Calculate the general ledger with the flood

After Hongjun joined forces with Fenbao, Senior Brother Jieyin and I walked out of Zixiao Palace with a bitter face—just like in other stories, the magic treasures on Fenbao Cliff that are destined for us are rare, but it is the protagonist Hongmeng Tianzun who earns He paid a lot of money, and took away Fenbaoya.

"Okay, you must mention it, you are really wicked." A voice suddenly came from outside Zixiao Palace, it was the protagonist, "You still want to find out the details of the God-killing Spear from Daozu. Haha, have your delusions been shattered? Hongjun Daozu I personally said that this treasure can kill saints."

"Tianzun Hongmeng, we won't talk to you, junior brother, let's go." The senior brother Jieyin was afraid that we would fight again, so he hurriedly said.

"Hmph, I'm different from you. I have the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda above my head. Even if I have the innate killing treasure, it can't scratch my oily skin." Hongmeng Tianzun taunted again, drove away with Mo Qilin.

Oh, so I wanted to kill you, first of all I wanted to kill your Xuanhuang Pagoda, thank you for the reminder.

--and many more.

Why does this sentence pattern, which seems to be mocking but is actually a reminder, sound so familiar?

I suddenly turned my head and stared at the protagonist's back, but I couldn't see any clues.

—Protagonist, can you hear me?Was it you just now?

I tried to send him a message with my fundamental consciousness, but there was still no response.

Strange, am I thinking too much?Well, think about it carefully, if this is really a reminder from the protagonist, there is a problem with the way of thinking.

It is almost impossible to kill the protagonist by violent means.Because the author's golden fingers are thicker than the waist, the protagonist always has some shit luck to survive.Besides, the protagonist's fighting ability is stronger than mine.Not to mention killing the protagonist, if I can injure him, I want Amitabha.Oh, yes, Amitabha is standing next to me...

Forget it, forget it, I’ve already said it, this story has no solution at all, the core of the story is “the main character is the strongest”, the logic of the story is “how strong and cool the main character is, the story will come out”, how do you think this makes people break?

The only hope is to wait and see what happens, and wait for the author to toss himself so hard that he can't get off the stage.You see, how long has it been before the writer has to patch the story.The further back, the more unbalanced the protagonist's power, the more patches will definitely be added, sooner or later there will be omissions.

Thinking of this, I pondered over the protagonist's words again, and felt more and more that I was thinking too much.

This is certainly not a hint to crack the story, and say "can't scratch my oily skin".Even if I did as you suggested, so what?Let you, the protagonist, suffer from a little injury, and you can't die...

"Can't scratch my oily skin"?Suffering from a little injury?

I was stunned, repeating these two sentences mechanically in my heart, a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind like Conan's reasoning.

If the protagonist is injured and suffers, is he still the strongest?

of course not!

If the protagonist is injured and suffers a loss, is the plot still "how strong and cool the protagonist is, and the story will come out"?

Of course not!

Although the difficulty is high, it is possible for the protagonist to be injured, especially after he personally told me the method.

The feeling of sudden enlightenment is probably what it is now. I found that there is an extra path ahead, which may break this story.

I'm even more pleased that the main character doesn't seem completely overwhelmed enough for him to give me this valuable hint in the guise of sarcasm.

Obviously, he's still on my side!

The author's well-designed character design and plot seem to be blocked by his fundamental consciousness, and the protagonist has made his own decision.

Very good, now I have a way to deal with the story, I just need to prepare and wait...

After another few decades, my senior brother and I continued to teach scriptures and Dharma in the West.

A ray of light flashed across the sky, making no effort to conceal the domineering aura of a saint—the protagonist Hongmeng Tianzun Zhang Han.

I saw him flying all the way west to the west, and I saw him go out of the prehistoric border and run into the range of the Western God Realm.

This scourge is finally going to harm other people.I thought to myself, now is the time!

"Senior brother, I have always been barren in the west and lacked treasures. Now that Zhang Han is finally gone, I will go to the east to find some predestined objects to be with me." I followed Zhun Ti's personality and said something to the senior brother without waiting for the other party to reply. , and left Mount Sumeru.

This saint is really boring.

After flying a cup of tea, I couldn't help thinking when I saw the scene above the earth disappear, and the bloody light filled my sight.

In this story, I am a dignified Hunyuan saint who doesn't even have the teleportation function, and wants to fly honestly by myself, which is too stupid.After all, it is also the most powerful existence in the whole prehistoric world, right?The richness of skills is really urgent.

I suddenly remembered the escaping light of the protagonist I saw just now, and my heart became a little more balanced.So what about the protagonist, he still flies as honestly as I do, and has no benefits in this regard.If you want to blame it, blame the author's lack of imagination. You can't even think of such a simple skill as teleportation.My God, there is still psychic power in Buddhism!Author, can't you check the book?

