Heaven's Last Big Boss

This... Bodhisattva, if he knew that Emperor Qinghua already had such means, why would he show up to help out and make a name for himself as an expert, and just watch in secret for fun.

But now, not only did he show up, but he also used a crazy and cool way of appearing on the stage.

This is not the end?

Who was the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua showing that punch just now?

That's what I called to show him!

It's broken, it's bad, it's okay to put on a show and pay yourself in.

But I originally wanted to find this emperor...

The sloppy old man was lost in thought, and his sitting posture became more and more correct.

In the Taoist temple, the mysterious ice sculptures are "lifelike", and three or four old men are rushing left and right, but the movements are getting slower and slower, and the burst of immortal power is getting weaker and weaker.

The poison has entered the primordial spirit.

Two old Taoists fell to the ground and fell asleep with their eyes closed. Dozens of cut marks appeared on the robes on their bodies, and inside the cut marks were blackened wounds.

Zhou Zheng was standing on top of the wall at this moment, faintly sealing off the opponent's last escape route.

Just when the sloppy old man thought that Zhou Zheng was going to deal with the remaining powerful enemies, Zhou Zheng suddenly said, "Surrender now and save your lives."

"I surrender!"

"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! Emperor Qinghua spare my life!"

"Pin Dao has just come out of the mountain, and he hasn't done anything bad yet, so Dijun is lenient!"

Li Zhiyong immediately withdrew his hand, and the remaining four veterans softened their feet and knelt down obediently.

They have been deeply poisoned, even if they escape for their lives, they may not be able to escape very far.

The disciples of Taibai sealed Qiankun so that they could not perform escapism.

Emperor Qinghua just used his divine sense to faintly lock them, and the corpse of the old woman with half of his head missing was still lying there, which made them unable to take action.

When the four veterans stopped, they suddenly came to their senses.

Emperor Qinghua probably hid when he noticed something strange. Since the other party dared to show up aboveboard, how could he not have the confidence to take them down?

Ridiculous, they even stunned more than a hundred of their own thugs...

Look at the courtyard again.

Li Zhiyong stood in the northwest corner, Bing Ning stood in the southwest corner, together with Zhou Zheng, surrounded the old Taoist whose origin was unknown.

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Senior, are you satisfied?"

"Dijun hides so much, it's really amazing," the sloppy Taoist smiled awkwardly, "But Dijun should have seen it, and we are helping you, right?"

Zhou Zheng smiled without saying a word, and there was an extra sheathed sword in his hand.

With a light flick of Li Zhiyong's fingertips, the Wusuos were completely reassembled and traveled around him endlessly.

Bing Ning knew that she was the weakest point in the encirclement of the three of them, so she had prepared [-]% of her immortal power in advance, but in an instant, three thousand miles were frozen...

"What are you all doing," the sloppy old man spread his hands, "My own people, really my own people."

Zhou Zheng asked with a smile: "I don't know the senior's name, where is the dojo, and what is the relationship with the old heaven?"

"This one……"

The sloppy old Taoist smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if I don't mention my name. I didn't have a dojo in the first place. It has some connection with the Heavenly Court, but it's just a name for some merit."

"Oh?"

Zhou Zheng glanced at the immortals everywhere, and said slowly: "This is not a place to talk. I wonder if senior would like to come with me. Let's find a quiet place and have a good chat."

The corner of the sloppy old man's mouth twitched slightly: "I'm going to go with you, how can I still be good?"

"Huh? Is the senior talking?"

"No, no," the sloppy old man laughed, "it's okay to talk, I do have something I want to entrust to Dijun."

Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

With the sword in her right hand, Bing Ning drove the cloud to Zhou Zheng's side, and went out with the old Taoist.

Before leaving, Zhou Zheng threw the old woman's primordial spirit to Li Zhiyong, and Lao Li watched and dealt with it.

Li Zhiyong dragged Xiao Sheng out, and the two began to busy themselves with dispelling the magic drug for the immortal here.

There is also a sequence for detoxification. First save the immortals of the Futian League, let them control the order together, capture those hostiles, and check whether there are any spies mixed in among the remaining immortals.

Of course, before saving lives, they still have more important steps.

Take away the storage magic weapons of more than 130 enemies.

If it wasn't for keeping the bottom line of being a human being, Li Zhiyong and Xiao Sheng might not even give them a pair of underpants and bellybands.

As for the "live video" recorded by Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong, Li Zhiyong will edit it in advance, hide the clip of Zhou Zheng's shot, and then show everyone what happened.

While tidying up the battlefield, Xiao Sheng was amazed.

"What do you think of that fake Bixia Yuanjun, who went out of his way to sneak attack the squad leader?"

"This shows that the squad leader is a good disguise," Li Zhiyong shook his head, "At first, I thought, I'll work harder so that the squad leader doesn't make a move, but I didn't expect the squad leader to hold back."

Xiao Sheng said with a smile: "I can't understand the monitor's strength."

"After all, he was once a strong man at the pinnacle of heaven and earth in his previous life," Li Zhiyong said, "There is no need to compare with the squad leader. Compared with Emperor Qinghua's life, he now has more mysterious Pure Yang Wuji Dao, which is unfathomable. ..."

