Chapter 105: Battle against Zhunti◇
◎ Actually said I was ugly◎
The palace was magnificent and golden, with grand pavilions. Outside the palace, there were colorful carpets and red feather poles swaying. Zhunti was shocked and thought to himself that although this place could not compare with the saints' temples, it was indeed a place rarely visited by humans.
Nowadays, the human race reveres Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones and others. Compared with them, the West, even with abundant spiritual energy, is still inferior.
This situation and this view further strengthened his intention to make a big splash in this catastrophe by taking advantage of the power of one of the human race's sects.
Perhaps, Western religions can also enter the East and compete with Taoism.
You know, in the past, the Shangqing Saint preached in the West, resulting in the fact that he still has many followers and admirers in the West. Some even travel thousands of miles to the East to become his disciples.
Refer to the second disciple of Jiejiao, the Golden Spirit Mother, who came from the West.
Because of this, he was angry for a long time. Since the Three Pure Ones dared to turn their attention to the West, one day, Western religions would also be able to preach in the East openly!
Zhunti suppressed his anger and hid his body, and followed Jifa into the hall. On both sides of the main hall, jade hooks were hung obliquely, and treasure curtains were swaying. There were also golden incense burners with auspicious light and silver candles shining. Despite the splendor, Zhunti smelled a scent that he extremely disliked.
Feeling this breath, he could not suppress his anger as a saint.
The palace was illuminated by various rare treasures, and the whole room was bright and shining. Through the clouds and mist, Zhunti looked towards the center. He wanted to see which female cultivator had such a grand ceremony.
When he saw this, his eyes were fixed on it and he couldn't move away.
Even though the statue was not even one tenth as beautiful as the original owner, he still recognized her at a glance.
Oh, it turned out to be Kong Shuang.
Kong Shuang?
Kong Shuang!
Women are looked down upon in the West, but despite this, the two saints acted compassionately towards all living beings and still behaved well, so they were generally warm and charitable towards female cultivators.
But not one person!
His feelings towards this woman have always been complicated. On the one hand, she is the only woman he hopes will go to the West, but on the other hand, he has always thought that once Kong Shuang goes to the West, he must return everything she has done to him over the years tenfold or a hundredfold!
But how could such a disgusting person be more popular than a saint like him? He simply couldn't accept it!
On the other side, Jifa had taken off his crown and dressed in plain clothes. Holding a few sticks of sandalwood, he knelt upright, looked up at the dignified statue respectfully, his cheeks flushed and his eyes full of amazement.
Zhunti sneered, he understood Jifa's eyes very well.
Minghe knew the rules of the West, so when he fled to the West, he brought a group of male Asuras with him. As time went on, the female Asuras from the Blood Sea often ran to the West, and from time to time, they would flirt with the disciples of the Western Sect...
Therefore, later on, he issued an order strictly prohibiting Ashura women from entering the West.
So he really couldn't understand the vision of this mortal with the emperor's purple aura on his head. What was so good about Kong Shuang? He wore loose Taoist robes all day long, didn't even put his hair in a bun, and went barefoot from time to time.
Even he, a poor Westerner known for his poverty, was more dignified than her.
Why doesn’t this mortal worship me?
After thinking about it, Zhunti suddenly remembered Kong Shuang’s real purpose.
She had long seen that Xiqi was the place of destiny, so she lured Xiqi to serve her, and then subtly influenced him and naturally sought benefits in the third catastrophe.
Scheming!
Zhunti looked at the pious Jifa and snorted. Kong Shuang wanted to use the destiny to benefit herself. Now that she was discovered, it was not what she wanted!
He possessed Jifa's body and looked at the statue of Kong Shuang. He felt that the statue's smile was becoming more and more weird, and was full of calculations.
He coughed twice and told his attendants to bring him a pen.
Sure enough, all brothers have similar ways of thinking, but scheming is something that needs to be cultivated. In this respect, Zhunti is not as good as his brother Jie Yin.
Moreover, Zhunti is not as talented as Jie Yin, and could not come up with the poem "If only she could be charming and able to move, I could bring back Changle to serve the king."
Then, sixteen large characters appeared on the stone statue: "Incomplete limbs, rat belly and chicken intestines. Yellow skin and thin body, stubborn and unrepentant."
After writing this, Zhunti felt relieved, as if the bad energy that had been accumulated over the years had dissipated a little. After all, he was now in a mortal body, so he didn't need to care about the demeanor of a saint.
He picked up the pen again and drew a turtle directly on the face of the statue!
After the turtle was made, the attendants on both sides were so frightened that their eyes rolled back and they fainted.
Zhunti happily threw away the pen. This was a great gift from him to Kong Shuang. Kong Shuang's statue had suffered such an unspeakable thing in Xiqi. He didn't believe that Kong Shuang could still treat Xiqi the same as before!
Zhunti grinned, but before he could laugh, there was suddenly a huge "boom", countless huge rocks and rubble flew down, and the sky above his head suddenly became bright.
A face that was both angry and annoyed appeared in front of him.
Coming so fast? The speed was beyond Zhunti's imagination. At the same time, he felt a little relieved. Fortunately, he was in that human's body and Kong Shuang couldn't recognize him.
No, I am the saint, why should I be afraid of her?
Despite this, he still tried his best to reduce his presence in Jifa's body and handed over control of his body to Jifa.
