Honghuang: I really don’t want to be the Emperor of Heaven

The visitor stared at Donghua closely, ignoring the other people as if they were familiar.

Donghua looked at the visitor calmly. Ever since he killed the evil corpse and reached the pinnacle of early Quasi-Saint cultivation, he had gained a lot of confidence. He had a sense of pride that he could overcome the greatness of the past.

Said: "Who are you?"

The visitor did not move his eyes away, still staring at Donghua, and said: "I, King Pan, am a good friend of Duke Wu Yi."

"Oh!"

Donghua answered calmly, then stopped talking to the person in front of him, and started saying goodbye to the people next to him.

But his mind did not relax for a moment, it all stayed on King Pan.

A great man once said that strategically, we should despise the enemy, but tactically, we should pay attention to the enemy.

When King Pan saw that he was being ignored, he blew his beard and stared in anger, wondering when he, King Pan, as one of the first batch of innate saints to take form, had ever been so ignored.

"Junior, I'm asking you a question. Do you have the Luobao money in your hands?"

Donghua looked back and asked casually: "Are you talking to me?"

King Pan suppressed the anger in his heart, tried to calm himself down, and said, "Who else is there besides you?"

Donghua: "Oh, no."

The place where the treasure and money are found is indeed not in his hands, but on the Zifu Lingtai.

King Pan gritted his teeth and said: "The aura of Luobao Money appeared here at the last moment. There is no one else here except you. If it is not in your hands, in whose hands is it?"

Donghua said calmly: "Then I don't know. If you want to know, just ask Luobao for money."

"You..." King Pan angrily stretched out his finger and pointed at Donghua, but did not say a word.

"Hahaha."

Seeing this scene, the three little phoenixes beside them couldn't hold back and laughed.

When King Pan heard the laughter, he glared with lightning in his eyes. He was so frightened that Sanxiao immediately closed his mouth and hid behind Donghua.

"The last breath of Luobao's money is on your body, how can you say it's not in your hands?"

King Pan once again suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "The treasure money is a relic of my former friend Wu Yigong. If it is in the hands of fellow Taoist, I hope that fellow Taoist can hand it over. I am willing to exchange it for something of equal value."

Donghua: "I wonder what treasure you want to exchange for?"

King Pan didn't want to cause trouble, so he took out a spiritual treasure like a spiritual treasure picture, and said: "I am willing to use this treasure, the sun and moon picture, to exchange it with you, how about it?"

Donghua looked at it and said disdainfully: "You are so wishful thinking. You can hear the noise in the chaos. You want to exchange a top-grade innate spiritual treasure for the money of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure? What do you think? You can't. You must have become stupid through cultivation."

"Humph, junior, what are you thinking? How could I not know that although treasure money is a top-grade spiritual treasure, its use requires merit and luck, so its real effect is not as good as a top-grade innate spiritual treasure."

"Don't sit back and raise the price, or take out the spiritual treasure quickly. If I didn't consider that the money from the treasure is the treasure of a former friend, why would I exchange it with you?"

When Donghua heard this, he couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed. He hated this kind of moral kidnapping the most in his past life.

"What a sanctimonious Patriarch Pan Wang, what a good dog."

When King Pan heard this, he cursed angrily: "Shuzi, how dare you insult me."

Donghua: "So what if I bully you? Are you, King Panhu, not a dog?"

King Pan's name is Panhu, and his true form is a dragon dog. He took the form of a dragon in the ancient times, practiced the Taoism, and became a Taoist in the Longhan period. He is the same innate divine being as the ancestral dragon Yuanfeng.

Without waiting for King Pan to speak, Donghua continued: "You still have the nerve to call Duke Wu Yi your friend. It was clearly you who wanted to see the treasure and secretly killed Duke Wu Yi. You actually dared to speak so shamelessly here. I have never seen anything like this. Shameless person.”

When Donghua saw Wu Yigong's physical form, he discovered that he was deeply poisoned and thought it was the work of that ferocious beast.

Now Pan Wang's performance just shows that he is absolutely inseparable from the relationship.

"Young man is so impudent that you dare to ruin my reputation. You will die for me."

