Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 507: Bodhi Patriarch is still Yin

Even a saint has to be reasonable.

The Blood Qilin is fearless. A true saint is above emotions and only believes in justice and selflessness.

The disaster of the three realms has finally arrived.

Chen Zhu sat in the Fire Cloud Cave in silence. This collision gave the demon clan a glimmer of hope.

The Blood Qilin's gaze swept across the entire Three Realms. He changed his itinerary and decided to stay quiet in this world for a while.

"From now on, I will establish the Demon Court, and all demons can come and listen to my teachings."

He announced to heaven and earth, looking down at the Emperor of Heaven and the Buddha in front of him: "Do you have any objections?"

The two beings shook their heads, and the Blood Qilin looked at Zhen Yuanzi and Empress Pingxin again, his lips moving.

In the end, I didn't say anything else. I had to give him face.

"Demon Court!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked towards Uttarakuru at the same time.

You must know that the great demon Niu Pingshan had met the real Donghuang Taiyi before, who was the lord of the Demon Court.

Now a powerful man from outside the domain has come and even wants to establish a demon court. What should we do?

Niu Pingshan's feelings were most complicated at this time. His Majesty Donghuang had no desire to rebuild the Demon Court.

But now, there is a demon lord from outside the domain who wants to establish a demon court.

No, it wasn't about to be, but it had already been established. It was determined the moment he finished speaking.

"Fellow Daoist, this matter is a little inappropriate."

Suddenly, a voice came from the chaos. The voice was a little frivolous, but it had already appeared in front of the Blood Qilin.

"My Three Realms Demon Court has an owner. Fellow Daoist is from outside the region after all. Do you want to share a piece of the pie?"

Good luck!

What the Blood Qilin is doing is undoubtedly to divide the luck of the three realms, and as a result, the world will experience a certain degree of decline.

This is not what some people want to see.

"who are you?"

The Blood Qilin frowned. The person in front of him was a monkey, which should be a demon.

But the aura on him was pure, so he could tell at a glance that he was born and raised naturally, and was a congenital creature.

Are there still innate creatures in this era?

He couldn't help but look a little suspicious, wondering if he was a disciple of an old friend.

"Hehe, I, Old Sun, am just the second disciple of a small sect."

The visitor scratched his cheek and chuckled, "Where are you from?"

The Blood Qilin shook his head.

"I won't argue with you. This trip is not for the fortune of this small world. It's just to find a way for the demon race to survive."

He did not choose to conflict with Sun Wukong, which was also a correct choice.

Chen Zhu smiled and shook his head: "I am still too nervous. The great powers in the heavens are not fools."

Blood Qilin is a Daluo Golden Immortal, but he is also a descendant of the Qilin clan. Whether it is his background, experience, or knowledge, he is first-class.

He could see the peculiarity of Sun Wukong and would not make himself uncomfortable.

"Well, fellow Taoist, are you sure you want to give them a chance to live?"

Sun Wukong simply lay down in the air, crossed his legs, scratched his ears and said:

"You have never seen how hateful these monsters are. They don't know how to educate themselves. They eat raw flesh and blood to make roads, and they leave bones piled up like a forest. There may be some good monsters in the monster tribe, but they are too few."

Sun Wukong did not lie. The demon race and the human race have been in opposition for a long time in the three realms.

"That's because they haven't been enveloped by the glory of His Majesty the Demon King."

There was helplessness in the blood unicorn's eyes:

"My demon race was originally the most educated spirit, but now it has become like this."

In the era of the Demon Emperor Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, which demon tribe in the prehistoric world was not polite?

If only Your Majesty were still here.

The Blood Qilin's voice became much softer: "Although I am not a good person, I am also a powerful demon. When your majesty is not here, I will educate the demons on your behalf."

At this moment, Blood Qilin suddenly remembered the conversation between His Majesty and the ministers when the demon court was in session.

Nine Infants Demon Saint: "Your Majesty, the demon race pays attention to bloodline levels and respects and ranks. We only need to educate the higher-level demons. Why should we bother to educate those ordinary little demons?"

Faced with this question, His Majesty Di Jun answered like this.

"There are tens of thousands of demons in my clan. If we only use force to restrain them and brute force to suppress them, they will only know the results but not the reasons."

"It would be fine if I were still here, but what if I'm gone?"

"It will take a long time, and the Demon Court is not the strongest. The various sects are eyeing it covetously. What if the Demon Court falls and there is no longer any force to suppress it?"

Jiuying said bluntly: "Your Majesty is the orthodox of the sun, the demon court will never fall!"

In response, the Demon King just shook his head slightly and continued with his previous answer.

“Even if we all die, our spirit and teachings will still be there, just like the sparks of stars. Even if they are not as bright as the sun now, they will be able to be compared one day.”

In the mouth of the Demon King, the little demon is a spark, which is naturally not as bright as the sun.

