The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 313
After hearing Ye Wuxin's crooked words and heresy, Taoist Ran Deng's eyes widened angrily, and his original expression of pity for heaven and earth could hardly be maintained anymore.

How could a dignified saint, who is also the honor of the emperor, be so shameless?
Those three demons pretending to be beauties disturbing the court, how could they hide from the eyes of a saint like you, Bo Yikao devoted himself to saving his father, and in order to protect Tangjiangshan, he attacked the evildoers around you with Yaoqin.

After that, Bo Yikao was chopped into meat stuffing by the three monsters and sent to Ji Chang, and forced him to eat his own son's flesh and blood.

Although the person doing this is the three evildoers who cultivated on Xuanyuan's tomb, but as a saint, you Emperor Xin, if those three evildoers hadn't been instructed by you, how could those three evildoers do such appalling things?

As for the flying bear falling into the dream, it is you, a senseless and stupid king, who is to blame. If you accumulate virtue and do good deeds, how can the calamity of this calamity be due to your generation.

Taoist Ran Deng only dared to think about these words in his heart, and did not dare to criticize him in the face of the saint's incarnation. It will become a reputation for the benefit of tongue.

"Although your Excellency is worthy of being a saint, this Yin Shang is bound to perish at this time. Even if the Taoist friend is a saint, he can't change the fate of this destiny."

Ye Wuxin had a sneer on his face. How could he not know what the other party was planning?
"Whether the Yin Shang is dead or not, is it something you, an ant, can decide casually? Is it true that you can provoke a saint after listening to Taoism in Zixiao Palace for several years?"

"If you can't become a saint, you are doomed to fail to become a saint. No matter whether you become an immortal or a god, or become a Taoist or a Buddha, your path in this life is also doomed to come to an end."

As the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and you don't expose your shortcomings when you curse someone.Ye Wuxin's words really made Taoist Ran Deng's face extremely gloomy.

Those who listened to the Tao in Zixiao Palace were all supernatural powers, Sanqing's roots were unfathomable, Nuwa had Fuxi to help, and the two Western sages relied on their lack of shame, so they won two seats.

Although he, Taoist Ran Deng, was one of the people heard in Zixiao Palace, since he heard the sermon, his fate in this life has been fixed, and at most he will be the quasi-sage in this life.

A quasi-sage is a quasi-sage. Although he has the word "sacred", it is still very different from a real saint.

Even though he is the vice-master of Chanjiao, one of the two teachings between heaven and earth, and is respected and admired by many people who have cultivated immortals and attained the Tao, he is not a saint after all.

Originally, he had been exploring the Dao fruit without joy or sorrow, and cultivated his morality, which was worthy of his current status.

But suddenly there was another saint inexplicably in the world, and this was the main reason why Taoist Ran Deng ignited the unknown fire.

He practiced penance for tens of Yuanhui, but the fruit of becoming a saint fell on a young boy, which made him a quasi-sage and great power, how could he not be angry, how could he not be angry!

"What do you mean by Daoist Di Xin? Although I am a quasi-sage, I am not as respected as a saint in Taoism, but I am not willing to let you hurt your face for no reason. If you and I are fighting at this moment how?"

Ye Wuxin almost died of joy when he heard that Taoist Ran Deng wanted to fight with him here.Zhengchou has no way to reduce the monks with great supernatural powers on the side of elucidation and teaching. This is clearly to give him the opportunity.

"Oh? If Fellow Daoist Burning Lantern has such a good mood, then I will play with you here. If Fellow Daoist dies, don't blame Gu for not being merciful."

Taoist Ran Deng looked solemn and said to himself.

"One day, the auspicious colorful light flickers, and the five-color auspicious clouds can't fly through."

"The sound of the deer's cry in the sky, and the purple luscious color of the thousand-layered leaves."

"The middle door shows the true face, and the strange appearance is different from others."

"The rainbow of the divine dance penetrates the Han sky, and the treasure hanging on the waist has no life or death."

"Lighting lamps at the foot of Lingjiu Mountain, time to go to Pantao to add longevity." ①"

As soon as this poem came out, Master Huanglong wanted to stop it, but Boy Baihe stretched out his hand to stop it.

Taoist Ran Deng recited his own poem name in front of the saint, because he deliberately wanted to compete with the other party. At this moment, even if they wanted to stop it, they couldn't stop it.

Seeing this, Ye Wuxin flicked his sleeves, and the endless white clouds turned into swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and all kinds of weapons in the world attacked him in an instant.

The clouds and mist are misty, breathtaking, and there is no mercy in every gesture, vowing to get rid of the serious trouble of Daoist Randeng at this time, so as to preserve Jiejiao's strength.

Seeing that Ye Wuxin only used his own Taoism and was useless to use the spirit treasure in his hand, Taoist Ran Deng relaxed his mind and threw out one hundred and eight rosary beads in his hand.

In an instant, golden light filled the sky, and the endless swords and soldiers were faintly frozen in nothingness, unable to move an inch.

Daoist Randeng deserves to be the existence who has lived at the peak of Daluo Jinxian for a long time and is honored as a quasi-sage. This simple one-handed method can be defended impeccably with the cooperation of Lingbao, which is true.

"These rosary beads are a little tricky, and your tens of dollars will not be considered in vain, so you should be more serious."

During the conversation, hundreds of millions of weapons changed again and again, the steam was extremely hot and boiling, and patches of miasma of clouds and smoke rolled in like a sea poured from the sky.

The dust falls, the fog is misty, the smoke blows owls, the eyes are invisible, the closed clouds, the essence of white clouds and smoke, carrying the weight of chaos, suddenly presses towards the Taoist burning lamp.

At this moment, Duobao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, hastily left with his disciple, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, and the Huanglong Taoist and the Baihe boy retreated thousands of miles away, fearing that they would be caught in the clouds.

Faced with such Taoist techniques, Taoist Ran Deng's eyes were full of dignity. This kind of cloud and smoke Taoism is not like the technique of moving clouds and spreading rain. It has never been heard or seen in this world.

Since he made a bold statement with the Wudao Hunjun, he can't lose his momentum even if he burns the lamp, even if he is seriously injured, he must take over such supernatural powers.

I saw that the Taoist burning lamp stretched out his hand, and an ancient glazed lamp with a bronze color appeared in front of the Taoist burning lamp.

As the flame flickered slightly, the one hundred and one hundred rosary beads that were originally in danger became more stable, blocking waves of clouds and smoke from washing away.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wuxin sneered twice, knowing that Taoist Ran Deng was going to risk his life. Since Taoist Ran Deng used Ran Deng as his Taoist name, the glazed lamp in his hand was his last resort.

"The light of rice grains dares to shine in front of the brilliant sun, it is really beyond self-control. Today alone broke your glazed cup, which can be regarded as a lesson for you."

Ye Wuxin shook his hand, and a nine-foot long spear took shape, and threw it directly at the glass cup in the hand of the Taoist who burned the lamp.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Ran Deng closed his eyes slightly, thinking that he was doomed to death, and transported out the last purple gold bowl in his hand, which already seemed to be resigned to fate.

At this moment, a golden auspicious cloud appeared from the west, and three golden lotuses stood in front of the cloud spear.

Before anyone could be seen, a clear sound came from the west.

　Quoting the self-proclaimed god list, the appearance poem of the Taoist burning lamp

　　
　
(End of this chapter)