The Black Dragon Ancestor hurriedly asked who it was, and Zhu Ganglie smiled and said: "This person has great magical powers, known as the Great Buddha, and his cultivation is much better than me, with his help, he will definitely be able to get rid of the evil and take away his innate immortal aura." ”

The Black Dragon Ancestor was silent, if Zhu Ganglie really invited the immortal masters, he was afraid that after getting rid of the evil spirit, the next person to deal with would be himself. Seeing this, Lao Zhu hurriedly said: "This person must have been seen by Taoist friends, when it was said that among the nine people who besieged Hongjun, the red-clothed Taoist was the Great Buddha, also known as Lu Zhuan Daojun." He has a strange art that can make the immortal flying knife, and no one can beat it. ”

The Black Dragon Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief, although the level of land pressure was strong, it was not in his eyes, the three-legged golden crow could open mountains and split stones, tear apart the continent, and the immortal flying knife could cut off the human primordial god and break the human body, but these two skills could not restrain the chaotic primordial god and the chaotic body. After all, he was a demon god born in chaos, and his physical strength was naturally similar to that of the eight-turn golden body, how could it be comparable to the Dao method that he had refined the day after tomorrow?

The Black Dragon Ancestor smiled: "That's the case, Zhu Ba Ancestor go and come back quickly." As for your two fellow Daoists, please stay here, and take care of them as your masters. "But he wants to leave Wukong and the six-eared macaque as hostages, so as not to let Zhu Ganglie never return.

The six-eared macaque threw glances at Zhu Ganglie one after another, suggesting that he should not agree, lest he fall into the hands of the black dragon. Lao Zhu didn't see it, and said with a smile: "Then please take care of it." Daoyou's creation gourd, at the moment, the poor Dao still has some use, and after half a year, it will definitely be returned. ”

This gourd is extremely important to the black dragon, he dares to fight against the evil one, how much is relying on this treasure to restrain the evil spirit, hearing the words and immediately said: "This treasure is extremely important, it has not yet been sacrificed to maturity, Taoist friends use it carefully, within half a year, be sure to rush back, and the poor Dao can also have time to refine it to perfection." ”

Zhu Ganglie agreed angrily, left Wukong and Liu'er, and got up. The Black Dragon Ancestor was hospitable to Wukong and the others, and ordered ten dragon gods to follow before and after, called serving, but it was actually surveillance. Wukong's face did not change, and he was still meditating and cultivating, but the six-eared macaque was very anxious, jumping around him, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned into the monkey's ear and said: "Senior brother, the little master left us here, I'm afraid that the black dragon demon god is brave and invincible, and he slipped away!"

Wukong ignored it, and Liu'er said again: "Where does he have any friendship with Lu Jian Daojun?" It is clearly to take the opportunity to slip away, let us be substitutes for the dead ghosts, senior brother according to my idea, it is important for us to find a chance to escape!"

Wukong was impatient with his quarrel, opened his eyes, and said: "Although he is cunning and calculating, he is not a good person, but he has one benefit, that is, he keeps his promises." This alone is a hundred times better than others! You have been with him for a long time, but have you ever seen him untrustworthy?"

The six-eared macaque scratched his head and thought about it carefully, although Zhu Ganglie was giggling, he really hadn't seen him lose his trust, so he was relieved.

Let's say that Zhu Ganglie changed into a pig dragon, and his huge body was coiled on the arm of Hongjun's incarnation, flying to the Yuanyuan Continent, looking at it, but seeing that the entire continent was like a furnace, magma was rolling everywhere, and the demon flames were flying. Those countless primeval poisonous dragons roasted the desolation into charcoal, and the heat was unbearable, and the bells in the two Sun True Palaces were still ringing endlessly, loud and far away. As soon as the bell rang, thousands of poisonous dragons were shocked and killed, and their huge bodies fell from the air, splashing a huge wave of magma for hundreds of meters.

Although the demonic flame of the primeval poisonous dragon is powerful, not all the creatures in the continent are extinct, and there are still millions of mountains shooting out all kinds of immortal light in the rolling flames, fixing the surrounding flames, and the mountains are surrounded by auspicious clouds. These caves in the mountains are mostly the dwellings of the indigenous masters of the flood wilderness, and when they see the catastrophe coming, they will take action to protect the living beings of one side, which can be regarded as an immeasurable merit.

As for those living beings who died, their souls wandered without roots, and many evil cultivators began to use all kinds of evil methods to collect the souls in the air and prepare to cultivate powerful magical treasures.

The most attractive of all the souls to those evil cultivators is the spirit of the primeval poisonous dragon, these poisonous dragons were born and resurrected in the Sun True Palace, and the soul has long been trained to be extremely tough, which is really a good material for exercising evil treasures!

Zhu Ganglie had already sacrificed the gourd of creation, desperately collecting the floating scattered souls, as soon as this gourd came out, countless souls suddenly whimpered and screamed, and their bodies were involuntarily sucked into it. Those Qi cultivators with low cultivation couldn't compete with him at all, so they had to stare dryly, there were only three or five places in the Flood Desolate Continent where there was a strong gravitational force, which was not inferior to the Creation Gourd.

One of them is in the Zixiao Palace of the Great Kunlun Mountain, the dark clouds above the head of the Emperor Buddha are surging, and countless souls are sucked into the brain, and they are continuously injected into the body, but the body of the Buddha is large and small, the big one is a million zhang huge, and the small one is as small as a mustard seed.

The purpose of his move is the same as Zhu Ganglie's, to attract the lonely soul in the flood wilderness, and forcibly refine and repair his own soul, although the soul of the ancient poisonous dragon is tough, but compared with Hongjun's original soul, it is still too weak, so every time the Buddha of the Emperor Buddha absorbs a batch of souls, he has to compress and refine.

