Chapter 70: The Great Scheming◇
Western intrigues
Hongjun, no, Tiandao stared at Tongtian carefully, without blinking, and was looking forward to what he was about to say.
But Tongtian's handsome face was furrowed with brows, and he lowered his head unwillingly. He was indignant for a long time, and suddenly raised his eyes.
Tiandao was already determined in his heart, and was just thinking about what to say to the real Hongjun?
Your apprentice is about to rebel against me, can't I teach him a lesson?
At this time, Tongtian spoke up: "Disciple thinks it is unfair!"
"What?" Tian Dao was speechless, almost thinking he had misheard, and continued to ask: "What did you say?"
You, Tongtian, are usually so arrogant in the world, but why are you like a little lamb in front of your teacher? I have never seen you so polite normally.
Tongtian Dao: "The Great Calamity is full of dangers, but within dangers come opportunities. I am not the only saint left in the Great Desolation. Why did you leave me alone?"
This was a bit rude, Tiandao nodded with some satisfaction, then pretended to be unhappy. When he was about to speak, he heard Tongtian say:
"Besides, if the teacher leaves this disciple to teach and impart knowledge alone, where would he leave the other disciples? If the teacher wants to teach, he should naturally teach to all the disciples together!"
Tiandao snorted coldly. It turned out that he was waiting for him here. Don't look at him as if you can't see Tongtian's little thoughts.
Tongtian was taken to Zixiao Palace by himself, so the peacock was left without a backer. If Zhunti Jieyin knew about it, he would definitely seize this opportunity to seek revenge.
Tongtian suggested that he call all the saints back to Zixiao Palace, with the intention of keeping Zhunti Jieyin under his watch.
If you want to trick him with such a trick, forget it, he won't fall for it!
Tiandao turned his head away, wanting to mock Tongtian for his "sweet talk and flattery," but he was still playing the role of Tongtian's caring and good teacher, and couldn't afford to leave any clues. After a long moment of contemplation, he finally said, "Leaving you alone is a sign of partiality for you. Don't you want it?"
Tongtian's face showed a little more smile, and he said softly: "Disciple is very grateful, but I have heard that the way of heaven is fair, so I am afraid this action is not appropriate, so let it go."
He's praising me! He's actually praising me?
This was the first thought that came to Tiandao's mind, and he was actually a little surprised. While feeling proud, he secretly warned himself not to believe Tongtian's words blindly. He thought that Tongtian was a black-hearted man and he should not be fooled by his little tricks.
He put on a gentle tone and comforted his young apprentice: "This is not something you should worry about."
He was prepared for a protracted battle with Tongtian, but he didn't expect that Tongtian would be defeated so quickly.
Tongtian lowered his head and said obediently, "Yes, I respect the master's order!"
Tiandao was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a moment. After a long time, he suddenly heard Tongtian sigh.
He was moved and asked, "Why are you sighing?"
Tongtiandao: "Disciple is sighing for the two junior brothers in the west."
Although he expressed regret for the two Westerners in his words, his expression did not show any regret at all, and he even seemed a little gloating.
These words undoubtedly aroused Tiandao's curiosity, and he couldn't help but frown.
Tongtian never took a breath when he spoke, and then he continued:
"Master, don't you know? My two junior brothers from the west pretended to be my disciple and caused a catastrophe, causing the Twelve Ancestral Witches to want to kill me. If my two brothers knew about this, they would definitely want revenge for me. If I were in the prehistoric world, I might be able to stop them. But now I am serving Master in Zixiao Palace. My two junior brothers from the west have both the witch clan and the demon clan, and they will soon be welcoming my two brothers. I am about to be in trouble..."
As he spoke, a look of anticipation that was hard to conceal appeared on Tongtian's face.
Threat, this is definitely a threat!
Tiandao glared at Tongtian. He originally thought that Tongtian was considering the peacock, so he was determined to bring Zhunti Jieying to Zixiao Palace. He didn't expect that he wanted revenge for his own selfish desires.
But then he thought of the scene where Laozi and Yuanshi went to the West to cause trouble, especially Yuanshi, and the Heavenly Dao became deflated.
One has to admit that Tongtian's proposal is somewhat desirable. Although they are brothers, the Three Pure Ones have different personalities. Compared with Laozi and Yuanshi's indifference to the creatures in the ancient world, at least Tongtian still has kindness in his heart.
Compared to Laozi Yuanshi causing trouble for the entire Lingshan Mountain, he would of course choose Tongtian to cause trouble for Zhunti Jieying.
Tiandao had a blank expression on his face. Although he knew that this was Tongtian's conspiracy, he could only treat it as a conspiracy and pretend to be unaware of it and step into it.
In the frustration of the Heavenly Dao, Laozi, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Zhunti and Jieyin all received Hongjun's decree, and a total of five saints were summoned into the Zixiao Palace.
At this time, a great battle was going on in Lingshan. The twelve ancestor witches immediately condensed Pangu's true body on the Lingshan. On the other side, Taiyi, who had experienced the tragic deaths of nine nephews, hugged Donghuang Zhong and smiled sinisterly, looking mentally abnormal.
Both sides seem to be difficult to deal with, but being difficult to deal with also depends on the degree of difficulty. Zhunti and Jie Yin discussed it, and the more powerful Jie Yin faced the Twelve Ancestral Witches, while Zhunti fought with Donghuang Taiyi.
Jie Yin is a saint, and he fights alone against the twelve ancestor witches, each of whom is a top-level Daluo Jinxian. It seems effortless in terms of numbers, but the saint's power is so terrifying that it is effortless.