But they have unlimited potential and one day they will be able to reach the height of the sun.

The Blood Qilin didn't take it seriously at that time. He didn't believe that the Demon Court would fall, and he didn't believe that the great Emperor Jun would fall.

After all...it's the sun.

But what happened later was something that even he, a Daluo Jinxian, could not understand.

The Demon Court fought a great war with the Witch Clan, and the Witch Clan united with all the religions. No matter how powerful the Demon Court was, no matter how brave they were, they were ultimately no match for the bloodline of the Father God.

It is known as the most terrifying Zhoutian Star Fighting Array in history, with the Donghuang Bell as the center of the array, led by the two Your Majesties, and has 360 main stars in the Zhoutian of the Daluo Golden Immortal Division.

Comparable to the Lesser Heavenly Dao, with such terrible martial power, he was harmed by the twelve ancestor witches.

The Blood Qilin originally thought that the final outcome would be decided between them and the Witch Clan, but he never expected that during this period, a saint was born and sided with the human race, making the Witch and Lich clans a joke.

After their decline, they were no longer able to compete with the educated human race at that time.

A saint... that is a being that none of them can disobey.

The Blood Qilin sighed lengthily, with too much vicissitudes in his eyes.

"My friend, what bad things are you thinking about?"

Sun Wukong chuckled and said, "You have good intentions, but as for enlightenment, we have the saints and Hun Yuan, so you don't need to worry about it."

Sun Wukong came here to express his attitude: "Our "small world" does not have enough luck, please leave."

The Blood Qilin shook his head.

"impossible."

He is one of the ancestors of the Qilin clan and also a powerful being among the heavens. He was once a mortal guest in the Zixiao Palace and he will not go back on the decisions he has made.

"So we're going to have a fight?" Sun Wukong took out a black and white stick:

"Hey, I haven't practiced for quite a while, so I'll use you as a chance to practice!"

"You have no murderous intent, and your origins are extraordinary."

The blood unicorn's eyes flickered: "I don't want to fight with you, and you can't beat me, so retreat."

Although both of them spoke softly, one was smiling and the other was calm, neither of them backed down.

"Then fight."

Sun Wukong raised his stick and said, "I will naturally ask my fellow apprentices to pay attention to the demon tribe's teachings, but fellow Taoist, please go back to where you came from!"

He took the initiative to attack, and in an instant, thousands of rays were shattered and pointed directly at the Blood Qilin.

It was an extremely terrifying force, pure physical strength.

"Pity."

The Blood Qilin raised his hand to block the stick. Sun Wukong was powerful, but he still seemed immature in front of the Daluo Jinxian of the ancient times.

Maybe he could in the future, but not now.

The stick fell into the hands of the Blood Qilin, and the latter's real body didn't even come out, but it shocked Sun Wukong's hands so much that they became numb.

Blood Qilin grabbed the stick with his backhand and snatched it away. "Why does this stick have a familiar aura?"

He felt it looked familiar, but couldn't remember where it was.

What is certain is that I have seen this aura before.

But before Blood Qilin could think about it, his expression changed.

"What a powerful poison!"

He threw the black and white stick away and found that the palm of his hand was already covered with poison.

"Disperse!"

The Blood Qilin shouted loudly and activated his magical powers, becoming even more suspicious.

Is there really poison in this world that can hurt him?

"That's amazing, fellow Daoist."

Sun Wukong's expression began to become serious. It seemed that his opponent was really powerful since he could even dissolve the poison.

In the chaos, the world is full of myriad things, and today I met a tough guy.

"Come again!" Once the Blood Qilin takes action, there is no reason for it to stop.
The collision between the two people above the three realms made everyone's scalp tingle.

"Hiss...headache..."

Chen Zhu in Huoyun Cave had a headache: "Why are these two fighting?"

The Blood Qilin was a general of the Demon Court. After the war between the wizards and the liches, he was protected by the luck of the First Qilin and was able to escape.

They are his subordinates and subjects, and they are loyal to him.

But Sun Wukong was his junior fellow apprentice, who grew up under his care and who also obeyed his orders.

"This is the consequence of casually interfering with other people's karma."

Shennong shook his head: "You are now in a situation where all the karma does not fall on you, but on the people around you."

"Master Tongtian has already experienced this."

"There is some trouble."

Chen Zhu sighed, pulled out a stool, and looked up at the sky while cracking melon seeds.

The two powerful masters are in the middle of a fight. Strictly speaking, Shi Qilin is more powerful than Sun Wukong.

But Sun Wukong was not without means. One was that the stool resisted the innate spiritual treasure Qilin Tears. The other was that the saints from the Three Realms took action.

Chen Zhu looked towards the Heaven, and the great power had been bestowed upon Sun Wukong unknowingly.

The saint did not act directly, but it was indirect.

