strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 94 [Release the bait, God's strategy]

The scramble between the two pieces of good fortune brought the forces of all parties to the surface, but the sky and the earth were dimmed by a few powerful players, and Zhang Jingxu was finally taken advantage of.

There is peace between heaven and earth.

The boundless thick fog swept across again.

It was another night full of danger everywhere.

The old man in the southern region returned to the palace. He glanced at the brightly lit palace and let out a helpless sigh.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a "Buddha's name" loudly, and the voice said like a mosquito: "Amituofo, sin, the poor monk violated all the Buddhist precepts, and he should go to the Avici Hell to be punished. It is a pity that the hell has been lost. Where can a poor monk go to punish himself..."

The old man sighed, and once again looked at the brightly lit palace, where the singing was beautiful, and the emperor was having fun.

The old man was full of bitterness, and murmured, "I don't know if this is the hundreds of generations of descendants of the poor monk, I really want to go over and slap them to death."

But he didn't move in the end, but shook his head desolately, moved slowly, and walked into the deepest darkness of the palace.

In the great battle in ancient times, he chose to run away, while countless fellow disciples chose to fight to the death, fighting bravely and fearlessly to death.

Before they died, they scolded him as a living person.

Even the Buddha became angry and expelled him from Buddhism before he passed away.

Since then, he has lived in the world.

marry a wife.

Give birth.

And he relied on the [-] mountains in the Southern Region to set up a large formation that has been ridiculed.

As long as this large formation is attacked, it will immediately turn upside down, not only shattering a hundred thousand mountains, but also sweeping half of the human world.

It is clear that barefoot is not afraid of scoundrels who wear shoes.

If the half-human world is shattered, the income of the gods of other worlds will definitely decrease, so although those gods of other worlds are angry, they have not been tough from beginning to end.

So, he turned a blind eye and let him live.

He survived for countless years, and his descendants continued to spread, slowly establishing a country.

Because of him sitting in town, the country is considered to be top-notch in the human world. Ordinary people yearn for peace and keep migrating here.

It gradually became the largest country in the southern region.

"Amitabha, you are guilty, you are guilty, the poor monk ran away, and failed to die with the Buddhas."

"But I am full of difficulties, but you find it difficult to understand..."

"Under the calamity, the saints cannot escape, and the gods from other worlds invade and plunder, but it is the mortals in the human world who suffer."

"The poor monk was once reincarnated as a mortal, and he knows the insignificance of mortals. I am scolded all over my body, but I will survive."

"Only by surviving can there be hope!"

"Survive and protect mortals."

"Amitabha, good and good."

In the darkness deep in the palace, the old man muttered to himself and fell into silence, but there was a soft light in the darkness.

That is the light of merit.

"Wukong, Bajie, are you still alive? It's hard for me to persevere as a teacher, and I miss you as a teacher..."

……

Meanwhile, the northern edge.

In an igloo, there was a burly man cursing and swearing, and kept saying: "It's a loss, it's a big loss, the treasure was not snatched, and the mana consumption is too high. His grandma's, I am afraid it will not be able to make up for hundreds of years." .”

A slender woman next to her approached cautiously, and said timidly, "High Priest, did you suffer a lot from the battle just now?"

The burly man snorted and continued cursing: "Fighting with those people, how can it not consume a lot of energy? He's a bitch, and he needs to save mana in the future."

The woman looked hesitant, and after a while, she whispered, "Why don't you, Lingxiang, go to open the treasure house, get some spiritual liquid, and restore your lost mana?"

The burly man shook his head suddenly, his head was like a rattle drum, and said: "No, no, I can't bear to use it. Ever since those miscellaneous hairs invaded and controlled most of the way of heaven, they have locked up all the people in the Three Realms in order to kill those who practice mana. Aura..."

As he spoke, he cursed, and continued to say: "In the three realms today, there is no spiritual energy left. If you want to restore mana, you can only rely on the spiritual liquid stored before. There is no other way. However, How can I be willing to use it?"