King Pan cursed angrily, and a long black flag appeared in his hand. He had given up hope of getting the treasure's money without taking action.

Donghua laughed playfully: "Who are you calling, junior?"

King Pan said directly without thinking, "Junior is calling you."

Donghua laughed loudly, suddenly realizing that this Pan Wang's mind was not very flexible.

"It is indeed the junior who is calling me. He is really an obedient and good bastard."

King Pan is innately divine, and his dragon-dog body is a Taoist body. In fact, it has nothing to do with the hybrid. Donghua just wants to anger this person.

He knew that it would be difficult to be good today. How could ordinary people resist the temptation of top-notch innate spiritual treasures.

What's more, judging from today's situation, it is no longer a matter of one or two days for this Pan King to plan to get the treasure money.

And he himself will definitely not give up the treasure money, and he will definitely have to do it this time.

King Pan himself was not good at words and was no match for Donghua in terms of words, so he simply took action directly.

Panwang flags danced, and the powerful magic power of the Quasi-Saint Stage penetrated the sky. The sky was filled with clouds, forming a gray drizzle.

A drizzle of rain enveloped Wuyi Mountain.

If you look carefully, you will see that this is not rain. It is clearly the rain of poisonous insects transformed by the Law of Disaster.

Donghua unfolded the Purifying White Lotus to protect several people. The rain of poisonous insects fell on the barrier formed by the white lotus and disappeared without a trace, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

King Pan exclaimed, "Twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus!"

Donghua said: "Old bastard, if you answered correctly, grandpa will reward you with a Pure Yang Sword."

The pure Yang sword in his hand released the pure Yang fairy light under the output of mana. The fairy light was like clouds all over the sky. The rising sun broke King Pan's calamity aura.

One sword stabs out, and the sword transforms into thousands.

It can be said that with one sword, everything comes to life.

Although Donghua does not specialize in cultivating the Law of Creation, he is slightly involved in it, and the Pure Yang Law itself has the power of endless life.

Wherever the sword light passed, the void shattered, the rain of Gu insects was cut off and split into two, and King Pan's first wave of offensive collapsed.

"Ah, ah, little blue bird, look, His Majesty Dong Wang is so powerful."

"Yes, yes, King Dong is indeed the leader of male immortals."

"The King of the East is indeed powerful, his swordsmanship is as good as the Tao."

The third child stood under the white lotus, chirping and commenting on the battle in the field, looking like I know best.

But the princes Changqin and Xianyu did not relax for a moment. As the saying goes, outsiders are watching the excitement, and the three minors have low cultivation levels and cannot see the dangers.

The two of them have reached the level of Daluo Jinxian, and they can still see some ways.

King Pan's attack just now was just a probing attack, but even with this probing attack, the two of them had no confidence that they could accept it.

I just don’t know how much force Duke Dong used just now.

King Pan was not upset when he saw that the offensive was blocked, but he was afraid of Jingshi Bailian.

This treasure is the nemesis of monks like them.

Dance the Panwang Banner and stand up to fight in close combat. The Panwang Banner carries the power of disaster, as if the end is coming.

Every Shinto monk must cultivate the physical body and master the physical body.

As for the noble students of the Immortal Way, they pay attention to the cultivation of the soul. Although they practice the physical body, they are still inferior to those of the Shinto monks.

Donghua stepped forward with his sword in hand and faced King Pan.

The pure Yang power in the sword light spurted out and turned into billions of sword energy.

The two sides fought fiercely together.

Wherever the flag's shadow passes, life is extinguished.

The sword light circulates like a bright sun.

From Wuyi Mountain to the southern continent, and then to the South China Sea, all kinds of energy burst out.

Fighting all the way, and then back to Wuyi Mountain, the two stopped on two peaks.

Donghua sighed in his heart, he was worthy of being in the quasi-sage stage, he had really cultivated himself.

At this time, the momentum of the two people has reached its peak, and the battle has also ushered in the final battle.

ps: Today is National Day, October 1st. I wish our great motherland a happy holiday, and I also wish my friends a happy holiday.

Finally, I would like to ask my friends for monthly tickets and recommended tickets. In the new month, the bosses who have guaranteed monthly passes can give two to support the newcomers. Thank you very much.