Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Even the Chan Sect is helpless to save its fellow sect members, let alone the Buddhist sect. Those powerful Buddhist sects wish for the death of the Buddha!

As for Jiejiao, Yang Jiao will definitely not care. He is not worried about being looked down upon for not rescuing the mount team. As long as his strength is still there, no one will dare to look down on him.

On Penglai Island, the assembly has entered a whitening state.

Fang Yang waved his hand, and the members of Wusheng Sect, who were deeply worried about Xuanmen, appeared on the high platform cheering.

Every suffering master who came here had a cultivation level of Taiyi Golden Immortal or above, and among them, there were forty-eight Daluo Golden Immortals. When these people appeared at the same time, an aura of immortality and transcendence spread out, and countless immortal sounds sounded in the void.

The four great supernatural powers of Yangmei World and all the immortals in the audience were all shocked by the sudden arrival of these masters.

There have been rumors for a long time in the ancient times that there are many masters of Wusheng Cult, and there are many powerful people. However, no one has seen it with their own eyes, and many people think that the level of the Wusheng Cult is comparable to that of the Jie Cult before the Fengshen Calamity Tribulation.

When they met today, everyone realized that the Wu Sheng Cult had a deeper foundation than the Jie Cult back then.

"See the leader!"

The Wusheng Cult members reached the high platform, but there was no enemy in their eyes. They only saw Fang Yang.

Fang Yang nodded slightly: "Today is the day for you to take revenge. These people in front of you are the disciples of the saint who have hurt you. You can take revenge at will, and all the cause and effect will be borne by me."

The believers burst into tears after hearing Fang Yang's words, and secretly swore in their hearts that they must be loyal to Fang Yang, help Fang Yang achieve Hunyuan, and establish the ideal vacuum hometown.

"Thank you for your grace, the leader. We will never forget the leader's great kindness. We are willing to be broken into pieces for the leader and fall into eternal calamity."

The immortals in the audience were also shocked by Fang Yang's words, especially the sentence "I bear all the cause and effect." This is equivalent to taking the saint's revenge on himself.

Who wouldn’t like a boss who treats his subordinates well?

"It's a pity. No matter how kind the leader Wusheng is to his subordinates, he is not a saint. In order to avenge his subordinates, he has offended the saint, and now he has taken all the cause and effect on himself. The saint will definitely not let him go."

"It would be great if the leader of the Wusheng Cult was a saint. Since the Wusheng Cult was born, it has never relied on its strength to bully the weak in the wilderness."

"Isn't that right? The incident in Kui Kingdom was caused by Wusheng Cult disciples. Wusheng Cult is not innocent."

"It's a joke. The king of Kui Kingdom is stupid and immoral, making the people miserable. The disciples of Wu Sheng teach to punish the people and attack the stupid king. What's wrong with that?"

The immortals in the audience were still discussing, but the Wusheng Cult members had already begun their revenge.

Daojun Huntian walked quickly to the True Lord Qingxu Daode and asked: "Qingxu, do you still recognize me?"

Qingxu Daodezhen knew that he would not escape death today, so he was no longer afraid. He glanced at Daojun Huntian lightly, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Taoist Huntian, it's you. At that time, you were just a young disciple beside the Chicheng Cave Master, with mediocre luck. What kind of adventure did you get that you actually attained Daluo?"

Daojun Huntian is not an ordinary casual cultivator. His teacher is the cave master of Chicheng Cave.

The master of Chicheng Cave had deep luck and good fortune. He originally had a chance to attain Daluo enlightenment, but when he attained enlightenment, he encountered a sneak attack from the True Lord Qingxu Daode, and his body died and his path disappeared.

Before his death, the master of Chicheng Cave relied on the magic power of Da Luo to send his disciples away respectively, hoping that they could escape.

However, only Daojun Huntian escaped alone, and his senior brother, senior sister, and junior wife all died at the hands of True Lord Qingxu Daode.

Daojun Huntian was able to escape because he was lucky and was sent to Mount Tai by the master of Chicheng Cave. Bixia Yuanjun covered up for Daojun Huntian, giving him a glimmer of hope.

Later, Taojun Huntian still exposed his identity and had no choice but to escape into Buzhou Mountain.

"Hahahaha, what about you, Da Luo, who has attained enlightenment? Your teacher is already dead! He failed in attaining enlightenment. If he dies, he will die completely and will never come back. Even if you kill Pindao, your teacher will not survive. "

There was a look of ridicule on Qingxu Daodezhenjun's face.

When Taojun Huntian heard this, he couldn't help but think of the scene of his teacher's tragic death, and the hatred in his heart increased infinitely.

"Okay, Pindao will dig out your heart and see if your heart is white or black."

Daojun Huntian took out his claw and inserted it into the chest of True Monarch Qingxu Daode.

"Long Guang, you despicable villain. You pretended to be an unknown cultivator, saying that you were being hunted by evil heretics, and begged my Guhuoniao clan to protect you. However, you coveted the body of the ancestor of my Guhuoniao clan. I want to use the body of the ancestor to refine the ultimate acquired spiritual treasure."

Immortal Lord Shui Jing slapped the Longguang Ancient Buddha fiercely, smashing the face of the Longguang Ancient Buddha.

Who would have thought that the saint's disciples would kill the Guhuoniao clan for a corpse. If Shui Jingxianjun had not been lucky and was not in the clan at that time, he would have died along with the others.

Both sides of the ancient Buddha's face in Longguang were knocked off, which was extremely painful and miserable. However, no one sympathized with him because it was his own fault.

Taojun Zi Lei is also taking revenge.

The target of his revenge is Qiu Shouxian.

Legend has it in ancient times that during the Battle of Zhuolu, in order to break Chiyou's Nine-Nine Xuanyin Dutian Formation, the Yellow Emperor beheaded Patriarch Kui Niu and refined the skin of Patriarch Kui Niu into a fairy drum. Only then did he break the formation. .

However, this is actually a conspiracy, a conspiracy deliberately created by Qiu Shouxian in order to practice a magical power called Tianshi Leiyin.

The so-called immortal drum made of Kui cowhide can break the formation, which is a lie fabricated by Qiu Shou Xian. He took advantage of breaking the formation, borrowed a knife to kill people, and beheaded Patriarch Kui Niu.

After Qiu Shouxian obtained the origin of Kui Niu Ancestor, he cultivated into the Heavenly Lion Thunder Sound, and his strength skyrocketed.

Zi Lei Daojun cut off the head of the Qiu Shou Immortal with one stroke of his hand: "Qiu Shou Immortal, Pindao will give your head to the Immortal Chef to make a unique dish, braised lion head. Your name will be With this dish, its fame will be passed down through the ages. Even if you die, you can still return home with a smile."

Qiushouxian's spirit remained in his head and roared wildly.

"Zi Lei, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Pindao is a Daluo Jinxian, he can be killed but not humiliated."

Zi Lei Daojun ignored him and used Taoist magic to remove the hair from the lion's head.

At this moment, everyone was happily seeking revenge. One of their methods is more ruthless than the other, and each is more exciting than the other.

"it is good!"

Finally, the people sitting in the audience couldn't help it and cheered.

There is nothing happier than seeing your enemy suffer life and death torture. After the first person cheered, the others became bolder and burst into cheers.

After all the disciples of the saint were executed, the immortals were already crying with joy, and no words could describe their inner joy.