"Too much deception!"

"Zhun Ti, you dare to bully me like this!"

In Zixiao Palace, when Nuwa saw this scene, her pretty face turned pale with anger, trembling all over, and she couldn't help but take out the red hydrangea and smash it towards Mount Meru.

On Mount Meru, the quasi-Daoist ran quickly to the Daoist, and his mouth kept shouting: "Woe! Senior brother, I'm going here, I'm in big trouble!"

"I, a saint, will not die for eternity, and will survive forever, what calamity can there be? Senior brother does not need to be so alarmed, and come to his brother!"

The usher smiled, and did not take the words of the would-be speaker to heart, but felt that he was making a fuss.

In the midst of the desolation, the saints are invincible beings, and what calamities can affect them.

However, as soon as the words of the Daoist fell, before the Daoist could reply, he saw a huge red hydrangea, dragging a long tail flame, flying from the sky and crashing into Mount Meru.

Nuwa made a move with hatred, without any worries, the power of the saints all exploded, how powerful it was, it could be called a horizontal pressure on the heavens, no matter how exquisite the Western formation was, how could it be stopped?

"Boom!"

With a boom, the entire Mount Meru shook, and huge cracks appeared, and a section of the mountain fell off and smashed into the open sea, setting off boundless waves.

For a while, the vicinity of Mount Meru was turbulent, the smoke and dust were filled, the huge waves were monstrous, and countless living beings fled in a hurry, making a good Elysium become a miasma.

"Nuwa, you ......"

Mount Meru can be said to be the root of his life, and now this trauma is causing the pain in the hearts of the Taoists, which can be imagined. How could he not be angry, he immediately took out the Qinglian Treasure Flag and wanted to hit Nuwa.

"Senior brother, by all means!"

The prospective Daoist hurriedly ran forward and grabbed the Daoist to prevent him from making a move.

Today's incident was originally their fault, let Nuwa vent, and the matter was over.

But if you do it, this matter will be a big problem, if you want to understand this cause and effect, you still don't know how much to pay, what is the price?

"Why did my junior brother stop me?"

"Affected by this blow, Mount Meru was seriously damaged, and if you want to repair it, I don't know how much it will take and how much time it will take!"

"Moreover, if we are already weak in the West, if we are humiliated by this and do not fight back, will we not provoke the shame of the people of the world?"

"In that case, what face will we have to go to the East to preach?"

Even if he was pulled by the quasi-Daoist, the Daoist was still angry, and grabbed the Qinglian Baose Flag in his hand, wanting to teach Nuwa a lesson and let the sentient beings of the desolation know:

Western teaching, not easy to provoke!

"Senior brother, it's all my fault, it's all my brother's fault, it's my brother's own fault!"

Forcibly taking down the Qinglian Treasure Flag, the Quasi-Daoist said with a wry smile, and told the Daoist everything that had happened before.

"Alas, junior brother, you are confused!"

sighed helplessly, and the person who took the Dao back his supernatural power was not good to fight back.

"Nuwa Daoyou, this matter is my fault, I am here to make a compensatory to Daoyou!"

"Now that the Taoist friendship has also been sprinkled, Mount Meru has also suffered a lot of damage, and the junior brother has also been reprimanded by the teacher, are the Taoist friends still satisfied?"

"Can you receive supernatural powers?"

It is worthy of being a saint who is known for his soul, but in an instant, the Taoist adjusted his mentality, regained his compassionate appearance, and said to the red hydrangea in the air.

"Humph!"

"Next time, I swear I won't take a break!"

With a cold snort, Nuwa put away the red hydrangea and returned to the sky. With one to two, if it weren't for the reason, Nuwa would not dare to be overly persecuted.

"I'm sorry, brother!"

When the matter calmed down, the quasi-Daoist looked at the messy Mount Meru and said with a little guilt.

"It's okay, junior brother is also thinking about me in the West, just pay attention next time!"

At this point, it is useless to regret it, and the person who leads the Tao cannot blame the quasi-Taoist because of this, so he can only put the matter down.

"It's a little strange that the teacher is here, but I didn't notice it at all!"

"How can the gap between the same saints be so big? Could it be that the teacher has reached the realm above the saints?"

I thought that if I became a saint, even if I couldn't compare with Hongjun, I could at least figure out some of his realm, but today's incident was a big blow to the Daoist.

Hongjun Dao people have come to the door, and he has not even noticed it at all, it is extremely terrifying.

..................

"Eighty-nine Xuangong?"

"This quasi-Daoist is generous!"

After reading the information from the quasi-Daoist, Feng Zichen sighed.

Eight or nine Xuangong, the first refining body exercise method of Buddhism, cultivating supreme mana, in order to become a relic, refining the immortal golden body, indestructible and undefeated, suppressing the world of the ten directions.

However, his good intentions were destined to be in vain.

"Left side door!" For this method, Feng Zichen is very disdainful.

In terms of mana, he has the Sanqing inheritance, and he has the congenital existence of the Sanyuan Taoist Sutra, which is only stronger than the eight or nine Xuangong.

In terms of refining the body, he has the Pangu inheritance, the Chaos Demon God inheritance, and any one of them is stronger than the eight or nine Xuan Gong. It can be said that in the desolation, except for the ancestral witch, no one can match.

This method is passed on by saints and cannot be passed on to outsiders at will. In this way, it seems a little redundant in his hands.

"Let's leave it alone!"

"The most important cause and effect in the West, what is in it, the secret hand that I don't know, once I cultivate, who knows what will happen?"

"To be on the safe side, it's better not to think about it!"

Thinking like this, Feng Zichen used his magical powers, sealed all the memories of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, sank them to the depths of the sea of knowledge, and completely forgot them.

"Let's go!"

After doing all this, Feng Zichen jumped into the void, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the land of the West Pole.

......

In the land of the West Pole, the innate Gengjin qi is pervasive, very sharp, scraping on people's bodies, like a knife cut, and it hurts incomparably.

The further he went, the sharper the innate Gengjin qi became, and in the end, every innate Gengjin qi blew in, no less than a blow from Da Luo, forcing Feng Zichen to stop and shout inward:

"Terran Zichen Clan, come to visit the White Tiger Holy Venerable!"

Among the Five Elements Holy Beasts, only the patriarch of the three clans dominates the flood wilderness and can be called His Majesty. Although Xuanwu and White Tiger have a high status, they are only the deputies of Zu Long and Lin Zu after all, and their status is half weak.

"Huh?"

"Why didn't anyone answer?"

"It's rare that the White Tiger Saint Venerable is asleep?"

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Feng Zichen couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and was about to continue shouting, when he saw a magnificent golden light sweeping over.

"Not good!"

Shocked in his heart, Feng Zichen hurriedly took out a cyan orb and sacrificed it, the bright light flickered, and the Nine Heavens Gang Wind roared out, blocking all the golden light.