Ancestor Dengtian has been in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm for many years.
In recent years, he has been in seclusion, preparing himself to transcend tribulation and become an immortal.
But he knew very well that with his cultivation level, he was simply not capable of controlling the Pangu Axe.
Bian Lang's power filled him with utter despair at this moment.
However, this despair did not last long, and Bian Lang swung his axe again.
The Ancestor of Ascension realized that he had been too naive. If he had listened to Li Ziyi's advice, the Ascension Pavilion would not have ended up like this.
There's no point in fighting Bian Lang now; the only way is to escape with our lives and get through this ordeal as soon as possible.
Cultivating immortality is a difficult and arduous journey, and it is truly not easy for him to have reached his current position.
My promising path to immortality cannot be ruined by Bian Lang's axe.
The Celestial Ancestor attempted to escape by teleporting, but was horrified to discover that he could not use teleportation.
Once one's cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul Realm, one can learn teleportation.
Teleportation is equivalent to shrinking the distance of the earth to an inch. The distance that can be teleported in one go is related to the level of cultivation.
A cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm is naturally no match for an ancestor at the Nascent Soul Severing Realm.
Bian Lang extended his left hand, his powerful strength acting like a super suction cup, rendering the Heavenly Ancestor unable to move.
"Is the Ancestor trying to escape?" Bian Lang twirled the Pangu Axe in his right hand, his expression playful.
It seems that the strength of the Ascending Heaven Ancestor is not as great as that of the Green Mountain Ancestor.
The old ancestor of ascending to heaven asked in a hoarse voice, "Who exactly are you?"
“Bian Lang, the corpse driver from Zhengyi Fortress,” Bian Lang said.
The Ancestor of Ascension to Heaven asked again, "Did you come from the other side of the river?"
Someone as strong as Bian Lang could only come from the other side of the Tongtian River.
Bian Lang, who had intended to split the head of the Ascending Ancestor in two with an axe, was taken aback upon hearing this and asked, "Do you know about the world on the other side of the river?"
Now, the Heavenly Ancestor is very clear that he is no match for Bian Lang.
To survive, one must master what Bian Lang is most interested in.
People living on this continent today know very little about the world on the other side of the river.
Even someone like the Old Ancestor of Green Mountain knew very little.
"If you want to know, let's sit down and have a good chat." The smile of the Ascending Ancestor was somewhat wicked.
Bian Lang slowly put down the Pangu Axe, but did not retract his left hand.
An old fox like Dengtian Laozu can slip through your fingers like an eel if you're not careful.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "I just want to know how to cross the river."
“There is a magical artifact that can cross the river, but this artifact is on the other side of the river,” said the Ancestor of Ascending Heaven.
Bian Lang frowned slightly. It seemed that the Ancestor of Ascension was about to say something very important, but when he opened his mouth, it was all nonsense.
Bian Lang patiently asked, "Is there any other way?"
"No more," said the Ancestor of Ascension, shaking his head.
As time went by, the people living on this continent no longer knew where their ancestors came from.
Bian Lang said speechlessly, "What a waste of time."
"But I have a way..." Ancestor Dengtian sensed Bian Lang's murderous aura and quickly changed his words.
Unexpectedly, Bian Lang suddenly struck out, hitting the Heavenly Ancestor on the forehead with a palm strike.
A milky white liquid gushed out from the back of the head of the Ascending Heaven Ancestor, and his body slowly collapsed.
Bian Lang carried the corpse of the Ascending Ancestor back to the pond. Seeing that it was getting dark, he prepared to let Ao Feng's corpse crawl out on its own.
"Bian Lang, in front of you, the old ancestor is more fragile than an ant." Liu Yi's eyes were full of admiration.
The Nascent Soul Ancestor is already the strongest on this continent, especially ancestors like the Ascending Heaven Ancestor who are in the late Nascent Soul stage. They are only one step away from transcending the tribulation and becoming immortals.
As a result, they were utterly helpless against Bian Lang.