Ji Fa was originally in a daze, but suddenly he woke up and saw that the statue standing in front of him had turned into a real person. Her eyes were brighter than the brightest star in the night, her face was a thousand times more perfect than the statue, and her majesty was as bright as the sun, looking down on everything.
Could it be that the immortal heard his prayers? Jifa subconsciously held his breath and raised his hands subconsciously, as if to touch the blessings bestowed by the immortal.
Zhunti: ...You're done, you've fallen in love!
Kong Shuang's eyes sparked, his fists clenched and cracked, and he squeezed out words from between his teeth: "Zhunti, you dare to look at me like that, you are seeking death!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge fist shadow came hammering down, mixed with the wild aura of the ancient mountains, and seemed to have tremendous force, but it was well controlled under the rage. The palace walls and buildings did not move at all, and the curtains around them moved with the wind.
If it was just Jifa himself, she could have endured it and not bothered with this mortal, but as soon as she thought that there was Zhunti hidden in Jifa's body, she couldn't help but smash his dog head!
Zhunti was stunned, and did not care why the saint's concealment technique did not work. He felt very aggrieved. He saw that it was Jifa who was really in her eyes. What did it have to do with him, Zhunti?
He flew out of Jifa's body, raised his palm to suppress the huge fist shadow, and said angrily: "You can insult my intelligence, but you cannot insult the vision of a saint. If you want me to look at you with such eyes, dream on!"
Another fist came at her with no strength at all. Zhunti's left palm was already numb from the shock of the previous punch, so she had to switch to her right hand. She cursed Kong Shuang inwardly, wondering what she had been eating. She was a good female cultivator who didn't practice magic, but had such great strength. Could it be that she wanted to emulate the Father God to prove his truth through strength?
Kong Shuang heard from his words that she was an ordinary woman, and when she saw the curse words on the statue, she almost lost her mind: "You said I was scheming, but you also said I was ugly. Open your eyes and look, can you find anyone prettier than me in the prehistoric world?"
After hearing this, she almost felt that she really believed it. She threw another punch in anger, but suddenly remembered that she was now among the human race. If she took action, she might hurt innocent people. She said, "If you have the guts, we will go to a deserted place and fight."
Both hands were aching. Zhunti calmly took out the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree to block it. He was a little surprised when he heard it. He thought Kong Shuang was crazy. A small Daluo Jinxian dared to challenge the saint so blatantly:
"How shameless!"
However, I have known Kong Shuang for so many years, and even when he wanted to brand his mark in her soul last time, she calmly and secretly sought death. This is the first time I have seen her so angry.
Just for a few comments!
Tsk! She is still a woman with five incomplete limbs after all!
Zhunti sighed with mixed feelings.
But Kong Shuang appeared himself, and if he didn't seize this opportunity, he would be letting down the kindness of heaven towards him.
Walking in the sky, Zhunti sacrificed his Dharma image, and transformed into thirty-four heads and eighteen hands, holding garlands, umbrellas, flower strings, fish intestines, golden bows, silver halberds, white axes, banners, blessing pestles, treasure files, silver bottles and other objects. His majestic body was motionless, as if saying:
"Come on! If I blink, I lose!"
Without the human race to avoid, Kong Shuang clenched his fists tighter and punched forward one after another. It seemed that he was just swinging his fists casually and without any rules, but the force was so great that even the airflow was retreated, and the auspicious clouds were dispersed in the blink of an eye!
But the saint's defense was so terrifying that not only humans but even the leaves on the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree did not move.
One Punch
Two punches
Three punches
…
Zhunti yawned lazily and taunted, "Kong Shuang, I haven't seen you for many years. Why are you so weak? Do you only have one move left?"
Now! Kong Shuang curled his lips and threw another punch. The banner held by Zhunti fluttered in the wind.
Zhunti sneered: "No more than that!"
The next second, a fist rushed towards his face, and suddenly enlarged several times, like the majestic Kunlun Mountains.
Clouds and mist rose up and were immediately dispersed, but strong winds blew up. Zhunti managed to carry it all the way through. The body of a saint was as old as the heaven and earth, so it was naturally extremely hard, but his clothes were not.
The accumulation of tens of thousands of years had made the saint, who had gradually become rich and powerful, suddenly turned him back into the beggar of the ancient times.
Zhunti subconsciously used the tattered clothes to cover the key parts, and suddenly understood the anger Kong Shuang felt when she saw him calling her ugly.
People - the less they have, the more they care about it!
It was time to teach Kong Shuang a lesson. Just as this thought came to his mind, a fist continued to fall and landed on his Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
"Crackle—" The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree cracked!
Zhunti's face turned red quickly. You can hit him, and you can hit his face with some force, but there is no magic weapon that can hurt him.
"Kong Shuang, you've... uh—"
Zhunti opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the slender white hand in front of his neck. Cold sweat slid down the body of the saint who was not affected by the five elements, and a feeling of suffocation came over him.
Kong Shuang...actually broke through the saint's golden body and directly grabbed his neck.
Zhunti never imagined that saints would also feel suffocated.
At the same time, the wind and rain in the sky changed, and dark clouds covered the city, as if the spiritual energy was drained and the air could not circulate. Another suffocating pressure came towards them, and countless huge and thick purple thunders "crackled" and were ready for battle.
Kong Shuang took a deep breath and showed an arrogant smile to the countless purple thunders, as if to say:
If you dare to chop me down, I will strangle him to death!
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