Patriarch Bodhi trembled, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Deep down, I felt a mix of emotions.
After the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, he was imprisoned in the Zixiao Palace.
They were only released before the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West.
In contrast, Hongjun Laozu ignored him completely and let him develop on his own.
It's as if it was deliberately allowed.
After escaping his predicament, he transformed into the Bodhi Patriarch and taught the Spiritual Stone Monkey various supernatural abilities.
But he still failed!
No matter what you do, no matter how much you struggle, you can never defeat your enemies.
From then on, he lived in seclusion here, reflecting on his mistakes and failures every day!
Now, the Greedy Wolf Immortal Realm has undergone great changes, the Queen Mother of the West has embarked on the path to sainthood, and the Ancestor Hongjun has suddenly descended!
To say there's no connection between them would be a thousand times unbelievable to Bodhi Patriarch.
Auspicious clouds drifted above Fangcun Mountain, and the phantom image of Hongjun Laozu slowly descended.
Although he only had a wisp of divine thought, Patriarch Bodhi dared not be careless in the slightest.
He knelt down in one swift motion, bowing his head and remaining silent.
"well!"
Hongjun Laozu sighed softly, a hint of guilt flashing in his wise eyes.
He is the number one saint in the wilderness, but so far he has only taken in three disciples.
They are Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.
Since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods, Hongjun has always sided with Taishang and Yuanshi, and has intentionally suppressed Tongtian.
But to everyone's surprise, it turned out that the man was the one manipulating everything behind the scenes.
If the other party hadn't been honest, Hongjun would still be in the dark.
Although the two were engaged in a chaotic battle, how could the situation in the Desolate Immortal Realm be kept secret from Hongjun?
Wang Mang used a wisp of his divine sense to make a move.
He certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to stand still and wait to be slaughtered.
However, after much deliberation, Hongjun realized that there were very few people in the current desolate immortal realm who could be trusted.
Taishang and Yuanshi have definitely betrayed us.
The other disciples could not believe it.
After careful consideration, we have the ability to turn the tide and resolve this predicament.
Only he, the unpopular young apprentice, remained.
The Master of Heaven!
That is, the current Bodhi Patriarch.
"Tongtian, are you still angry with your master?" Hongjun felt a little melancholy, a little regretful, and a little heartbroken.
Patriarch Bodhi never looked up, his eyes fixed on the ground, and slowly said:
"Your disciple wouldn't dare!"
Hongjun sighed heavily. He knew that it would definitely not be possible to dispel his disciple's resentment in a short time.
Moreover, time does not allow it.
The battle in the Greedy Wolf Immortal Realm has begun, and that young man is at risk of perishing at any moment.
It concerns all living beings in the Wilderness and determines the path of Hongjun's Great Dao.
We dare not delay in the slightest!
"My disciple, I have a request for you. I hope you will fight for the sake of all living beings in the wilderness!"
In an instant, Patriarch Bodhi was stunned.
He never expected that the first sage of the wilderness would actually use the word "beg".
This would have been unimaginable before.
Why didn't he go to see the Supreme Lord?
Why not go find the original source?
Why me of all people?
"Are they trying to trick me again?"
...
One question after another arose in his mind, and Bodhi Patriarch subconsciously began to think about them.
Hongjun Ancestor didn't care about anything else and directly stated the purpose of his trip.
"During the Great War in the Immortal Realm of Greed, you are to secretly assist a young man and help him escape this calamity!"
"Strike secretly, don't show yourself!"
Bodhi raised his head, a hint of stubbornness flashing in his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Master? Why?"
Hongjun frowned, his expression somewhat displeased, but he still patiently explained.
"Don't ask so many questions. All you need to understand on this trip is that the reason you failed in the Investiture of the Gods and the Journey to the West was because there was a mastermind behind it all!"
"And I have been kept in the dark all along, only recently learning the truth!"
Bodhi Patriarch was dumbfounded!
No wonder he had been feeling something was off all along; why had his foolproof plan failed?
It turns out it was manipulated by a mastermind behind the scenes.
Most importantly, the opponent not only schemed against him, but also included Hongjun Laozu in the game.
That's terrifying!
"Hurry up and go, time waits for no one!" Ancestor Hongjun was somewhat anxious, as he had already seen the battle situation completely tilt.
At most, in a few more moments, the young man's Dao Source will be completely burned out.
"Master, if Taishang and Yuanshi obstruct this journey, what should I do?"
Hongjun Patriarch was about to speak when his expression changed instantly.
A giant hand emerged from the void, grabbed his illusory figure, and dragged him toward the endless chaos.
"Just play chess, don't resort to underhanded tactics."
………
The sound disappeared along with the large hand.
Bodhi Patriarch was stunned, his heart trembling uncontrollably.
Hongjun was the first sage of the Wilderness, even though he only sent down a wisp of divine thought.
But looking at the wilderness and chaos, who would dare to treat it like that directly?
If it hadn't happened right before his eyes, even if he had killed Bodhi Patriarch, he would never have believed it.
After a brief moment of regaining his composure, Patriarch Bodhi realized just how dangerous the situation had become.
However, before Hongjun disappeared, Bodhi saw his master's lip movements.
And I found the answer I was looking for.
There is only one word.
"kill!"
...
Greedy Wolf Immortal Realm.
Chu Feng was about to run out of energy, and the origin of his Great Dao was about to be completely burned out.
His hair was disheveled, and as the boundless source of Dao disappeared, his life force rapidly vanished.
His hair turned pure white, and he was only hanging on by a thread.
But the more this was the case, the more tightly the dozens of emperors defended themselves.
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