrificed by the living.

Articles 4 and 5...... It's all a sin that can be put on anyone.

Using this kind of text to denounce the king of Xu, Xibohou is really a talent.

is very much like the likes of later generations who understand kings.

Zishou put down the paperwork, frowned, and said, "Ji Chang mentioned the names of many expounding monks in the text, I don't know if it was the instruction of the sage. ”