Prehistoric: I am the Ten Cold River God, and I am buried in Tang San at the beginning

"I have tried my best just now to break the shackles of heaven, but I failed to break through. If I continue, I am afraid it will backfire on me..." Taoist Priest Taiqing gently stroked his slightly damp forehead, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his words.

Fortunately, he stopped in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. He knew that God did not tolerate provocation, and if he was not careful, the consequences would be unpredictable.

After finishing speaking, Taiqing realized why Tongtian suddenly came to visit.

The relationship between the three of them seems harmonious on the surface, but in fact it is subtle, like the undercurrent under the iceberg. Only when it is out of sight of others does the unspeakable alienation reveal itself.

After not seeing each other for hundreds of years, silence as ice is the norm.

"Well... that's it..." Tongtian was speechless for a moment, and the words he had carefully arranged were stuck in his throat.

He was originally full of confidence, imagining the dialogue scene, and even rehearsed it countless times.

However, when facing Taiqing, he became clumsy and didn't know how to speak.

"Junior brother, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly. There is no need for us brothers to hide it from each other."

Taiqing guided gently, looking forward to Tongtian's explanation.

"Actually..." Tongtian took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say, "I came here today to invite people to join our Jiejiao..."

"Join Jiejiao? Are you crazy? You can even say this."

Although Taiqing is old, he is not old and foolish. Tongtian's words make him feel incredible.

Why does Renjiao need to rely on Jiejiao? In terms of the qualifications of its disciples, Renjiao is undoubtedly superior.

In terms of top combat power, Xuandu is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

“Tongtian, don’t be too joking.

The matter of conferring gods has caused a lot of trouble in the city, and it is simply ridiculous to propose a merger at this time.

Even if it does merge, how will conflicts be resolved? The issues behind this force me to re-examine your proposal. "

Taiqing's words were serious.

"Brother, the situation is urgent! Chanjiao has already started taking action, and their possible goal is to completely eliminate Jiejiao."

Tongtian's voice was filled with anxiety. He understood that this matter cannot be delayed. If he misses it, the clues will be cut off and the consequences will be irreversible.

"Taozu once said that everyone on the list of gods has a certain number, not everyone can ascend to the immortal world."

Taiqing reminded that he understood what Tongtian was worried about, but the reality was before his eyes and could not be ignored.

The plot of "The Chronicles of the Gods: Alliance of Ice" unfolds quietly in this Cold War-like dialogue, with tension and conflict intertwined in it.

After all, the road to immortality means enduring endless trials and pains, being bound by rules, and having difficulty enjoying the freedom of the world.

In the mortal world, practitioners are free and at ease, enjoying food and wine without worrying about trivial matters.

However, once you step into heaven, its complexity is far beyond imagination.

As for those at the bottom of the Jiaojiao rankings, they are already weak in strength and rely on resourcefulness rather than strength. Their dream of becoming immortals is particularly ardent.

They understand that no matter how much effort they put in, they cannot change the ruthlessness of fate, and they may even get nothing.

Here, it has become a distorted "proving ground", full of unknown risks.

"Junior brother, I would be deeply sorry if you came here just for this matter. I have no intention of getting involved."

I said calmly, his words were like ice, instantly shattering all Tongtian's expectations.

Tongtian originally thought that the deep friendship would move me to help, but now it seems that my concerns are far beyond his imagination, and I don't even want to face him.

"Senior brother, wouldn't it be very satisfying if we work together to defeat Jie Jiao? Why not give it a try."

Tongtian proposed with confidence, although he knew very little about the internal details of the Human Sect and the so-called opportunities.

However, Lao Tzu had no interest in this and even interrupted him: "Junior brother, I must remind you that the survival of the Human Religion is related to the overall situation, and I don't want it to be damaged by this incident.

You need to understand the risks. "

For Tongtian, the same principle applies.

If it were me seeking cooperation, he would think carefully about it. After all, the other party's strength should not be underestimated.

Even in the teaching of interpretation, every individual contains amazing fighting power, which is difficult for ordinary people to match.

Faced with Chanjiao's plan to advance step by step, Tongtian knew that it would be a huge threat to himself.

"Senior brother, I beg you once. It's really difficult for me to solve this problem by myself."

He showed a helpless and bitter expression. I was the only one he could rely on. If even he refused, he might not be able to find any substitute and he wouldn't be able to save Jie Jiao's decline.

The greater the expectations, the deeper the disappointment.

At this moment, facing Laozi's public rejection, Tongtian felt ashamed and lost, as if his dignity had been trampled on.

However, at this moment, these trivial matters were irrelevant, and only the silent Taoist temple remained.

"Junior brother, eager for quick success will only be in vain. The cycle of life is a natural law, so there is no need to worry too much."

Taishang Laojun said calmly, except for the topics just mentioned, he had the rest of the knowledge at his fingertips. This is exactly the style of a learned man.

As for these, Tongtian has no intention to find out.

He now understood that the Supreme Being would not help him, but that Laojun did not care about Jie Jiao's survival.

This kind of tenderness between brothers seemed particularly desolate in his heart now.

"That's all. Since senior brother is so decisive, I don't need to say anything more. Let's stop this matter."

Tongtian's tone was gloomy, as if he could foresee that the end of Jiejiao's fate was gradually approaching.

Now, it seems that the only way to go is to face it.

There is no way to retreat. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you don't move forward, you will fall into the abyss of eternal destruction.

"Junior brother, it's not that I don't want to help you. This matter is destiny, and I can't shake it with my own strength." After the Supreme Master finished speaking, he also sighed deeply. The helplessness on the surface could not conceal the secret joy in his heart.

Humph, help you? dream!

How could he have a grudge against Chanjiao for you, or even break up with Yuanshi? That is undoubtedly asking for trouble.

At the beginning, he was also worried about the matter of the list of gods, for fear that it would involve his beloved disciples.

How can the elites we have cultivated so easily be given away to others so easily? Fortunately, now it seems that Yuanshi has focused all his attention on Tongtian and wants to kill Jiejiao!

This is just what I want! The more ferocious they make, the more beneficial it is to our religion. It would be best if both the jade and the stone are destroyed. Then the other religions can reap the benefits. Isn’t it wonderful! Therefore, Tongtian's request for help this time was actually a unnecessary interruption.

"Then please come back, junior brother."

Tongtian sounded dissatisfied, turned around and pushed open the palace door, and left proudly.

Xuandu outside the door was almost out of his mind. The door suddenly opened, and a powerful pressure surged out, and then a figure appeared.

"Uncle Master, what's going on?"

Xuandu was secretly surprised, could it be that he had a dispute with his master? It's a pity that I missed this wonderful scene!

On the other side, after Jiang Long and Tang San were expelled by Shang Zhou, they did not choose to stay and quietly left the city that night.

The guards were overjoyed when they saw the two people leaving, as if it was a festive occasion. It wasn't until their figures disappeared into the darkness that the weak firelight gradually dissipated.

"Are we going to leave like this?"

When he was about to set off, Tang Xuance suddenly stopped and asked softly.

"Faced with King Zhou of Shang, our persuasion is tantamount to playing the harp to an ox.

His heart is as hard as stone, and no teaching can move it. "