Until the true form of Pangu, the ultimate killer weapon of the Twelve Witch Clan, appeared.
Pangu is a saint, and Jie Yin is an imperfect saint. Although the Pangu in front of him is not the real Pangu, defeating Jie Yin is a piece of cake.
The appearance of Pangu father cast a layer of dark clouds over the entire Lingshan and even the West. The West could not see the sun, nor could it see a trace of light. All creatures in the West were affected, except for the Styx, which grew in the sea of blood that never saw the sun.
After sending all the Asuras back to the sea of blood, Minghe gritted his teeth and returned to Lingshan.
At this time, the situation in Lingshan had undergone tremendous changes. With the encouragement of Pangu's true body, Donghuang Taiyi, who was originally beaten by Zhunti, felt that he could not lose to the Wu clan. His unlimited potential was stimulated, and he was able to fight back against Zhunti.
At the same time, Jie Yin was defeated.
Faced with the first alliance between the two races of wizards and liches, Zhunti Jieyin felt extremely miserable.
At this time, Styx came back.
Although they had agreed to Minghe joining the Western Church before, neither of them took Minghe seriously. After all, this person had wanted to steal their Hongmeng Purple Qi before, and later turned against his former ally Kong Shuang. Who knew if he was truly loyal to the West.
Even Zhunti, who had impulsively agreed to the joining of the Styx to the West, calmed down after being warned by Jie Yin, and then regretted it deeply.
When Pangu's true body appeared, the Styx disappeared. They originally thought that the Styx had secretly run away because he saw that the West was about to decline. Now that the Styx has returned, Zhunti is very moved.
The appearance of the Styx temporarily relieved the pressure on the two people in the West. Taiyi was handed over to the Styx, and Zhunti turned to help Jie Yin.
When Taiyi saw that Minghe had become a Westerner, he guessed that Minghe had betrayed Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, and hated the Westerners even more. He exerted all his strength, and Minghe could not resist.
The Taoist's decree arrived at this time, and Zhunti Jieyin became more and more melancholy. On one side was the teacher's decree, and on the other side was Lingshan. He didn't know which one to protect?
The various factions were deadlocked. Facing the invasion of the two major forces in the East, Minghe understood the whole story and took advantage of the interval between the battles with Taiyi to whisper:
"The Little Golden Crow incident was orchestrated and carried out by Zhunti Jieyin, who had no business dealing with the Western creatures. The Eastern Emperor is now venting his anger on the West. What's the difference between the two?"
Taiyi's hand holding the Donghuang Bell trembled slightly. Minghe's words were very similar to the views of his good friend Tongtian. Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Revenge is allowed, but other people should not be implicated.
Minghe had no idea of what was going on in Taiyi's mind. He was determined to stop the Lich and Warlock tribes from attacking the West.
Firstly, Zhunti and Jie Yin are saints after all, immortal beings. Unless the saint from the East comes in person, no matter how the wizards and liches seem to have the upper hand now, they will still be defeated in the end.
Secondly, even if the West is really going to be destroyed, it will fall into his and Kong Shuang's hands. It feels best to avenge one's own revenge.
He has now taken refuge with Zhunti Jieyin, and was worried about how to gain Zhunti Jieyin's trust. Now, the opportunity has come. If he can turn the tide against Zhunti Jieyin and the Western religion and save the West, why would he be afraid of having no status in the West in the future?
While Taiyi was distracted, Minghe passed on a secret message to the ears of Emperor Jiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches: "The demon tribe only sent Donghuang Taiyi to deal with the West, and you, the witch tribe, sent twelve of them at once. If someone didn't know, they would think your nephew had died..."
At this time, Zhunti Jieyin's battle against Pangu's real body in the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons formation has come to an end. If one saint can't beat Pangu dad, then another one can always do it!
The Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons formation was broken. When Di Jiang heard Minghe's words, he felt that they made a lot of sense. Their Wu clan didn't have their nephew dead, so why were they so dedicated to dealing with the West?
Clearing obstacles for the demon clan?
Don’t even think about it!
Di Jiang turned around and led the remaining eleven ancestor witches back to the east.
On the other side, Taiyi was still struggling in pain, hating everyone in the West. He could not completely let go of his hatred for the entire West, but as Minghe said, the Western creatures had done nothing wrong, but Zhunti Jieyin was a saint, and he could not defeat him.
Is this really the only way to give up? Taiyi clenched his fists.
"Don't worry about it." A voice interrupted his thoughts, and Minghe secretly reminded him: "Still thinking about revenge? Run quickly, your life is almost in danger..."
These words were like enlightenment to Taiyi. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhunti Jieyin who was staring at him hungrily. He realized his own crisis and quickly transformed back into his true form of the three-legged golden crow and flew back to the Sun Star in the blink of an eye.
Zhunti Jie Yin didn't bother to care about it, as they still had to go to Zixiao Palace to receive instruction.
Zhunti once again felt proud in front of all the creatures in the ancient world. Feeling proud, he patted Minghe's shoulder with great emotion. When Minghe secretly sent a message to alienate the two races of wizards and liches, he could not hide it from the saint's ears, so he naturally knew about it.
Zhunti said with relief: "Minghe, this time thanks to you. When I return from Zixiao Palace, I will definitely reward you well. From now on, I leave the West in your care."
Minghe secretly sighed, in the past he was on par with Zhunti Jieying, and even slightly better than him. Who would have thought that today, many years later, he is not even as good as Zhunti.
Although he was unwilling to accept it in his heart, Minghe could only smile with joy and said, "Thank you, Saint!"
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