He glanced at the woman and said with a sigh: "At my level of cultivation, I can drink up all the spiritual liquid in one gulp. What will you do when the time comes? Are you going to watch your cultivation regress? Once your cultivation regresses, you will lose your human form." Difficult to maintain..."

The woman pursed her lips and said quietly: "It's nothing more than turning into a wild beast again, and it will no longer be a monster race."

The burly man snorted and said: "Even if you guys don't care, what about the entire northern ice field? In this world, there are dangers everywhere at night. If you want to protect ordinary people, you must have monks. Those monks have low mana. Every year I look forward to receiving the spiritual liquid from me, if I drink it all in one gulp, who will protect the mortals in the entire ice country?"

The woman is silent.

After a long while, she said hesitantly, "How about letting them switch to the way of priests?"

The burly man was startled for a moment, then he became furious, and shouted: "This is a conspiracy by thieves from other worlds. To convert to a priest, you need to hand in merit to them. Every time you hand in a merit, the world's luck will be robbed. If things go on like this If we go on, our Heavenly Dao will be even more unbearable..."

The woman's face was full of misery, and said quietly: "The way of heaven can't hold it anymore."

The burly man stood there dumbfounded.

After half a day passed, he sighed extremely desolately, and murmured: "When the Dao of Heaven is completely invaded, we will all be wiped out."

Suddenly roared and cursed: "Damn it, fuck it. If I can get the fragments tonight, I can set up a formation with the power of good fortune, and the entire northern ice field will reappear aura. When the time comes, I will recover my mana. You can fight the dog thief viciously again..."

The woman was even more miserable, and said quietly again: "Unfortunately, the fragments disappeared quietly."

The burly man was silent.

……

This night's shard fight, the great powers of all parties were certainly disappointed, but in the heavenly court, the two great gods were also very depressed.

Especially the gun-wielding god who personally shot down two fragments, the anger and aggrievedness in his heart were almost uncontrollable, and his roar resounded everywhere in the vast divine court.

On the contrary, the goddess of moonlight behaved calmly.

She quietly looked at the gun-wielding god, until he finished expressing his anger, then said slowly: "I had a proposal before that a priest selection contest should be held in the lower realm. Through this method, the successors of the ancient immortals will be searched and killed. I originally planned to implement it slowly, but now it seems that I need to speed up..."

The gun-wielding god was panting unevenly, obviously still angry in his heart, and growled viciously: "Then speed up, find all the successors of the ancient immortals, kill them all, kill them all."

The Goddess of Moonlight shook her head slowly, and said with a faint smile: "Since the ancient war, although there are no ancient immortals, you and I both know that the ancient immortals have left a lot of inheritance. Whether it is a relic or a treasure, The way of heaven in this world has been working hard to cover up, and always choose some lucky ones to inherit."

"These lucky ones are the successors of the ancient immortals. Since ancient times, we have killed countless crops, but after killing crops one after another, we still can't clean them from the root."

She said, glanced at the gun-wielding god, and said slowly: "The root cause is that there are not only ancient immortal successors in the lower realm, and the reason why those lucky ones can escape the search and killing is because those living ancient immortals are secretly protecting them. "

The gun-wielding god snorted coldly, and said viciously: "I have suggested to you a long time ago to get rid of all those old things, but you always refuse to agree, insisting on saying something to maximize the benefits..."

The Moonlight Goddess smiled slightly, and said, "Don't you want to maximize your benefits? Are you willing to drive those people to their deaths? For example, in the Southern Realm of the Lower Realm, the old monk set up a formation with the help of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Once we forcibly The attack will immediately cause the earth to overturn, even if it will not affect the entire human world, but a third of it will collapse."

"We are here to seek luck, not to tear down this world. Only with the help of luck in the whole world can we hope to be promoted to become an ancient god... Don't you want to become an ancient god?"

The gun-wielding master fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, he said coldly, "What are you going to do?"

The Moonlight Goddess smiled softly, but her eyes flickered fiercely, and said: "This time, I plan to put the bait..."

(End of this chapter)