Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Originally, Zhunti was thinking about it, looking for an opportunity to kill Hongyun.

But unexpectedly, Hongyun became a saint.

In this way, the cause and effect can only be resolved by normal means.

But the cause and effect of this chance of sanctification is extremely profound.

Even though the lead has been sanctified, he still can't afford it now.

The two saints of the West are not only poor, but also unlucky.

Zhun mentions the usury owed to heaven.

Jieyin ate the king's meal, but the money will have to be paid sooner or later.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Zhunti is worried about Zhongzhong.

Fighting for a seat in Zixiao Palace, the two of them plotted against Hongyun.

"Cold salad!"

"That's actually not the trickiest part."

"Senior brother asks you, whose ashram used to be this Mount Sumeru?"

Jieyin had a sad face, and his tone was heavy.

"The Demon Ancestor Rahu!"

"He will return sooner or later, what shall we do!"

"The way of heaven is not fair, is it true that Mount Sumeru really has no destiny with my senior brother?"

Zhunti cried bitterly, he didn't want to give up Mount Sumeru.

In the battle between Taoism and demons, the ancestor Luohu detonated the western land line, and then fled to chaos.

Since then, their brothers and sisters have become the strongest in the West.

This Mount Sumeru naturally belongs to them.

But this time, the Demon Ancestor Luohu appeared.

His strength was such that he was able to toughen Hongjun Daozu, and even threatened Hongyun with suicide as a threat to help Hongyun become a saint.

Such a strong person, Zhunti Jieying would not have the guts to be an enemy to him.

"Mount Sumeru, don't hand it over."

"When Rahu returns, I will have to compete with him to compete for the ownership of Mount Sumeru."

"Don't forget, we still have Daozu Hongjun."

A murderous look flashed in Jie Yin's eyes.

This Mount Sumeru, as the best fairy family blessed land in the West, is also the base camp of Western religion.

It is impossible for Jieyin to hand over Mount Sumeru.

"Then in case, we can't beat it."

"Even if Daozu doesn't help us, what will we do?"

Zhunti scratched his head, thinking deeply.

After all, they are only registered disciples of Daozu.

You know, registered disciples are dispensable.

"Junior brother, you already have a plan in your heart, don't you?"

"If the way of heaven is unfair, then I will kill the immortal and become a demon, and vow to find a place for my sect to live."

Jieyin used great mana to stir up the secrets, preventing Tiandao and Hongjun from noticing his conversation with Zhunti.

"Brother, brother supports you."

"Everyone in the world knows that the two of us in the west are rascals, but they don't know that our desire to seek the Tao is stronger than a rock."

"Sanqing, they enjoy the legacy of Pangu."

"Nuwa, there is a destiny destined for me."

"Kunpeng is the teacher of the monster clan, with the Blood Lord of Styx as the backstage."

"Red Cloud, now even more protected by Demon Ancestor Luohu."

"Only my senior brother, no one to rely on."

Zhunti looked ferocious and indignant.

He and Yingying really don't have a big background.

"The two sages of the West don't rely on others, only on themselves."

"What about immortals, what about Buddhas, and what about demons."

"As long as I can survive in this cruel predicament, even if I fall into the endless sea of ​​suffering, I will have no complaints."

"One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon."

"Becoming a Buddha or a demon is all in one thought."

The tone of the quotation is calm, but extremely tenacious.

Words contain endless power.

The western leylines are broken and devastated.

Their brothers and sisters have been cleaning up this mess for countless years.

In order to win the opportunity, the two won the seats of Zixiao Palace at the expense of face and shamelessness.

But all of this is for enlightenment and for survival.

"Brother, you have realized it!"