“Master…” Mo Qiao, who was standing to the side, suddenly saw Li Ziyi and her voice trembled with fright.
If it weren't for her betrayal, Bian Lang might have turned into blood after that bowl of chicken soup.
Li Ziyi didn't even glance at Mo Qiao, but instead walked towards Bian Lang with a smile, saying, "Master Bian, that old bastard Deng Tian is vicious..."
“Isn’t Pavilion Master Li also wicked?” Bian Lang interrupted Li Ziyi.
When Dengtian Pavilion was destroyed by the waves, Li Ziyi narrowly escaped with her life.
She had plenty of opportunities to escape, but she was really unwilling to just run away like this.
Seeing that the Ancestor of Ascension had died at Bian Lang's hands, she decided to take a gamble.
"I was coerced by the ancestor..." Li Ziyi had already prepared her excuse.
Bian Lang chuckled and said, "I like to do things without leaving any future troubles."
To prevent future troubles, we must nip them in the bud.
“Bian Lang, if you want to go to the other side of the river, you can’t leave…” Li Ziyi felt she had to say something useful to make Bian Lang think she was still of some use, otherwise Bian Lang would definitely kill her like he killed the Ancestor of Ascension.
Before she could finish speaking, Bian Lang had already ended her life with a single palm strike.
Mo Qiao was greatly surprised. She never expected Bian Lang to kill so readily, showing absolutely no mercy.
The surviving disciples of Dengtian Pavilion all chose to scatter the moment they saw their patriarch being killed.
Even the old ancestor couldn't defeat Bian Lang; if they rushed in, they would only be throwing their lives away.
If Li Ziyi had escaped, she wouldn't have ended up here dead.
Liu Yi thought that Bian Lang was right to do so. If he spared Li Ziyi's life today, there was no guarantee that Li Ziyi wouldn't turn around and bite him in the future.
In fact, she felt that Mo Qiao should not be kept either. She could not be lenient with Mo Qiao just because she was on good terms with Sun Wuse.
But she chose to remain silent; in these matters, it's best not to interfere.
Bian Lang then placed the talisman on Ao Feng's head and gently shook the Soul-Capturing Bell.
In the still of the night, the sound of the Soul-Capturing Bell is exceptionally clear.
"Rise!" Bian Lang shouted.
Ao Feng suddenly raised his head, twisted his body, splashed mud, and slowly crawled out from underground.
Ao Feng's corpse was a hundred feet long, standing up like a pillar supporting the sky.
It's impossible to make Ao Feng take human form now.
Fortunately, dragons can fly, so this time, with ample time, the corpse-driving operation will be the easiest.
Bian Lang also took the corpses of the Ascending Heaven Ancestor and Li Ziyi with him.
Since the Happiness God Pavilion is located in this world, the more Happiness Gods who come to the pavilion, the better.
After getting ready, Bian Lang said to Mo Qiao, "You should go back to the Misty Forest first."
"Okay." Mo Qiao nodded, intending to leave under the cover of night.
The disciples who escaped from Dengtian Pavilion might very well target her.
She originally wanted to follow Bian Lang, but now that Bian Lang has rejected her, she naturally doesn't dare to say anything more.
He was terrified that if he said the wrong thing, Bian Lang would kill him with a single palm strike.
In that case, she would never see Sun Wukong again.
After Mo Qiao left, Bian Lang manipulated Ao Feng's corpse to fly into the sky.
Although this place is far from Xishen Pavilion, Ao Feng can reach it in one night at his speed.
Standing on the dragon's back, the night wind was like a knife, and Liu Yi's heart was pounding wildly.
"Bian Lang, can't you slow down a bit?" After a while, Liu Yi couldn't help but say.
Bian Lang said, "There is a time limit to controlling the corpses. We must make Ao Feng go all out. Maybe we can reach the Xishen Pavilion before the time limit."
Liu Yi shook her head. It was the first time she had ever heard of the Joyful God Pavilion, and she was also very curious about the place.
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