Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

"Senior Brother Xuandu is probably not living in a dream." Ji Zang smiled:

"Why can't we in the West compete for the treasure when it comes to the world?"

"Of the thirty or so of you, are half of them from the human race?" Duobao said:

"You don't have half a human race, but you covet the human race's treasure. What use are you to the human race? You dare to come here to compete for the human race's treasure."

"After we get the treasure, we will teach it to the human race. Everyone in the human race can practice my wonderful Western method." said an old Taoist.

"You won't give anything if you don't have treasure?" Taiyi sneered:

"As expected of you, you really pay attention to the human race's transactions. If you give me a treasure, I will give you a method. If you don't give me a treasure, then I will not give you a method."

"Elder brother." Guangchengzi smiled: "Does the human race need Western magic?"

"Western methods are deviant and deviate from the truth, emphasizing that the four elements are all in vain." Xuandu narrowed his eyes:

"You fellow Taoists want to cut off the roots of the human race."

"You're talking nonsense!" An old Taoist stood up:

"How can my Western Wonderful Dharma cut off the roots of the human race? Our Western Wonderful Dharma leads directly to the supreme avenue, how can it be said to cut off the roots?"

"Is everyone going to imitate you and pass away?" Taiyi waved his hand and mocked:

"Fellow Taoist, it's better not to fool the human race with these things. The human race has the golden elixir avenue and the great method of Uncle Taiqing. How can we use your method? Or is it that your Western method is comparable to Uncle Taiqing?"

Taiyi's words hit the nail on the head. In the West, there are different ways. Although all roads lead to the highest level, there are also high and low roads.

"Pindao, I'm still saying the same thing." Xuandu's voice rose a bit:

"Fellow Taoists, please come back."

"What if not?" Maitreya asked with a dangerous look.

"You can give it a try." Xuandu's eyes were filled with the charm of Yin and Yang.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense, and it seemed that the conversation was about to break down.

The disciples of the three religions all sacrificed their magic weapons at this moment, and Dongfang also sacrificed his magic weapons without the slightest hesitation.

Of course, the grade of the magic weapon...that can't be said.

Duobao's face was a little tangled. When Ji Heng saw this, he sent a message and asked, "What's wrong, Senior Brother Duobao?"

"Heng, do you think I should use the spiritual treasure from this bag or the spiritual treasure from another bag?"

Duobao's face was very tangled.

The corner of Ji Heng's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he complained in his heart about the big dog owner!

"Are you all so unreasonable?" Ksitigarbha chuckled and said:

"Fellow Taoists of the three religions, if you are so tense, doesn't it harm the saint's dignity?"

Taiyi looked at Ji Heng, who thought for a moment and then nodded.

Taiyi felt relieved instantly and whispered: "Western saint? Nianpi? How did these two words come together?"

As soon as these words came out, the anger of Western disciples was instantly ignited.

Taiyi has already started a group. If they don't pick up the group in the west, they will really lose the face of the saint. It would be fine if it was mentioned accurately, but! Their three major disciples were all disciples of the sage...

"Master Taiyi, you deserve to die." Some veteran cursed, and then a group of veterans activated the magic weapon.

Sa!

A majestic momentum pressed towards the group of Western disciples, instantly suppressing the atmosphere to freezing point.

The terror of this aura actually made Maitreya's eyes freeze.

Behind the people of the three religions, I saw a beautiful cyan figure stepping barefoot on the void three inches above the ground.

She walked forward slowly, and the disciples of the three religions made way for her. Her eyes were just looking at her fingers, and then looked at Xuandu.

Qingluan!

"Noisy, you guys are really unpleasant." Qingluan's indifferent tone made people shudder.

Those pair of phoenix eyes looked at Maitreya with coldness and indifference:

"I remember you, the rosary beads in Rahu's hand have now switched to the West?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked. It turned out that there was still this level of identity?

Hearing this, Maitreya's eyes were a bit fierce: "The Great Elder of the Feng Clan is not here to guard the door. What are you doing here?"

Qingluan glanced at Maitreya and said nothing. She didn't bother to answer such a weak question.

The terrifying aura has been suppressing the Western disciples. Western disciples whose cultivation level is lower than Da Luo are completely unable to move. Even if they are Da Luo's disciples, they dare not move even a little bit.

This went on for a long time. Qingluan looked at Xuandu, as if asking what to do.

Xuandu was very happy in his heart, and then gave a signal with his eyes.

Qingluan understood what Xuandu meant and said calmly:

"Get out now before you die."

"Isn't it Shi Lezhi, the Great Elder of the Phoenix Clan?" Maitreya squinted his eyes, and the only glimmer of his gaze revealed was very sinister:

"We are disciples of a saint!"

"They can get out." Qingluan looked at Maitreya with cold eyes:

"Take my hand."

As he spoke, Qingluan raised his left hand, and a green light bloomed slightly on it. This palm was filled with endless mysterious ice laws. If this place was not at the foot of the Saint Mountain, it would have been frozen for hundreds of millions of miles.

"Elder brother!" Jizo said to Maitreya with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, "Let's go."

Maitreya narrowed his eyes, then dispersed Qingluan's aura, and said:

"Western disciples, let's go."

The Western disciples were so relieved that they didn't care about anything else. They all turned into golden light and headed toward the West.

After all the Western disciples had escaped, Maitreya said slowly:

"Fellow Daoist Qingluan, we have recorded what happened today."

"Noisy." Qingluan snorted coldly, and then his body penetrated the void directly, and his left palm rushed towards Maitreya's chest!

In an instant, the rosary hanging on Maitreya's chest bloomed with golden light, and countless Taoist texts circulated on it. However, after only supporting a breath, it shattered and became dim.

Qingluan's palm hit Maitreya firmly, but Maitreya seemed to be fine, grabbed Qingluan's wrist, and said coldly:

"Fellow Taoist, stop immersing yourself in ancient dreams."

This scene shocked all the disciples of the three religions.

Maitreya? Withstood Qingluan's palm?

how can that be!

Guangcheng believed that if this slap hit him, he would never be able to resist at all!

But just when everyone was surprised, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Maitreya's mouth.

Ah, that's all right.

Maitreya threw Qingluan's arm away, then turned into a ray of light and chased the disciples in the west.

The disciples of the three religions breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

This scene almost frightened them. If Maitreya caught it, then the senior brother of the West must be too strong.

"Huh." Master Taiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death."

Suddenly being targeted by a bunch of people, Taiyi said it was impossible not to be afraid. How could he not be afraid? He was a quasi-sage!

"Hahahahaha." Zhao Gongming laughed a few times: "Taiyi Taoist friends are very powerful, and a few words can arouse the anger of the crowd."

"That's right." Bixiao said with a smile, "It's really a blessing to have you."

After driving away the Western disciples, the remaining disciples naturally burst into laughter.