His supernatural powers are getting stronger and stronger, and the power caused by him is getting bigger and bigger, and he is not inferior to the gourd of creation, so that the Buddhist guardian gods of the Great Kunlun Mountain are frightened and admired.

Another place where powerful souls are drawn is a mysterious place in the hinterland of the Yuan and Yuan Continents, which is a deep canyon, unfathomable, like two crescent moons together, so the Hong Wilderness is called the February Valley. When the bell of the Sun True Palace rang, there were ten thousand golden lights rushing up from the valley, and the golden lights were like swimming dragons, circling around. Those souls were attracted by the golden light and threw themselves into the valley.

Many powerful monks knew that there must be an innate treasure born at the bottom of the valley, and they threw themselves into the valley to search, but none of them came out alive. The soul in the valley is also like a mud cow into the sea, and it disappears without a trace. Seeing this, the other great monks knew that the power of this magic weapon was beyond imagination, and they were afraid that they would not be able to take it out, and they were reluctant to leave, so they all stood on the February Mountain and watched.

It didn't take long for countless varnish paint monsters to suddenly crawl out of the valley, covered in slime, head and tail, but green dragons, scrambling out of the valley, plowing deep ditches on the ground, and swarming away. After a while, I saw a group of monsters crawling out of the valley, it was a monk who had just entered the valley to hunt for treasures, dragons and snakes were mixed, the magic weapon was lost, and he ran out bare-assed, and he was covered in mucus and his face was dull. The monks who knew each other hurriedly found acquaintances to inquire, but they did not know what was happening in the valley, nor who they were, like newborn babies.

When the monks saw this, they were so frightened that they no longer dared to go into the valley to inspect it, and they dispersed one after another.

Zhu Ganglie held the soul searching and creation gourd, while breaking through the fire clouds that enveloped the continent, swayed up, came to the Sun True Palace, broke through the huge bubble, went deep into it, and found the East Imperial Palace, but saw that the eight primeval dragons were hiding in the palace, trembling with fright, and trembling.

The sound of the bell from the depths of the sun became more and more urgent, continuous, shaking the entire sun to tremble, infinite flames gushing, and the true fire of the sun was also blown into the universe, and flames rolled everywhere.

Zhu Ganglie asked loudly: "Those eight stupid things, where is your master?"

Eight dragon teeth and giant fangs, fighting up and down, tinkling, just shivering, foaming at the mouth, where can they speak. Seeing this, Lao Zhu shook his head, got up and went to the depths of the sun, and walked for many miles before he came to the core of the sun, but saw that the original chaotic vitality had already melted away, and only six quaint bells were left hanging in the air.

Under the six bells, there was a man in a dragon robe, with a clear and handsome appearance, eyebrows like a phoenix, not angry and self-imposing, wearing a yellow dragon robe, quite a king's style, and was frowning and asking the red-clothed Taoist who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and said: "You are so unreasonable, I was just born, how can I have a relationship with you?"

The red-clothed Daoist was none other than Lu Zhuan Daojun, with tears in his eyes, he looked at the man stupidly, and muttered: "Father...... Father ...... "His voice came from the bottom of his heart, like crying and complaining, which made people cry when they heard it."

Zhu Ganglie remembered the origin of Lu Zhuan Daojun, sighed, came behind Daojun, was stunned for a long time, and said: "If you come, Buddhism has clouds, all love will be rare, and impermanence will be rare for a long time." This person is just a god born in the Sun True Palace, born with the god bell, born in response to luck, and looks a little like Emperor Jun Xian, where will it be your father. Idiot, idiot, haven't you woken up yet?"

The god under the six-mouth bell suddenly laughed and said, "Emperor Jun, good name, from now on, Emperor Jun will be my title." ”

Lu Jian Daojun's body trembled, slowly got up, glanced at the man with complicated eyes, shook his head and said: "You are not Emperor Jun, and Emperor Jun is not you, just as I am not a Buddha, and Buddha is not me." Daojun turned around, bowed to Zhu Ganglie, and said, "Thank you Daoyou for the people who can't wake up." ”

Zhu Ganglie hurriedly returned the salute: "Daojun is just fascinated by the skin, even if I don't mention it, with Daojun's cultivation, I will wake up sooner or later, why thank me?"

Lu Jian Daojun shook his head and said, "I will finally accept your favor and return it sooner or later." Daojun lifted his spirits, pointed to the sky with one hand, pointed to the ground with the other, and said loudly: "When my father was born, he set up the heavenly court, and he worked diligently to maintain the peace of the world. It was only because of the calamity that he was poisoned. I hereby make a grand wish, inherit my father's last wish, re-establish the heavenly court, and reproduce the majesty of the demon clan! If I can't control heaven and earth, I will not preach, and if I can't redefine the heaven and earth, I will not preach!"

Daojun said, a ball of clear air rushed out of his head, and he turned into an emperor on the ground, looking like the newly born emperor, but there was the emperor's qi hovering above his head. Lu Jian Daojun said to Zhu Ganglie: "Fellow Daoist, a few years ago, I made an evil wish to kill Hongjun, but Hongjun lost his life at your hand, so that my evil wish could not be fulfilled. Although he beheads the corpse again at this moment, there is no hope for enlightenment in this life. Fellow Daoist, you once promised me to be the Emperor of Heaven and protect my life, but don't forget it. ”

Lao Zhu nodded and smiled: "I haven't forgotten, Daojun can rest assured." It's just that this person came into being at the right time, and he is the Emperor of Heaven, what should I do with it?"

"Kill it naturally!" Lu Jian Daojun's eyes flashed, and he said indifferently: "The new Heavenly Court has not yet been established, and it is still necessary to suppress the innate treasure of luck." ”

(To be continued)