Chapter 7: The Holy Man of All Heavens, the Young Master Refuses to Accompany Him!

  After a long time, finally in Zhang Zilong's expectation, a palace-dressed girl walked out. If not Hou Tu, then who else?

  Houtu seemed perplexed, constantly pondering why she hadn't fallen. Zhang Zilong walked up to her and bowed: "Houtu Niangniang is merciful, I, a humble monk, thank you on behalf of all living beings for your great virtue."

  Houtu smiled slightly, having accepted the information of reincarnation and understood everything. She looked at Zhang Zilong with a playful gaze: "Don't call me Houtu anymore, Houtu has fallen, now there is only Pingxin left. Besides, Yulong Daoist friend is indeed unparalleled in scheming, actually planning so deeply, Pingxin admires."

  After knowing Hou Tu, oh no, it was Ping Xin Niang Niang who said that she had been planning the merits of reincarnation from the beginning. Even if he had a thick face like a wall, he couldn't help but blush slightly: "Cough cough, Ping Xin Niang Niang please don't blame me, this time I have received your kindness, if there is any errand, Yu Long will not refuse even if it means death."

  Seeing this guy being squeezed by himself, Ping Xin no longer pursued the matter, after all, it's said that reincarnation is one's own inevitable fate. With a soft sigh: "Although I haven't fallen yet, I'm forever trapped in this cycle of rebirth, unable to escape. Although this time I've prolonged the luck of the Witch Clan, it's still insufficient. I hope, fellow Daoist, you'll consider this merit and ensure the continuation of my Witch Clan's bloodline in the future."

  Just as the two were talking, Minghe, who had been hiding in the Blood Sea, began to stir. Although Minghe was not a saint, he was after all a quasi-saint of the late period who had cut off the Two Corpses and was also the master of the Asura religion. Seeing that the reincarnation gave birth to such great merit, he knew the importance of this reincarnation.

  Zhang Zilong and Ping Xin were also extremely sensitive, and with a slight movement of the Blood Sea, they had a feeling. Zhang Zilong's Taoist practice made great progress, and he also had the protection of his merits, so he coldly snorted: "Come out, fellow Taoist of the Nether River! You're just a timid and cowardly person!"

  As soon as the words fell, the Blood Sea churned restlessly. Before long, a blood-red figure emerged, holding two slaughter swords and standing on the Twelve Product Industry Fire Red Lotus. It was none other than the master of the Blood Sea, Menghe!

  "Presumptuous little brat, your ancestor is the only one you can insult!" Minghe appeared and struck at Zhang Zilong, with two pre-heavenly spiritual treasures carrying endless bloody energy, and a quasi-saint's angry slash aimed at him.

  Zhang Zilong did not dare to slack off, although his own cultivation had made great progress and he was also cultivating the Nine Turns of the Mysterious Sutra. However, in front of this old veteran who was about to become a saint, he still felt somewhat inadequate. But he also had an ace up his sleeve. Zhang Zilong valued it highly but did not fear it. With a flip of his hand, the Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure's Divine Gun appeared, carrying with it a fierce and overwhelming aura that seemed to turn the world upside down.

  The frenzied rotation of the self-cultivated mysterious skill, the God-slaying spear struck with full force, and all that could be seen was the blood-red sword energy colliding violently with the deep purple gun shadow in mid-air. Ping Xin used his full strength to protect the six reincarnation wheels, lest the newly born wheel platform be affected, but he was powerless to participate in the battle between the two.

  Minghe thought that with a single strike of his eight-part strength, he could annihilate the young man from the Da Luo realm. However, Yu Long Dao Jun possessed the Arcane Gun, comparable to a pre-heavenly treasure, and had cultivated the Nine Turns Mystic Technique, the most suitable for combat. With the advantage of the superior technique and the treasure, he actually managed to repel An Bi Yuan Tu's two spiritual treasures.

  Under the great shock of Minghe, his face turned crimson, and he was actually injured by Yulong's resentful strike. The murderous aura of the Gun of God also surged into his body. If he hadn't transformed the Blood Sea into a clone, this one strike would have been enough to severely injure him!

  Zhang Zilong didn't fare any better, fortunately he had the protection of his merits, but even so, a fine crack appeared on his originally indestructible flesh, and fresh blood flowed out uncontrollably. With blood at the corner of his mouth, he grunted and retreated several steps: "Impressive, worthy of being an old-school quasi-saint, this time I underestimated you!"

  Minghe was a pre-heavenly great god, and there were several powerful beings in the Purple Mansion. At this moment, he was injured by a junior, how could he not be angry? After stabilizing his body, he charged forward with two swords, roaring with anger.

  Zhang Zilong was helpless. If the Ziwei Starlight Fan were still here, relying on its powerful defensive capabilities, he wouldn't be afraid. But now, both the Ziwei Starlight Fan and the Dragon-Slaying Sword had been taken away by Zu Long's clone, leaving him with no choice but to wield the God-Killing Spear in a fierce battle!

  Two people unfolded a great war in the bloody sea, Zhang Zilong's physical and spiritual body was hard due to the Nine Turns of the Mysterious Skill, but Minghe was several layers higher than him in his own realm, and the spirit treasure on his hand was not as good. With one hand holding the Red Lotus Karma Fire and the other hand wielding the sword of killing, Zhang Zilong was beaten to a precarious situation.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  The sound of treasure colliding kept ringing out, and it was heard that the back was worried to death, but couldn't spare a hand.

