Naturally, the treatment of the two in the West cannot be compared with Sanqing and Nuwa.

When the Hongjun Daoist divided the treasure on the day, the four disciples passed on to each of them with an innate treasure.

As for the two Westerners, they were given two superb innate spirit treasures and sent them away.

Its eccentricity can be seen in general!

"Get up and speak!"

With a wave of his hand, he helped the quasi-Daoist up, and Hongjun Daoist said.

The saint is the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao in the flood wilderness, patrolling the heavens on behalf of the heavens, symbolizing the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, and has been saluting and speaking, what kind of system.

Yes, although Hongjun Daoist is unhappy in his heart, he will not let the quasi-Daoist bend down to speak.

"I don't know that the teacher's holy car is coming, and the disciple is not welcome, and I hope the teacher will forgive his sins!"

Seeing Hongjun Daoren's displeased face, the quasi-Daoist felt a sudden burst in his heart, and hurriedly asked for sin.

"You, a person, are already the respect of saints, the example of all spirits, how can you make such a shameless act and personally attack a junior?"

"Aren't you afraid of losing the majesty of a saint and being laughed at by a group of innate gods and demons?"

Thinking of what the quasi-Daoist did, Hongjun Daoist said angrily.

"The teacher is angry, and the disciple knows that he is wrong!"

"The disciple just saw that this person was extremely qualified, and he had a heart of love in his heart, so he couldn't help but take him down, and wanted to accept him as a disciple, stay by his side and teach him personally, so as to inherit my Western method!"

"I didn't have any scruples that I would lose the majesty of a saint because of this, and I hope the teacher will forgive my sins!"

Knowing the reason for the incident, the quasi-Daoist hurriedly explained. However, in front of Hongjun Daoren, he didn't dare to say anything about anything like having a relationship with my West, but said that he loved it and had no choice but to do it.

"Hugh has to quibble!"

"That person is obviously from the human race, and he has his own Nuwa to discipline him, so how can he use you to teach!"

"Moreover, you know that he is a disciple of Nuwa, and you still want to forcibly take him to Mount Meru, in your eyes, there is still the slightest friendship of Xuanmen, have you ever put Nuwa and the poor road in your eyes?"

Seeing that the Quasi-Daoist not only did not have the slightest intention of admitting his mistake, but was there, forcibly quibbling with his own care, Hongjun Daoist became more and more angry, and scolded him harshly.

"Teacher's anger!"

"Disciple will never dare to do this!"

Left and right are not right first, without scruples about Nuwa's face, how dare the quasi-Daoist continue to quibble, he couldn't help but lower his head, and he didn't dare to say in his mouth.

"Humph!"

"And remember this lesson, don't do it again in the future, the saint should be like a saint, take himself as an example of the desolation and all souls, and be cautious in words and deeds!"

With a cold snort, Hongjun Daoist said.

The Quasi-Daoist is already a saint, and the Hongjun Daoist is not good at punishing him, so he can only warn him and let him pay attention to his words and deeds.

"Disciple obeys!"

Seeing that the matter had passed, the Quasi-Daoist breathed a sigh of relief, waved his sleeves at Feng Zichen, and canceled the spell imposed on him.

"Whew!"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Feng Zichen didn't think about his own changes, he felt that the atmosphere around him was wrong, and he looked around, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

I don't know when, in front of him, suddenly there was a purple figure, transcendent.

The quasi-Daoist who frightened him was standing beside the figure obediently at this time, and he no longer saw his previous domineering posture.

The reason why he was called a human figure was because Feng Zichen couldn't see this person's face clearly at all. Obviously, this person was in front of his eyes, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, and he couldn't see it really.

"He ......"

"Who is it?"

The first time he saw this figure, Feng Zichen's heart gave birth to a feeling of looking up to the mountains.

I only feel that this person's momentum is hidden but not revealed, as majestic as a mountain, as vast as the sea, as deep as the starry sky, and as vast as the way of heaven.

Hongjun Daoist stood in the air like this, and the breeze blew his purple clothes fluttering, showing his supernatural appearance, but his appearance was not real.

But Feng Zichen only felt that this figure was as tall as heaven and earth. Quaint, desolate, like the silence of the primeval flood.

Feng Zichen only felt his heart beating inexplicably, knock! knock! he even heard the sound of his own huge heartbeat, as if he had seen the avenue!

Feng Zichen has debuted for so long, and he has seen many earth-shattering big names, but no one has ever given himself such a strong sense of impact and oppression like him!

This person is the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, the Dao!

"He is Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"

An extremely strong feeling surged into Feng Zichen's heart, and instantly made him understand the origin of the person in front of him.

"I've seen ......"

Feng Zichen was about to step forward to meet him, a breeze blew, and the figure of Hongjun Daoist scattered with the wind, but he couldn't say anything anymore halfway through the conversation.

"Xiaoyou, it seems that your fate with me in the West has not yet arrived, so Poor Dao will not leave you today, and when the fate arrives in the future, it will not be too late for Poor Dao to go to the East to cross you?"

Shaking his head with a little pity, the quasi-Daoist said to Feng Zichen.

"Sage, I have no connection with the West!

"The Taiqing sage also said that I have a relationship with Him and want to accept me as a disciple. ”

"No matter how you calculate it, I have no connection with the West. There are countless innate gods and demons in the East, so why should the saints stare at me for a lifetime?"

The quasi-Tidao person was so concerned that Feng Zichen was a little helpless, so he had to continue to pull out a piece of tiger skin, scare and scare him, and make him extinguish the idea of crossing himself to the west.

After all, it's not a pleasant thing to be remembered by a saint.

"Is there such a thing?"

"Your background is more complicated than Poor Dao thought. ”

"However, none of this matters, the more sought-after you are, the more it means that you are excellent, and you should join my Western Sect!"

"This law is given to you for the time being, as compensation for today's deeds. It can also let you understand the breadth and profundity of my Western Mystic Law!"

"You have been cultivating for a long time, and I hope that the next time we meet again, you have already cultivated into an immortal golden body, and you willingly enter my Western sect. ”

As he spoke, without giving Feng Zichen a chance to refuse, the Quasi-Daoist shot a golden light into his eyebrows and disappeared.

"This ......"

Perceiving the extra exercises in the sea of knowledge, Feng Zichen smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Next time?"

"There won't be a next time!"

Looking at the direction in which the Quasi-Daoist left, Feng Zichen muttered.

Soon, he will be the guest of honor of the Witch Clan, the thorn in the flesh and the thorn in the eye of the Demons. At that time, if the Quasi-Tidao crossed him to the west, he would offend both the Lich.

In the eyes of the Wu clan, this is not to take them in their eyes and dare to rob the witch clan's wizards;

In the eyes of the demon clan, this move of the Quasi-Ti Dao people undoubtedly showed their attitude, if they wanted to protect Feng Zichen, how could they not be angry.

At this time, it was the era when the two lich clans were in full swing, and if the quasi-Daoist really dared to take the risk of offending the two clans at the same time, he forcibly plundered him to the west, and Feng Zichen would admit it.