Xiao Sheng nodded: "After all, apart from the Queen Mother and Laojun, not many people know that we have practiced for three hundred years..."

Li Zhiyong made a silent gesture, Xiao Sheng immediately shut up.

They suddenly remembered that Li Zhiyong hid a shivering little mouse in his silver shuttle.

Jin Ling'er's heart is now filled with the image of Zhou Zheng turning around and punching, her petite body trembling, and fear is written all over her body.

This, this, this is the usual smiling uncle?

Too terrified.

……

There are two flowers on each table.

Zhou Zheng found a gazebo nearby, and invited the slovenly old man to talk inside.

The old-fashioned smile was a little stiff, and he sat obediently aside.

"Instructor, put away the sword," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "It's good for everyone to sit down and chat. I probably have already guessed the identity of the senior."

The sloppy old man frowned slightly, then he was relieved.

The young man in front of him, although his brows are full of vigor, but his strength and auspiciousness are similar to those of Emperor Qinghua when he was at his peak.

It's not unusual for him to be seen through by the other party.

The sloppy old man pondered a few times, considering his words.

On the side, Bing Ning blinked slightly at Zhou Zheng.

'What is his identity? '

Zhou Zheng blinked slightly at Bing Ning.

'How do I know, I lied to him. '

Bing Ning skillfully took out the tea set, lowered her head and got busy.

"Ugh--"

The sloppy old Taoist sighed for a long time: "No wonder, the emperor is so respected by the old gentleman, and the emperor Ziwei took the initiative to let the virtuous. When I saw him today, the demeanor of the emperor really broke the heart of the poor."

Zhou Zheng replied calmly: "You are welcome."

"but……"

Everything is afraid of the word [but].

The sloppy old man said solemnly: "As the saying goes, one minister does not serve two masters, and I don't want to find another family now."

Zhou Zheng leaned back slightly.

Buddhist master, used to be a mount?

Excluding the group of Buddhist masters who died in the battle in Lingxiao Palace, the scope narrowed rapidly.

However, Zhou Zheng didn't think too much, he just wanted to find out the details of this veteran.

He said slowly: "Since the senior speaks ugly words first, then I will also remind the senior that what I did today..."

"Understood," the old Taoist said with a smile, "You are a fairyland, so I naturally understand this."

Zhou Zheng smiled and nodded.

Bing Ning was already making tea calmly, but she was happy that others would not pull her to talk together, after all, she had nothing to say.

Zhou Zheng picked up a topic at random: "Senior, what do you think of the current situation in the Three Realms?"

"Hahaha," the sloppy old man stroked his beard and whispered softly, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, "I knew that Dijun still couldn't help asking me, but Dijun, you may not know something."

Zhou Zheng clasped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me, senior."

"Alas, about 300 years ago, when the Heavenly Court just collapsed, the Bodhisattva didn't know what happened. He said that the catastrophe was approaching, and there would be no living beings. He needed to find a way to save him."

The sloppy old man spread his hands:

"Just like that, the Bodhisattva took away my supernatural powers, and in order to make up for me, he bestowed upon me profound Buddhist teachings so that I could use them to save my life.

"So Dijun, now I don't have the supernatural power to listen to all things in the world and pry into the depths of people's hearts. What I have is only this kind of Buddhism."

"I see."

Zhou Zheng looked at Bing Ning, who also happened to look at Zhou Zheng.

Debate and listen to everything in the world, and spy on the depths of people's hearts;

Buddha?

The Bodhisattva took away his supernatural powers and gave him profound Dharma.

In connection with the power of this person's attack before, it was easy to stop those evil cultivators...

Wait a minute, there is a master in Buddhism who is not in Lingxiao Hall.

Hell is not empty, I swear not to become a Buddha.

Unbearable as the earth, Contemplation as deep as a secret.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? !

This sloppy old man is famous, he can listen to the Three Realms with his ears, and listen to the gods and beasts that go up to the nine heavens and go down to the netherworld?

Hold it.

Zhou Zheng grasped the old man's arm immediately, and his eyes burst out with bright light.

"Emperor?"

"Senior, you are the listener who is rumored to avoid disaster?"

"Huh? Dijun, didn't you recognize it just now?"

Zhou Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"Hello, senior. Let me get to know you formally. My name is Zhou Zheng, the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua. Are you interested in the grand cause of saving the common people in the Three Realms?"

"Why are you so embarrassed? Then do you need a job that will bring you both fame and fortune? The salary is negotiable, and the benefits are definitely the best in the three worlds. After you have been busy for a few years, you can take a paid vacation without any problem."

"Hey, senior, don't go, senior, let's have a good chat, you are here, let's find a place to have a light meal."

"You have supernatural powers? That's no problem. I don't want to spy on other people's privacy. We definitely can't do such despicable things. It's just to make you auspicious and avoid disasters."

"Senior, senior, don't you have something to ask? Everything is easy to discuss."

On the white clouds.

Bingning looked at Zhou Zheng, who was chatting with the old Taoist Di Ting, and couldn't help raising his hand to his forehead.

She really didn't want to admit that this guy who was like a dog's skin plaster was the man she admired the most at present.

Isn't it a divine beast that can avoid disasters?