Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

Kunlun Mountain Square, atop the Cloud Platform.

Looking at Cihang Daoren on the arena, who stood with his hands on his hips, trying hard to look fierce but still looked soft and easy to bully.

The Styx Ancestor stroked his beard in admiration, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Not bad, not bad."

"This girl looks delicate and frail, but her indomitable spirit is quite fierce!"

"He's a promising talent for the Asura Path!"

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, who were standing nearby, also nodded slightly in agreement.

However, Di Jun, sitting opposite him, twitched his lips and couldn't help but roll his eyes, kindly reminding him.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, if your eyesight is bad, you should get a new pair of glasses."

"That's a man!"

"He's Cihang Daoren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, a true man!"

"If you really can't see clearly, I'll have Zhao Gongming make you a fake eye magic artifact, and I guarantee you'll be able to see everything clearly."

"A man?!"

Ancestor Styx was taken aback, looked him over carefully, and immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.

Immediately, he keenly grasped the key point in Di Jun's words and asked in confusion.

"strangeness……"

"Why do you all value Zhao Gongming, that outer disciple of the Jie Sect, so much?"

"Refining magical artifacts? What treasures could a Golden Immortal possibly refine that would be worthy of our attention?"

The Eastern King, who had been munching on melon seeds on the side, smiled mysteriously, waved the golden magic weapon in his hand, and said meaningfully.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, you are truly ignorant."

"These strange and powerful magical artifacts, capable of inducing irresistible desire... were all crafted by Zhao Gongming!"

"What?!"

Styx's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was greatly alarmed.

He had witnessed Duobao's lightning five-hit whip combo on the stage just now.

"This child's talent in weapon crafting... is terrifyingly high?!"

A sharp light flashed in Styx's eyes as he secretly made up his mind.

"We must find this boy to forge a magical artifact in the future!"

"Our Asura Cult is desperately in need of such a treasured artifact!"

Just then, Dijiang suddenly leaned his head in, hummed twice, and looked at Styx with a wicked grin.

"Want to refine a treasure?"

"Then you'll have to get past my stretcher first!"

"Don't even think about seeing Brother Zhao unless you pay me some toll!"

Upon hearing this, the old ancestor Hongyun, who had suffered greatly from it, snorted coldly, clearly traumatized.

Dijiang glanced sideways at Hongyun.

"What are you humming about?"

"You wouldn't make it past the second hurdle either. Believe me, I'll lie down right now."

Hongyun: "..."

……

On the other side, the seat of saints.

As Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Cihang stepping onto the stage, his originally dignified face instantly turned red, and his eyes began to dart around.

He had personally witnessed what Cihang's magic weapon was like!

Zhunti Daoist had been observing the Three Pure Ones, and seeing this, he stared at Yuanshi with some doubt.

"Second Brother, why is your face red?"

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuanshi Tianzun coughed awkwardly twice, quickly trying to salvage the situation and prepare himself for the worst.

"Ahem... Um, Junior Brother Zhunti."

"As you know, Zhao Gongming, though exceptionally talented, always likes to forge some strange and unusual magical artifacts."

"My disciple Cihang also possesses such a magical artifact."

"So... if something strange or uncivilized happens later, everyone will be able to accept it, right?"

Zhunti nodded slightly, his expression calm.

"Senior brother, you're overthinking it."

"Although Zhao Gongming's magical treasures are strange, they are all very powerful."

"Even if it's that kind of brain-depressing rattle drum, the side effects are still acceptable."

"Is there any need to mention this separately?"

"We Western religions are broad-minded and not surprised by this."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's expression turned grim, and he sighed inwardly.

"Is that acceptable?"

"Hehe... The side effects of Cihang's magic weapon are hard to explain."

"I hope your Buddhist heart will remain this steadfast later."

Meanwhile, the goddess Nuwa beside her was holding a top-quality image-recording stone, which she hadn't put down since the beginning.

Her face was full of excitement, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with gossip.

"Coming to the Kunlun Holy Scripture was definitely the right decision!"

"It's much more interesting than making clay figures at the Nuwa Palace!"

Lao Tzu looked at this group of unruly junior brothers and sisters and their disciples and grand-disciples.

He sighed helplessly, his gaze sweeping over the group of powerful figures, and thought to himself.

"Is this a normal person?"

"If the teacher saw this, wouldn't they be furious?"

……

On the arena, Cihang Daoren stood with his hands on his hips, trying to look fierce, but to outsiders he looked cute and fierce.

He pointed at Duobao and shouted loudly.

"Duobao, I must avenge my senior brother Guangchengzi!"

"Today I will show you that the Chan Sect cannot be deceived!"

Duobao flicked the whip in his hand, looking disdainful.

"Come on, please!"

"You little Southern Liang, what can you do to me?"

"you!"

The name "Xiao Nanliang" once again stung Cihang.

Without further hesitation, he flipped his hand, and the pink magic wand appeared in his palm.

On the cloud platform, when Di Jun saw the stick, a bright smile instantly appeared on his face.

He silently raised the recording stone, his gaze sweeping over the group of quasi-saints around him, thinking to himself.

"Hehehe..."

"Who will be the next lucky one to die in this social crisis?"

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

When the disciples of the Chan Sect below the stage saw Cihang reveal her magic weapon, they all raised their hands in encouragement and shouted loudly.

"Keep it up, Brother Cihang!"

"Let Duobao see the true manly spirit of us Chan Sect disciples!"

"The glorious spirit of the Chan School is unleashed today!"

