This supermarket is not right [Honghuang]

Ming He's body froze, and he slowly looked at the woman in palace costume smiling at him behind him.The woman was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and looked extremely beautiful.It seems that the whole body is covered with a layer of holy light, and the appearance of chuckling is like a gust of wind blowing the earth.Warm and serene.

The sallow and thin man in Taoist robe chuckled, his pupils were calm.With a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyebrows slightly.Although he had nothing in his hands, Styx seemed extremely frightened.Slightly pursing his lips, Styx said in a low voice, "Zhunti, why are the two Taoists Pingxin blocking my way?" Chunti chuckled, his hoarse voice seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm, "Styx said Friends, this is the way of heaven, irreversible, irreversible!"

Styx's face was flushed red, his beard and hair were caressed, and the cold wind blew past him.With the roar of a tiger whistling in his ears, Zhunti stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at Styx, "Fellow Daoist Styx is still not returning to the sea of ​​blood at this time?"

With a bang, Styx fell headlong into the sea of ​​blood.That force seemed to weigh a thousand catties, irresistible.With supreme coercion, he was thrown into the sea of ​​blood before he could recover.Standing in mid-air, Zhunti looked at Pingxin and said, "Your Majesty, can you sell me some face?"

Ping Xin giggled, covered her mouth with her white fingers and said softly, "You can't sell the saint's face, but this Styx is also bold enough to insult me. If you don't give him retribution today, I'm afraid it will make him I have underestimated my underworld." Speaking of this, Pingxin turned her eyebrows and looked at Zhunti, and said softly, "I don't want another Monkey King." Pingxin's words had an ending sound, as if he meant something refer to.Zhunti touched his nose, but did not speak.

Sun Wukong was able to obtain the life and death book smoothly, and it can be said that Zhunti contributed the most.Zhunti once exchanged the cause and effect of past events for Monkey King to run wild in the underworld, otherwise the King of Hades of the Ten Temples would have already taken down this monkey head who didn't know what to do.If it weren't for the Taishang Laojun who turned Hu into a Buddha and owed the karma to lead the Taoist, then how could Sun Wukong get the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.

That Haotian is not easy to mess with, even if he promised cause and effect, he still made the monkey who didn't know what to do or not suffer for a long time.The Xiaodao boy who was the gatekeeper back then is really not easy to provoke now, if he is in a hurry, then Haotian will go to Zixiao Palace to read him and wait for a book.Thinking of the attitude of the Zixiao Palace, Zhunti shook his body.Speaking of Pingxin in front of him, he is still a junior sister who is ready to mention. Back then, the Taoist priest personally promised to accept Pingxin as a disciple.

The two slowly stood above the sea of ​​blood, which was constantly rolling in waves.But the filthy sea of ​​blood couldn't get close to the two of them, Ping Xin's face changed, and his expression was solemn.A flash of lightning flashed in his hand, crackling.Zhunti was taken aback for a moment, thinking in astonishment that although Pingxin had been resting in peace for countless years, in his heart he was an ancestor witch who fought in battle.That thunder of the gods resounded for thousands of miles, shaking even the heavenly court.The sea of ​​blood seemed to be illuminated by the light of chaos, and the dark red blood river kept surging and roaring past.

Zhunti squinted slightly, and stepped back a little without looking for signs.Although Pingxin has not been sanctified, but a little bit of true spirit resides in the way of heaven, no different from a saint.What's more, the Wu clan is already powerful, with a peaceful heart and immortality, and has devoted themselves to seeking the Tao for many years.I am afraid that in terms of cultivation base and mana, it is a bit higher than him.Thinking of this, Zhunti's already sallow complexion became more and more painful.For the growth of Buddhism, Zhunti can be described as an organ calculation.Even his own practice has been delayed a lot, but fortunately, the practice of Jieyin can be firmly pressed in the forefront of the saint.Otherwise, if the catastrophe of heaven and earth happens, he will be the first to bear the brunt of it.

"Amitabha!" Although Zhunti was wearing a Taoist robe, he softly called out the Buddha's name.Looking at Pingxin with cold eyes, the God of Thunder in Pingxin's palm is said to be the thunder that exploded the cracks in the sky and the earth when Pangu created the world, and possesses endless power.If he suffered this lightning from the God of Heaven, Styx would have to shed a layer of skin even if he did not die.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sitting on the bank trembled, looking at the chaotic light in the sky, his heart sank.This empress wants the sea of ​​blood in the Styx river to dry up, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can't sit still thinking of this place.If he was staying here and was accidentally injured by that empress, I am afraid that even the second leader would not dare to argue with that empress.Move the mount under you to listen carefully, and listen carefully to the auspicious cloud floating under your feet. After a while, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha has already been far away from the sea of ​​blood.

Pingxin has quite a few complaints about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but this Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dare not go too far.He only dared to save the undead at the foot of the Yin Mountain and on the shore of the Blood Sea. If he really went to the underworld, he might have been struck by a thunderbolt from the God of Du and killed all his soul.

"I'm going to give this Stygian child a retribution today!" said Madam Pingxin with a bit of gnashing of teeth, and the Dutian Thunder in her hand suddenly exploded with a crackling sound.The divine thunder fell into the sea of ​​blood, splashing huge waves of ten thousand meters.A tragic cry came from the sea of ​​blood, and a muffled groan amidst the countless screams made Ping Xin heave a sigh of relief.

