Chu Feng looked at the old man who had appeared indifferently, scrutinized him for a moment, and then tentatively asked:

"Punch your mother?"

Bodhi Patriarch: "???"

In an instant, Chu Feng realized that he had unconsciously brought out his native accent, and quickly corrected himself.

"Bodhi Patriarch!"

Bodhi Patriarch stroked his whisk, his face full of embarrassment.

"Why did they suddenly start swearing?"

When the four travelers from Journey to the West saw the Bodhi Patriarch appear, they all stepped forward and bowed.

"Master!"

Sun Wukong knelt down on the ground, his eyes slightly red.

Tang Sanzang was somewhat embarrassed.

Bodhi Patriarch was originally Sun Wukong's master, and he even received Sun Wukong's true teachings.

However, as a pawn in the Journey to the West calamity, he was tricked by the Buddhist sect, which led him to pick up a disciple.

He also understood that his behavior was disgraceful!

This constitutes interception.

Now that a legitimate master has appeared, he, the Buddhist monk Jin Chanzi, immediately became uneasy.

"Alas—" Bodhi Patriarch sighed deeply.

The relationships in the wilderness are complex and intertwined.

Given his usual temperament, he would definitely make things difficult for Tang Sanzang if he encountered him.

But he had already sensed that the Primordial Celestial Venerable was heading this way.

Although both are saints, after the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West, the power of Yuanshi Tianzun continued to increase, and he has now reached the ninth level of sainthood.

I am no match for them!

Moreover, based on Bodhi Patriarch's understanding, the other party would never come to help.

That guy won't do anything without a profit; he must have his eye on Chu Feng's innate sacred treasure.

Bodhi Patriarch secretly intervened to help.

Chu Feng was somewhat moved.

I don't know why, but a friend is a friend.

But he didn't want to leave now. His gaze fell on the towering black peach tree, and an endless killing intent emanated from it.

Even if you can't take down the mastermind behind this manipulation right now.

We also need to know who this person is.

Otherwise, it would be disgusting to be constantly in the dark and being led by the nose.

"Please wait a moment, Master, I'll be right back!"

Chu Feng held the Xuanyuan Sword and wore the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon Robe.

In a single stride, he appeared before the innate peach tree.

With the other party at a critical moment, how could we miss such a golden opportunity?

The sword light shone brightly, and the primordial purple energy erupted.

"Snap—"

The innate peach tree split open from the middle, and a vast source of darkness emerged.

An overwhelming killing intent rippled through the air.

Chu Feng brandished the Xuanyuan Sword, slashing and hacking relentlessly.

"Ah—you ant! You ruined my cultivation! You deserve to die—"

...

Bodhi Patriarch was somewhat helpless.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable is about to arrive; how can this person be so disregard for the overall situation?

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood, right?

Sun Wukong stroked his Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), his golden eyes filled with admiration.

That's incredible!

A being who was about to attain sainthood has now been cut into pieces.

Even the Dao fruit of sainthood is about to be destroyed.

"Should we leave first?" Pigsy asked anxiously, knowing how powerful the Primordial Lord of Heaven was.

For an incredibly powerful saint, crushing himself is no different than stepping on an ant.

"Master! Why don't we retreat first?" Sha Wujing couldn't help but suggest.

For a moment, Tang Sanzang was somewhat tempted.

But he dared not express his opinion, after all, there was a saint in front of him.

"Amitabha Buddha—Do not speak falsely, and obey the arrangements of Patriarch Bodhi!"

Patriarch Bodhi was getting impatient.

He wanted to go there, so he simply tied Chu Feng up and carried him away.

However, upon seeing the two sacred treasures on the other party, he felt very uncertain and was immediately caught in a dilemma.

Sun Wukong just pursed his lips, completely unconcerned.

"With so many of us, surely we can't defeat Yuanshi Tianzun?"

He chuckled, glanced at the Xuanyuan Sword that Chu Feng had raised, and then gave a suggestive look to the four of them.

"Wukong—you have no idea how powerful a sage is..."

In an instant, Patriarch Bodhi seemed to understand something, and swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Chu Feng possesses two innate sacred treasures, which are definitely not enough to deal with Yuanshi Tianzun.

However, compared to ordinary saints, he might not be able to defeat them, but it would be extremely difficult for them to kill him.

Moreover, the other party can evolve a primordial Dao treasure into a sacred treasure in no time.

It happened almost in the blink of an eye.

Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, and Zhu Bajie all possess innate Dao treasures in their weapons, except for Sha Wujing, whose weapon is a semi-Dao treasure.

Once Chu Feng is elevated to the level of a Primordial Saint Treasure.

Even if Yuanshi Tianzun came, it would take him quite a bit of effort to deal with them.

Most importantly, Bodhi Patriarch was a saint.

His Four Swords of Zhuxian were already at the level of sacred treasures, plus the Sacred Treasure of Floating Dust.

It is enough to rival the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

If, by any chance, Chu Feng could help him upgrade the sacred treasure to another level.

In an instant, Patriarch Bodhi's face flushed red.

The more I think about it, the more feasible it seems!

"Wukong—you're still the smartest!"

Bodhi Patriarch offered a heartfelt praise and immediately strode towards the Primordial Peach Tree.

Now he has to race against time to get the peach tree sorted out for Chu Feng first.

Dust swirled in the air.

A few stars suddenly appeared.

It may seem ordinary, but it actually contains immense power.

"ah--"

Wang Mang let out a shrill scream.

The towering peach tree instantly turned into a cloud of dust, leaving only a wisp of dark mist drifting by.

"Good, good, good—you guys are great! Hahaha—"

Wang Mang roared in anger, his tone filled with boundless ferocity.

He appeared extremely frantic, as if he had suffered a great insult.

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