In the vast land, in the Western Paradise, Bodhi floats everywhere, golden light shines, and on the merits, a pool of golden lotus flowers continue to bloom. The sound of the light and tinkling water makes people feel illusion. At this moment, in the three-star slanting moon cave, Zhunti and Jieyin are pinching the Buddha seal and smiled and said, "Is it a pleasure to have friends coming from the east!"

The wood god Jumang sat upright on the lotus platform, his face a little nervous, his mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he never knew how to speak. Facing the two saints shining with golden light, Jumang didn't know where to start, after all, there were ants under the saints in the prehistoric land.

Although the ant, the Twelve Ancestor Witch, is a little bigger, but the ant is always an ant and has limited say.

But even if he didn't speak, as a saint, Zhunti naturally understood their purpose. He smiled faintly and pinched the Buddha's verse Lotus and said, "I already know the purpose of the Wood God coming, but there is no free lunch in this world. We brothers and sisters need a reason to believe, and we can take action!"

"This..." Ju Mang still couldn't figure out the thoughts of Zhunti and Jie Yin, and didn't know how to say it.

But then he said, "The two saints, as long as we and the witch clan can do it, they will definitely be satisfied!"

Zhunti nodded reservedly and sighed: "Jumang Zuwu must understand that although the ground in the West is vast, it is mostly barren land, especially not many talents like the Zuwu. If we want us to wait for the Western religion to prosper, no one can do it. I don't know that Juumang Zuwu can understand what I mean!"

Ju Mang thought for a while, and immediately understood, and said, "As long as the two saints can protect our witch clan, that Ju Mang can agree to the two saints on behalf of the entire witch clan. After the demon clan heaven is destroyed, all of our witch clan will be born into the Western Sect. How about the two saints as the leader!"

"Trade!" Zhunti said happily.

Zhunti wanted this effect. This transaction was sure to make a profit. It was just a move. Even if it failed and the witch clan was exterminated, it had nothing to do with the West. These were all the battles of the East. Therefore, Zhunti was still happy to build it. After Xuanming and Gonggong left, Zhunti held the Buddha flower in his hand and asked, "Senior brother, how much chance can we win?"

Jie Yin smiled bitterly and said, "There is no chance of winning!"

"Why?" Zhunti said inexplicably.

"Because Nuwa will interfere, Tongtian will not sit idly. I will interfere, and Yuanshi will interfere. More importantly, the person from Beihai will interfere. I can only say that if we wait and see if it changes, we can save one. If we can save one, it will be fine. Under the way of heaven, the witch clan will be extinct. How dare you block the power of the way of heaven?"

"This..." Zhunti's ink marks for a moment and stopped talking.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Gonggong said to himself: "Miss Xuanming, how likely is this to win?"

Xuan Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Leave it to fate! Then we will see what progress has been made by the boss and Brother Jumang. It is really difficult for us to fight with the ants to fight with the heaven for a chance to survive!"

Obviously, Xuanming and Gonggong have also been to Kunlun Mountain and Yuxu Palace. Yuanshi also gave them some requirements. The era of the four major sects competing for luck has begun. However, they seem to have found the wrong partner, luck, and only the human race is the orthodox fortune. Why bother to find a race that is about to exterminate the clan to fight for luck?

However, the saint is just boring and looking for fun. Naturally, Yuanshi is the same. If no one asks for a visit, wouldn’t it mean that he is too useless? Only in this way can he show the dignity of his saint, and the young mind hurt by Chen Yuyang can make up for it.

At this moment, in the palace of Jinao Island in the East China Sea, Tongtian was still handsome and handsome, wearing a purple-red Taoist robe, a pot of sake on the table, and four swords of Zhuxian, looking extremely leisurely. Beside Tongtian, the Virgin Mother Wudang stood quietly, with her eyes staring at her master.

You should know that Tongtian can be regarded as the most handsome saint among the saints, and it is rare to love the world. Therefore, many female fairies on the prehistoric land will come to Jinao Island after they are formed and come to watch Tongtian saints open the altar to preach. In fact, listening to the sermon is fake, but seeing Tongtian, a white horse from the prehistoric era, is real.

As a disciple, Wudang's Virgin is no exception. She can be said to be a worshiper of Tongtian, or in her heart, Tongtian is no longer as simple as a master. On Jinao Island, after being influenced by Tongtian's thoughts, her worship of Tongtian has reached a level of madness.

Whether it was Tongtian drinking or Tongtian preaching, she had a dazzling glory in her eyes.

The wine pot was empty, and the Virgin Mary Wu immediately filled it up, her beautiful eyes turned slightly, but she didn't say anything. There were many beauties on the prehistoric land, especially the beauty of the demon clan. Virgin Mary Wu was one of them, wearing a thin gauze dress, with a light green color, and her slender fingers were like jade onions.

Tongtian tsk, as a saint, naturally knew what his disciple was thinking, but he didn't name it, just said, "Wu Dang, how many years have you been to my Jinao Island?"

The Virgin Wudang immediately put down the wine pot and said, "It's been ten thousand years since I returned to Master!"

Tongtian nodded and sighed, "Thousands of years have passed, ten thousand years have passed, and the saint's life is still a little boring!"

The Virgin Wudang immediately turned red and hesitated, "Master, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"Little girl, tell me!" Tongtian smiled faintly, picked up the wine pot, and poured it into pieces. The Virgin Mary of Wudang twisted and said, "If Master feels that this saint's life is boring, how about finding a master's wife for me and my disciples? This way, can you pass this boring time?"

Tongtian laughed for a while and said, "Little girl, you dare to joke with your master. You are tired of living!"

The Virgin Wudang immediately fell to the ground and said, "Master, please calm down, please calm down!"

Tongtian touched his smooth chin boredly and said, "Get up, get up! Why should I take it seriously just by joking?" As Tongtian said, he stood up and came to the gate of Biyou Palace step by step. Looking at the cloudy sky, he murmured to himself: "You guys make a fuss, make a fuss, don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss!"

After a pause, Tongtian said again: "You are all saints in the prehistoric world? What are you saints in the prehistoric world? After fighting over and over, what can these things do? But it's still just a waste, a waste!" hf();
Chapter completed!