Chapter 72: Everyone Gets Fifty Under the Heavenly Way

  It is said that last time at Wuzhuangguan, Zhou Cheng fought against Laozi. Zhou Cheng wielded his sword to slash people, but repeatedly missed, and in a fit of great anger, transformed into the body of the Great Way from the time before the opening of the primordial chaos, with his primordial spirit and golden body.

  Everyone present who had not fainted saw Zhou Cheng transform into a thousand-meter-tall primordial spirit entity, with his feet treading on thin air and holding a massive sword that shook the heavens. His face was twisted in rage, as if he wanted to devour people, leaving everyone's mouths agape in shock and bewilderment.

  Are all saints so fierce? Or is Zhou Cheng's saint too fierce? Ordinary people's perception tends to the latter.

  "Great... Great Elder, Green Lotus Holy Father, good, so formidable." Xiaoyan swallowed her saliva and said with extreme envy: "If Xiaoyan were this formidable, I would have killed all those big ants already."

  Shennong nodded repeatedly as he heard Xiaoyao say that Zhou Cheng was formidable, but when he heard the next sentence, he hastily stretched out his hand to cover Xiaoyao's mouth. "Don't speak rashly, saints... not all saints are as enlightened as Saint Father." After speaking, he couldn't help but sigh silently. Alas, this world, who is wrong in the end? Or perhaps there is no right or wrong, just like Saint Father, whoever has the bigger fist is the one with reason.

  The crowd was shocked, their jaws almost dropping to the ground. Zhou Cheng's face was furious, his hands raised high with the Pangu sword. He paused for a moment, then swung it towards Laozi. A cyan ripple suddenly tore through the void, rushing towards Laozi in an urgent yet slow manner. Wherever it passed, the void either collapsed or returned to chaos, or was directly annihilated.

  "Senior brother..." Nüwa's eyes stared blankly at the cyan ripple, as if that ripple of unparalleled power represented destruction and despair.

  Yuán shǐ yǔ xī fāng liǎng rén yě qí qí tíng xià shǒu lái, lián jiù yuán dōu miǎn le, shèng rén chū shǒu sǐ dòu, kuài zé kuài yǐ, màn zé màn yǐ, jìn jiāng zhī guò zhǐ shì yī shùn jiān niàn tóu ér yǐ, jiù yě méi yòng, wài rén zhǐ néng kàn zhe.

  Yuanshi's face was furious, but he had no way to do anything. Under this great law, there is indeed the power of opening up the sky, how can it be stopped? It can only be hoped that Laozi can stop it himself. If nothing happens, I will have to find my face back later. Only hated that the two from the West blocked themselves, letting Dashi alone confront Zhou Cheng, and suffered a great disadvantage.

  The two Western Sect disciples and the three Tongtian Sect disciples were slightly more relaxed, exchanging a glance before noticing the unusual color in each other's eyes. The three looked at the nameless sword in Zhou Cheng's hand and simultaneously took out their own treasured artifacts to gently caress them, seemingly deep in thought...

  Laozi saw Zhou Cheng bring out his true fire, using all his skills, and was also startled. In desperation, he could only prepare to take it down with all his might, but in his heart, he had no confidence at all.

  "Brother Daoist, come and help me!!" The old man pointed to the top of his head, and instantly three clear auras flew out, transforming into three Daoists in an instant.

  "Don't worry, fellow Taoists! The four of us will work together to capture this guy!" The three clones were quite different from each other, and they didn't care about Zhou Cheng's incoming attack. With a sudden surge in their powers, they charged forward.

  The old man's move brought unexpected surprises to the onlookers, and also gave him some new insights for his future cultivation. The Great Way splits into three bodies, like Emperor Jun and others who use their pre-heavenly spiritual treasures to entrust their good and evil thoughts, in order to cut off the corpse and split out a transformed body. But this old man had already become a saint, neither cutting off the corpse nor entrusting his good and evil thoughts to a spiritual treasure, so how could he create such a technique? Relying solely on the clear energy at the top of his head, he was able to transform into three bodies. The three transformed bodies were reckless with their lives, their powers surging violently as they charged forward with their treasured artifacts in hand. The old man also shot out the Taiji diagram, creating a white jade golden bridge, wanting to fix that green ripple as before.

  The three clones also used magic treasures to assist in the attack, but to no avail. The ripples seemed slow but were actually fast, and they passed through the Golden Bridge's obstruction without any hindrance, and were about to rush over.

  "You all quickly eliminate the bandits, I'll go to the Zi Xuan Palace first to pay respects to my teacher." The old man saw that the situation was getting more and more unfavorable, gritted his teeth and ordered, then turned around and wanted to slip away.

  Three bodies heard the words, simultaneously letting out a furious roar, bursting forth with full strength, charging forward to meet the cyan ripples. The explosion opened up, truly blocking the cyan ripples for an instant. After advancing not far, the cyan ripples vanished without a trace. The old master took advantage of the opportunity to step into the void and disappeared from sight.