Only when Master Yuding suddenly realized something did his expression change, and he exclaimed in horror.

"wrong!"

"That stick...it doesn't seem very manly!"

Before the words were even finished, Cihang on the arena had already moved.

He skillfully spun around, striking a shameful pose, and loudly chanted the incantation.

"Let me shower you with love, Balala Energy, Ukalaka, Little Fairy, Transform!!"

hum!

The powder is dazzling.

Cihang's Taoist robe instantly transformed into a pink lace tutu.

With long legs wrapped in white stockings and little wings sprouting from her back, she became incredibly cute.

Then, a deafening roar!

Behind Cihang, a terrifying surge of blood energy appeared, and an endless phantom of a sea of ​​blood emerged.

A petite and exquisite figure, exuding overwhelming killing intent, materialized from the sea of ​​blood.

"Hmm? This aura..."

The Styx Ancestor's pupils contracted.

"This is the aura of my bloodline from my ancestor?!"

The next second, the Dharma form solidified.

There was a girl with blood-red twin ponytails, wearing a gothic red and black Lolita dress.

A cute girl with a gloomy and cold gaze.

Holding two miniature Yuan Tu A Bi swords, she struck an adorable entrance pose.

She coldly surveyed the entire room and spoke in a soft, emotionless voice.

"As long as the sea of ​​blood never dries up, the River Styx will never die, meow~"

"I'm going to kill you all~☆"

boom!

The Styx Ancestor has directly reached the Red Temperature level!

He sprang from his seat in an instant, his whole body radiating murderous intent.

Pointing at the female version of Styx, he let out a deafening roar.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

"That's me, the ancestor?!"

"Twin tails? Little girl? And a meow?!"

Styx felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly; this was utterly awful!

All the powerful beings of the primordial world are watching here!

How will he continue to lead the Asura Cult?

Just as the Styx was about to go berserk.

Di Jun and Di Jiang, two experienced individuals, skillfully placed their hands on Minghe's shoulders, one on each side.

Di Jun comforted him with a sympathetic expression.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, calm down, calm down."

"You'll get used to it; there's more to come."

"Try to think positively. At least your appearance... is quite unique."

Dijiang stared at the yandere Styghe-chan, stroked his chin, and said with a serious expression.

"Yeah, why are you yelling?"

"Besides, she's quite good-looking!"

"Honestly, I'm even a little smitten with this gloomy and aloof little girl!"

"What are you dissatisfied with?"

Upon hearing this, Styx trembled violently and got goosebumps all over his body.

He abruptly shook off Dijiang's hand, jumped away as if avoiding a plague, and warned in alarm.

"Emperor Jiang!"

"Get the hell away from me!"

"You are not allowed to have any feelings for me, absolutely not!!"

At the same time, Jieyin and Zhunti stared wide-eyed at each other in disbelief.

Both of their gazes fell on Yuan Shi.

Zhunti couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling.

"Second Senior Brother, how could you be so perverted?!"

Yuan Shi's face flushed red, and he slammed his hand on the armrest.

"I already told you this is a magic weapon crafted by Zhao Gongming. If anyone's abnormal, it's my third brother!"

Tongtian looked up, completely bewildered, and glanced around.

"what?"

……

On the stage, Cihang, under the gaze of the entire audience, felt ashamed, but the die was cast.

He waved his magic wand and called out softly.

"That wretched Junior Brother Duobao!"

"You'll pay for this, Styx-chan, get him!"

However, before that female version of Styx could even make a move...

Daoist Duobao gave a cold laugh.

"Fancy and overly complicated!"

"Watch out for the whip!"

Snapped!

The lightning-fast five-strike whip was unleashed in an instant.

"I was careless, I didn't dodge!"

Concept-level hard-control engine!

Cihang, who was preparing to attack, suddenly froze, and then began to convulse and tremble uncontrollably.

The Dharma image behind him also became grotesque.

"Uh...uh...ah..."

Cihang, wearing a skirt, started breakdancing on stage.

He couldn't even recite the incantation, let alone command the Dharma form to attack.

Duobao's lightning five-strike whip directly controlled Cihang to death, giving him no chance to even make a move!

Watching this scene from below the stage, Lu Ya couldn't help but ask Zhao Gongming beside him.

"Senior brother, who do you think will win?"

Zhao Gongming, cracking sunflower seeds, said calmly.

"Then it must be Senior Brother Duobao."

"Although Brother Cihang's Dharma form is powerful, his physical body is too fragile."

"Brother Duobao's move is a combination of hard crowd control and damage, and it's a continuous control effect."

"This is much more powerful than simple hard control; Cihang doesn't even have a chance to cast a spell."

Sure enough, a moment later, Cihang, whose whole body was numb from the electric shock and whose skirt was fluttering, finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground in defeat.

Duobao put away his whip and smugly enjoyed the cheers of victory.

Cihang deactivated her transformation, returned to Zhao Gongming's side with a dejected look and tears in her eyes, and said in a pitiful tone.

"Junior brother..."

"I lost..."

"I embarrassed myself again..."

Zhao Gongming patted him on the shoulder and sincerely comforted him.

"It's alright, senior brother."

"Although you lost the match, but..."

"You've shown off your beauty!"

"That pose was the best of the entire event; even the Styx Ancestor was stunned!"

Cihang: "..."

Cihang took a deep breath and responded through gritted teeth.

"Get lost, junior brother!!!"

[Please, Cihang, update soon! *sobs* (*╹▽╹*)]