  After dozens of rounds, Minghe finally gained rich experience and spotted a flaw in Zhang Zilong's defense. With a swift and fierce slash, he struck towards Zhang's brow. Zhang was caught off guard and thought to himself, "I just obtained an avatar, and it's only been less than an hour, yet my main body is going to fall?"

  However, good people do not die in vain, and the disaster is left for a thousand years. Zhang Taizi's fate was not exhausted after all. A colorful three-treasured jade Ruyi appeared out of thin air and slammed into Anbi Yuantu with a loud crash. The Lord of the Ming River shouted, "Ah!" and spat out blood. "Yuanshi Tianzun! You actually launched a sneak attack. You are not a human son at all!"

  A figure emerged in the void, and the saint's aura enveloped the entire Blood Sea. It was at this critical moment that he felt his disciple was in trouble, and with a hint of anger, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable took action!

  "Hmph! Menghe, my disciple is also someone you can't kill! If it weren't for the fact that your fate hasn't been exhausted yet, I would have let your soul scatter right now!" The Primitive Heavenly Venerate said coldly with a stern face.

  Minghe knew that this plot of the Six Paths Reincarnation was hopeless, and didn't see that even the Saints had arrived. Moreover, he couldn't avenge his hatred for these juniors either. Without saying a word, he picked up Yu Tu An Bi and prepared to retreat back into the Blood Sea.

  However, would Zhang, who had suffered a great loss, let him have his way? "Greetings, Master! Master, this scoundrel is so disrespectful to his elders and has ruthlessly killed your disciple. You must stand up for your disciple!" Zhang saw that his master had appeared and knew his master's protective nature, so he couldn't let such a good opportunity slip away.

  As expected, Yuan Tianzun examined Zhang Zilong's injuries and, combined with his small face that had been greatly humiliated, his already cold face became even more furious.

  "Minghe! You've injured my disciple and you think you can just leave without leaving anything behind?" As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of large hands pressed down on Minghe, who was trying to escape. The Saint's casual strike sent Minghe flying, spitting blood uncontrollably.

  Look at the refreshing Zhang Zilong on the side: "Master Master, you see that the apprentice's body doesn't have any protective treasures, that Minghe Sect Master's twelve-grade industry fire red lotus is not bad, you grab it for the apprentice as compensation!"

  Yuanshu Tianzun nodded in agreement, his disciple indeed had good eyesight. The best treasure of the Nether River was indeed the Karma Fire Red Lotus. In the year Pangu opened the sky, the 36th grade Primordial Chaos Blue Lotus that gave birth to Pangu shattered and split into four lotus platforms - the 12th grade Pure World White Lotus, the 12th grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, the 12th grade Destruction Black Lotus, and the 12th grade Merit Golden Lotus. Each one was a top-grade pre-heavenly spiritual treasure containing the Great Dao's rules.

  "Minghe, did you hear what my disciple said? Call out the Red Lotus of Inferno and you can leave. Don't wait for me to come get it!" The Original Heavenly Venerate gazed coldly at the heavily injured Minghe.

  Minghe was furious but dared not speak, for he himself was of the same generation as the original Zixuan Palace guest. Now, however, he was being bullied so much that he couldn't become a saint and would eventually be nothing more than an ant! With a painful heart, he took out Honglian, cut off his connection with himself, and handed it over to Yuansheng Tianzun. Then, he gave Zhang Zilong a fierce look before flying away.

  Looking at the departing Ming River, he furrowed his brow: "Although this time snatching his treasure is to understand the cause and effect with you, but Ming River is a sinister and ruthless person, Yu Long's disciple should be careful in the future." He warned his beloved apprentice.

  Feeling the master's concern, Zhang Zilong's heart warmed up and he smiled as he took over the red lotus, saying: "Master, rest assured, next time we meet, I'll definitely beat him to a pulp!" After finishing speaking, he also flexed his almost non-existent muscles.

  Yuanshu Tianzun had just appeared and saw that his disciple already had the cultivation of a late-stage Daluo Jinxian. This was less than a thousand years after leaving Kunlun Mountain, and Yuanshu Tianzun was deeply delighted. His own twelve Golden Immortals were only at the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and this little disciple had truly given him face.

  Yuanshen Tianzun led Zhang Zilong to pay respects to Ping Xin Niangniang, who was presiding over the Wheel of Reincarnation. Suddenly, he felt something and said to Zhang Zilong: "You should return to Kunlun Mountain for a retreat to comprehend what you have gained. This place will not be peaceful soon."

  Zhang Zilong also felt that several auras no weaker than the original Tianzun had enveloped the Blood Sea, knowing that the struggle between saints about the Wheel of Rebirth and the construction of the underworld was about to begin. This was not something he could participate in, so he bid farewell to Ping Xin Niangniang, and a golden rainbow disappeared into the Blood Sea.

  "What's with Master and other saints' calculations? The prince isn't that stupid, comparing legs with saints. Sorry, I won't play along, the prince is leaving!"

  The endless bloody sea had just calmed down from a battle, and yet another even bigger struggle was coming. I wonder if the River Styx shoes under the blood sea would be frustrated with a full face of cowhide? Hehe, Jade Dragon Daojun Zhang Tux shoes maliciously thought.