  As soon as Zhou Cheng saw it, his face twitched again and he shouted loudly: "Open!!"

  Pangu's sword suddenly rose high into the air, and with a single slash, it no longer emitted blue ripples, but instead directly disappeared into thin air.

  The old master who had merged into the void saw his three incarnations, which he had spent billions of years cultivating, destroyed in an instant. He couldn't help but feel hatred and gnash his teeth. Everyone has their trump card, let alone a saint. But this time, Lao Jun's trump card was broken by Zhou Cheng, how could he not feel stifled?

  "Anyway, it's fortunate to have escaped this time. As for the future, I'll have to report to Master first about Zhou Cheng's treachery and rebellion against heaven." Just as Laozi was about to take another step forward into the void, heading towards Zixu Palace, he suddenly heard a sound like silk tearing behind him, and couldn't help but curiously turn his head back. He was immediately frightened half to death. It turned out that it was actually the Pangu Sword, which had charged into the void and chased after him. The torn void was in disarray, even his Daoist hat was blown off, and he felt like a lost soul, taking another step forward just as he was about to arrive at Zixu Palace.

  Pangu Sword suddenly rushed into the void, directly following Laozi's pursuit. Zhou Cheng's intention locked onto Laozi, and Laozi was right in front of him. He could feel Pangu Sword getting closer and closer to Laozi, finally slashing through Laozi's body...

  The crowd of five strongholds only felt that the face of Qinglian Holy Father in the void was relaxed, and a faint smile appeared. Just as they were surprised, suddenly they felt dizzy, and there was no holy person, no thousands of feet high and low Dharma body. The human race couldn't help but look at each other in doubt until everyone unanimously confirmed that it wasn't just a dream, and then they all knelt down together, shouting: "Farewell to Qinglian Holy Father."

  Zhou Cheng saw the Pangu sword pierce through Laozi's body, and his face relaxed, just about to burst out laughing: "Well done, old man! You're so arrogant, looking down on all living things as a great saint. But aren't you also just an ant that can be killed with one sword?"

  Suddenly, Zhou Cheng only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he had already become the Hunyuan Wujigong Daluo Jinxian. He even felt dizzy for a moment, and after shaking his head, he opened his eyes to find that there was no longer any Wuzhuangguan or human tribe in sight. In front of him was the inner hall of the Zi Xiang Palace. Several saints were kneeling on the ground before him, including Laozi, who Zhou Cheng thought had already been pierced through by the Pangu Sword, which made him extremely surprised.

  Everyone has arrived, this matter must be dealt with! Hong Jun sat upright on the futon, holding the Pangu Sword in his hand, and expressionlessly said to the several saints below.

  "The disciple is guilty, but it's also an unavoidable situation." Hong Jun nodded in agreement, but Zhou Cheng still couldn't shake off the rebellious thoughts in his heart. He had completely calmed down now and saw Hong Jun holding the Pangu Sword that was crucial to his own survival, so he hastily knelt down and spoke honestly, fearing that it would be confiscated.

  "Teacher's wise decision!" In front of Hong Jun, all the saints were intimidated and couldn't make a sound, their only thought was to obey.

  "This time, the saints are making a big fuss, and you will be punished for a thousand years without being able to come out." Hong Jun waved his hand, and the Pangu Sword directly returned to Zhou Cheng's hand. "Zhou Cheng, the Pangu Sword is too rebellious against heaven. If I hadn't taken action, Laozi would have... From now on, unless there are other saints who take the initiative to attack, this sword is not allowed to be used. Otherwise, it will be considered as going against heaven and will not be lightly forgiven."

  Zhou Cheng grasped the Pangu sword, feeling a great sense of frustration in his heart. He thought to himself, "I'm doomed! If I don't attack him first, I won't be able to use this treasure." This was an unfair heavenly way. Laozi was watching from the side, gritting his teeth, thinking that if he had been struck by that sword, his fate would have been uncertain. Hong Jun's judgment was surprisingly light. In fact, neither of them wanted to think about it, but he only received a punishment of being closed off for a thousand years.

  "I also hope that the teacher will instruct the three tribes of witches on how to deal with them." Nuwa stood up and clasped her hands.

  Hong Jun didn't respond, and with a swift motion of his hand, ten ancestral witches from the Wu tribe and the Eastern Emperor Taishi of the Yao tribe suddenly appeared in the hall, but Hou Tu was noticeably absent.

  "Penalize him and imprison him in the East Sea for a thousand years!" After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the crowd to discuss it, waved his hand to send away the witches and demons, and imprisoned them in the East Sea's sea eye.

  "It's up to you humans to settle this among yourselves." With that, Hong Jun vanished into the clouds behind the couch.

  Everyone was shocked and looked at Zhou Cheng in surprise, wondering how Hong Jun could handle things this way.

  "Who wants to exterminate the human race, I'll use Pangu's sword to defy heaven once more." Zhou Cheng said as he turned his back on the crowd and headed straight back to Qingqiu Mountain, leaving behind a few stunned saints.

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