"So I have to trouble Brother Zhunti to wait here!" Ping Xin regained her calm appearance.As if the woman with the hideous face just now was not her, Zhunti's heart trembled when he saw it.He said with a dry smile, "It's not a problem. This is the return of an old friend. It's a happy event." Ping Xin said with a light smile, "It's indeed a happy event. Brother Zhunti's magic weapon went a little far back then." As soon as Xin's words fell, Zhunti's expression became a little uneasy.Ping Xin is mocking him, when he was plotting against others back then, he must have had a share, but now this way of acting is probably plotting against others again.

After finishing speaking, Ping Xin ignored Zhun Ti's embarrassing expression, and slowly returned to the underworld.Zhunti sighed softly, although he had already gained a notorious reputation among all the supernatural beings.But there are really not many people who can beat him on the spot.After all, both identity and cultivation are placed there, and the dignity of a saint cannot be desecrated.If anyone dares to slander a saint, I am afraid no saint will tolerate it.This is the bottom line of a saint, but this peace of mind is no different from that of a saint.

Zhunti, who was ridiculed by Pingxin, was a little annoyed. Seeing the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva floating in front of the sea of ​​blood, Zhunti stood high above the sky, pursing his lips.This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is the disciple of Jieyin, so he naturally wouldn't inquire too much, since there are really not many of his direct disciples.There was only one Monkey King, shaking the sleeves of his Taoist robe, Zhunti had a cold face.

"Amitabha!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not dare to greet the second leader, so he could only sit on the sea of ​​blood and read Buddhist scriptures softly.In the churning sea of ​​blood, the sound of screams continued to spread, and the sound of roars came from the sea of ​​blood.At this time, Styx really didn't dare to bleed into the sea. If he came out, Pingxin would be struck by thunder from the gods again.I'm afraid that more than half of his blood sea will be evaporated by the flat-hearted Du Tianshen Lei, so he can only stomp his feet angrily in the blood sea.

At this moment, Patriarch Styx He was covered in dark red blood, he raised his head and the churning sea of ​​blood couldn't stop his sight.A vague figure was standing in the air above the sea of ​​blood, and the wafting wind seemed to be stained with a golden luster.Styx flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly.Close your eyes and rest your mind, ignore it.

This must be mentioned, just to block him in the sea of ​​blood.In order to repay the cause and effect, this quasi-spirited fellow Taoist also decided not to be a saint.Thinking of this, Styx's heart moved. Although he promised not to let himself bleed into the sea, he did not say that he would not let his blood god son bleed into the sea.Could it be——

Styx groaned and chuckled, he has 8000 million Blood God Sons.That Yang Jian is not as good as Daluo Jinxian, but one of them holds the treasure of Pingxin Xiaoer in his hand, so he is not easy to deal with.If you want to elevate your blood god son to the level of quasi-sage, think of this.Styx snorted coldly, above the churning sea of ​​blood, a drop of blood seemed to be in the sky above.Zhun raised his eyebrows and eyes lightly, but ignored it.

Styx was overjoyed in his heart, as expected, this Zhunti would not pay attention to his blood god son.The blood-dropping son quickly rushed out of the sea of ​​blood tens of thousands of miles away, and flew towards the outside of the underworld.

"Tsk, Zhun mentioning fellow daoist is also careless." The young man had bright eyebrows and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.His robes flapped in the wind.On the clear blue sky, the man stood on top of a mountain.He gently pulled out the sword at his waist, and the sword was shining with blue light.Illuminates the entire sky in a dazzling and charming way, and throws the sword lightly.

The sword fell down in an instant, and it didn't take long.Baojian came to a stone tablet, and on that stone tablet were written the words "Shangqing Yu Yutian" in big and powerful characters.The sword didn't stop much, and rushed straight down, as if falling into chaos.It has aroused countless ground, water, wind and fire.It continued to explode in the chaos, and a circle of transparent ripples swayed.Charge into the whole bastard with endless power.

"Oh, the third junior brother is still like this!" The pill furnace was emitting purple smoke, and the old man's beard and hair were all white.He waved lightly, and said to Daotong, "Call Xuandu here." Daotong nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the palace.

There is a plaque hanging on the palace with the inscription 'Dousita Bajing Palace'.Not long after, Dao Tong came to the side hall, and a simple-faced Taoist was meditating.The Taoist said in a childish voice, "Senior Brother Xuandu, Master Sage told you to go to Bajing Palace." Xuandu opened his eyes and nodded slightly.

Arriving in the Palace of Eight Views, the old man was still fanning his fan, and the furnace of elixir was emitting a delicate fragrance.Without looking back, the old man flicked his sleeve lightly, and a scroll emitting golden light appeared in Xuandu's palm.

"You hang this picture of Tai Chi in the Huoyun Cave, my third junior brother is just messing around! At this moment, the water, wind and fire in the chaos are constantly clashing. If it takes one hour or three quarters, the Huoyun Cave will suffer." The old man said. The time was extremely flat, as if there was no emotion at all.

"Yes, Master!" Xuandu has long been used to it, the old man practiced the way of forgetting love.Holding the Tai Chi diagram in his hand, Xuandu unfolded it gently, and a golden bridge appeared in front of him.