"Aren't you in a hurry, fellow Daoist?"

Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi was a little puzzled when he saw Chen Zhu's leisurely look: "After all, they are Daoist friends' own people. Are we just going to watch them fight in the sky?"

Fortunately, there is chaos there, otherwise the three realms would collapse.

"They know their limits. If you want to fight, just fight. We can talk about it when you are tired."

Chen Zhu was not in a hurry anymore. He was happy to see the Three Emperors getting anxious again.

Besides, the master hasn’t taken any action yet, and neither have the saints.

Hunyuan in the world of Journey to the West is roughly equivalent to the Daluo Jinxian. His master may be a little more powerful, at the level of a quasi-saint.

As for saints... it's hard to say, maybe they only have the strength of a Daluo Jinxian, but you have to be careful not to cut into large sizes.

Once you cut the big size, no matter who you are, you will be the only one in the world, the only one who reigns supreme.

Not to mention the Zixiao Palace in the world of Journey to the West, which is always watched by an old man in a purple robe.

The intensity of its activity is even higher than in the primitive times. If he cuts a large size, then I will have to find a way to protect the Blood Qilin.

Well… he has to pick up the tuba too.

"Candle God, who do you think will win?"

Emperor Fuxi asked him, "You are familiar with it all, so you should have an idea in your mind, right?"

"My junior brother will win."

Chen Zhu said this without any hesitation.

"Sun Wukong will win?" Fuxi frowned: "That foreign monster hasn't used its full strength yet."

After all, the Qilin Tears are a true innate spiritual treasure that possesses the authority over heaven and earth. Once it is used with all its strength, there is nothing Sun Wukong can do to resist it.

He is still too young, lacks time to practice, and his level of enlightenment is insufficient.

"Look over there."

Chen Zhu pointed and said, "After all, I am the second disciple of Sanxing Cave, and I have a group of fellow disciples under me."

Fuxi looked in the direction where Chen Zhu's hand was pointing, and saw that there were already several Hunyuan realm masters in Sanxing Cave, and a large group of quasi-saints were ready to fight.

These are the first and second generation disciples of Sanxing Cave, ready to support their second senior brother at any time.

That would be fine, the most important thing is that Patriarch Bodhi is also ready to try.

"My master is not a good person."

Chen Zhu spread his hands and said, "If a fight breaks out later, I will have to come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Hei leaped forward and was about to join the battlefield.

"This brat!" Chen Zhu peeled a melon seed and spit it out.

This was a complete lack of martial ethics. This was the moment when Sun Wukong and the Blood Qilin were in a stalemate.

As Ao Hei moved, the Sanxing Cave also moved. In an instant, the Blood Qilin was surrounded by people.

"Asshole, are you bullying me?"

The Blood Qilin raised his hand and cast the Dao Law, and Qilin Tears emitted an unprecedented divine light.

It was at this moment that Chen Zhu saw Patriarch Bodhi move.

This old guy was even more sinister. He planned to suppress the Blood Qilin the moment the innate spiritual treasure Qilin's Tears was released.

He is a genuine Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, which means he is a quasi-saint in the prehistoric times. He is more powerful than the Blood Qilin.

Now that they are launching a sneak attack, the Blood Qilin is probably in great danger.

If he had been any slower, there would have been big problems.

The Blood Qilin released the Qilin Tears, intending to suppress all these little guys in one wave.

But the next moment, his soul was startled and his body became alert on its own.

There was an incredible force attacking his soul. Once it hit him, he would have to wait for the tribe's priest to return.

In other words - death!

This aura, a quasi-saint! Why is there such a thing as a quasi-saint in this small world!

The Blood Qilin thought to himself that he was unlucky and could no longer escape.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a melon seed flew over and blocked the quasi-saint's means behind his head.

The next moment, Chen Zhu had already stretched out his hand to hold Patriarch Bodhi.

"Master, no, no, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

He quickly comforted his master and put down the whisk that was raised high.

"Master, why are you making such a fuss? I'm not gone yet, so why should you worry about it?"

To be honest, Chen Zhu really didn't talk about the possibility that Patriarch Bodhi would take action. He thought that his master would inform him first.

But the master took action directly. He couldn't sit still, but was always waiting for the opportunity!
It seems that the master also cherishes his junior brother Wukong very much and is afraid that he might have an accident.

"You little brat, didn't you leave?"

Patriarch Bodhi was also stunned, then he decisively picked up the whisk and turned around: "You decide for yourself."

He held the whisk and looked at the melon seed marks on it with complicated eyes.

"The child has grown up."

When Patriarch Bodhi saw that Chen Zhu had not shown up for a long time, he thought that he had left.

Just like before, coming and going in a hurry.

Now, things are getting interesting on the field, as almost all the first generation disciples of Sanxing Cave are here.

(End of this chapter)