With a sigh, I turned my head and started to get down to business.

In front of me there are thousands of hectares of blue waves, oh no, it is red waves.Yes, you guessed it right.This is the Nether Blood Sea, Pangu's pig launching into the water, and the base of Styx Patriarch.

The protagonist Hongmeng Tianzun Zhang Han will sooner or later help the ancestor witch empress to transform the six realms of reincarnation.So when he was in the wild, it was impossible for him to pay no attention to the blood sea.If I really came over, I would be caught by him if I didn't get it right, and I would beat me up again.Only now is the best time to do it.

"The poor way is far away, and I don't know if the saint will come, what's the point?" The blood was rolling, and the ancestor Minghe appeared in front of me with his feet on the red lotus, and asked with his hands clasped.

"It's good, Pindao did some calculations just now, and found that the two swords of Abi and Yuantu seem to be related to the west. I don't know if you can give me a gift, so I can count the days?" I opened my mouth and brought out Zhun's signature lines, and I Everyone wants to give a thumbs up for their thick skin.

"Saints, don't be joking. These two swords are belongings of the poor. How can they be given away easily? Besides, the Western doctrine of compassion and universality is also in conflict with these two innate killing treasures." Styx looked at me as a saint. On, restraining his anger, he reluctantly defended himself.

"That's right, they are predestined because they are innate treasures of killing." I nodded, "I'll ask again, fellow daoist, will you give me?" friend.As long as the meddling protagonist is gone, there will never be another saint who will hinder me.

"Sage Zhunti, don't deceive people too much. The impoverished Tao and the sea of ​​blood have already merged into one. As the saying goes, 'The sea of ​​blood is immortal, and the river of Styx is immortal'. Have you heard this sentence? If fellow Taoists want to do something to me, I am afraid It's not that easy." Styx said to me with a downcast face.

Can I not know what you said?The problem is that there are only a few innate killing treasures in the prehistoric world: the killing gun, the four swords of Zhu Xian, and Abi Yuantu.The Four Swords of Jade Immortals are in the hands of the Hunyuan Saint, Master Tongtian, so I dare not snatch them.After all the calculations, you, Styx, are the weakest. Now that the Asura clan has not yet been born, you don't even have the merits of being close to you, why don't you let me squeeze you?

"Since the Taoist friend is stubborn, the poor Taoist has no choice but to do it, kindness, kindness." I fully demonstrated a shameless look, put my hands together in front of my chest, and the boundless Buddha's light instantly shone over the entire sea of ​​blood, coating it. A layer of gold edging.

The sea of ​​blood seemed to be overwhelmed by the Buddha's light, gradually calmed down, and returned to stillness, like a huge blood-colored mirror.

"You, you cut off my connection with the sea of ​​blood?" Styx's face suddenly changed, and he pointed at me with trembling lips and said, "Impossible! I was born here, and I have already merged with the sea of ​​blood .”

"Fellow Daoist, haven't you heard another sentence?" I smiled and said the classic Tianlei Quotations, "'Below a sage, everyone is an ant'."

Before I finished speaking, I raised my hand and brushed away the Qibao Miaoshu.The brilliance was so brilliant that it made Styx pale.The first hit broke the cause and effect of the Styx and the blood sea.In the second stroke, Styx's twelfth-grade red lotus platform, Abi sword, and Yuantu sword were brushed away.The third blow smashed Styx's body and primordial spirit, along with his forty-eight thousand blood god sons.This whole process is just a cup of tea.Oh, yes, there is no tea in Honghuang.

Patriarch Styx, rushed to the street.

In fact, this unlucky ghost has no grievances or enmities with me, but for the sake of destroying the story, the only way to let you lead is to be on the spot.Anyway, in the next story, you will be born again, knowing nothing.Although I'm a bit shameless in this story, it's for the sake of everyone's relief, don't you think?

Suddenly, I felt that I had become shameless.Will I also become the protagonist one day?Just like the last "I", being a protagonist named villain.Hey, it's the same as the chicken soup in the high-dimensional world: "One day, you will become what you hated the most at the beginning."

Fortunately, the protagonist in this article is a sage of Hunyuan, otherwise I am afraid that the setting of "everyone below the sage is an ant" would not work so well.For example, in some articles, the protagonist is a holy father, emperor, and the like who is not holy but has super fighting power and many merits. In that, Zhunti—that is, me—often plays the role of the protagonist who can be quasi-sacred. Abusive chicken sage.

Well, it's really hard to look back.Don't mention it again, let's go back to the present, now that the innate killing treasure has been obtained, I have the tools to hurt the protagonist.The only thing that is lacking is how to break through the defense of the Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.