Chapter 336: The Xuanmen Demon Sect is Established
While all the cultivators in the prehistoric world were busy practicing, Chen Zhu was busy gaining merit.
He brought the seven ancestors to the extreme west, which was the territory of Luohou.
Compared to before, this place is even more terrifying. The whole world is filled with resentment, and all the paths are suppressed.
Every step is terrifying.
If we talk about this, all the living beings around and other people with great supernatural powers will be shocked and dare not say anything more.
This is a sinful place in the world.
Chen Zhu landed and turned into a ray of light that traveled through this world. He had already reached the fourth stage of the Golden Light Technique and became the only light in this world.
He could cover a long distance with each step, but it was still difficult to find Luohou directly.
The resentment and evil spirit here are enough to corrode the mind and dissolve the soul.
But some things are still noticeable.
He slowly stopped and squatted down to look at the pool of rancid blood on the ground.
The bloodstain seemed ordinary, but when Chen Zhu rubbed it a little, his fingertips began to be corroded.
The substances contained in this blood are enough to corrode the body of Wuji Realm.
He put it away carefully and continued searching.
There was more and more blood on the ground.
"Rahu is injured?"
He frowned. If it was simply to expel bad blood from the body, there couldn't be so much.
It can only explain one thing, who Luohou fought with.
Well, he might be in a bit of a difficult situation now.
All these resentments and evil spirits are spread from the blood. Once the blood is collected, the world will be much safer.
Only then did Chen Zhu realize that he had found the wrong place. The area farther away with monstrous demonic energy was the location of the great god Luohou.
He turned into light and stepped into it.
Just as he entered the realm of demonic energy, the next moment his brows widened and his face looked grim.
A black gun pierced his neck.
Great Lord Rāhu is still Great Lord Rāhu. This silent and imperceptible move almost caused his great path to collapse.
"Candle God, why are you looking for me if you are not staying in your river?"
Luohou raised his drooping head, revealing a horrifying face that was half flesh and half flesh beneath his scattered black hair.
The eyelid-less bead stared straight at Chen Zhu.
"Fellow Daoist, how about putting down the gun first?"
Chen Zhu's eyes moved downwards: "I'm not here to fight you, but to help you, my friend."
"Oh?"
The expression on the remaining half of Luohou's face seemed a little distorted: "You, Candle God, are not so simple. Why don't you come to see me in person?"
He shook the spear in his hand, directly shattering Chen Zhu's body, and the tip of the spear turned and pointed directly into the void.
There, a candle dragon slowly retracted its tail and revealed its head.
"I thought the Great God's mind was not very clear due to the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, but now it seems that the Great God's mind is very clear."
Zhulong stepped out, followed by the Demon of Fear and seven other ancestors.
They didn't say anything more. Even if they were in their prime, facing the black-clad god in front of them, they didn't dare to say they would escape unscathed.
Who would dare to underestimate the fierce man who blocked all the evil spirits with a gun and remained unscathed and even chopped down the black lotus of destruction?
"Huh, it's you guys."
Luo Hou showed disdain in his eyes: "Zhu Shen, I am going to underestimate you now."
"With just these few helpers, they are not qualified for me to use the God-killing Spear."
“Oh my God…”
Looking at the big demon in front of him whose ideology had changed, Chen Zhu sighed.
"I see that you want to promote the magic path, but you don't know how to do it, right?"
He pointed behind him and said:
"Fellow Daoist, look at these old friends. If nothing unexpected happens, maybe we can cooperate."
"them?"
Luo Hou shook his head and said two words with extreme arrogance: "Unworthy."
He stared into Chen Zhu's eyes again and said, "You are quite good. Why don't you join forces with me? The magic way will erode the prehistoric world, and your time will still flow."
Chen Zhu looked at Luo Hou's God-killing Spear, and he smiled gently: "Great God, you also know that even if a single Dao rule reaches its peak after five or six infinite kalpas, the Yuan Realm is already the limit."
"If you want to go higher, you need ten thousand ways to support you. Your idea is good, but it is not realistic."
Luohou sneered and said nothing, but that also meant he had no rebuttal.
Chen Zhu continued, "Perhaps you didn't see these people clearly, why don't you take another look?"
He stepped aside so that the demon of fear in front could be seen more clearly.
Luo Hou was startled.
Then, He stared for a long time and finally noticed.
"These ancestors are probably the reincarnations of evil spirits."
"Of course."
Chen Zhu smiled: "When my descendants were offering sacrifices to the gods, they did a little bit of work."
"That's barely enough."
Luohu nodded and agreed for the sake of the Demon of Fear.
"You want to enter the Wuji Realm?"
He saw through Chen Zhu and these people's thoughts at a glance, and said to Chen Zhu:
"You can go now. I will accept them next time."
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you ask me why I want to cooperate with you?"
Chen Zhu doesn't want to leave now.
Luohou's mind is no longer normal, and I'm afraid he is no longer himself now.
Who knows, as soon as he left, Luohu would swallow the seven ancestors of the Demon of Fear in one gulp to recover from his injuries.
"Well, I'll show you my plan."
Luohou took out the black gun from behind his back, raised it above his head and pointed it angrily towards the sky.
"Heavenly Hearing: I, Luohou, founded the Demonic Cult with the Demonic Way!"
"The Demon Cult has been established. Anyone who joins my Demon Cult will gain great freedom and great fortune. I am the leader of the Demon Cult and will ascend to heaven in one step!"
As soon as the word "Demon Cult" came out, the destiny of the ancient world was shaken.
The Demon of Fear and other seven ancestors all looked at Chen Zhu at the same time.
"Join the Demon Cult."
Chen Zhu assured them: "After joining the Demon Sect, the luck of the sect is no worse than that of the clan. By then, you will be connected with Luohou's luck, and you have extraordinary abilities. I believe you will soon be able to enter the Wuji realm."
The devil has emerged...
What Luohou said was a hearing by the Heavenly Dao, not a witness.
Chen Zhu knew what this person was planning.
The demon sect's luck was surging, and it was gathering above Luohu's head, turning the extremely noble purple luck on his head into a piece of heavenly luck.
The Demon of Fear's heart moved, and after nodding to Chen Zhu, he took the initiative to speak to the sky:
"God is above, I am afraid of joining the evil cult. Wherever the evil cult goes, there will be fear everywhere!"
Since he started speaking, he has established the most basic image of the magic path for the world.
The devil, the fear.
The luck of the Demon Cult suddenly increased by about 50%!
The Happy Ancestor nodded for the second time and said to Tian Dao:
"My happy ancestor has joined the Demon Cult. In the Demon Cult, joy prevails and we enjoy ourselves all day long!"
The teachings of the magic path have been improved again, and the luck has increased by another 50%!
Afterwards, all the ancestors joined the Demon Cult one after another and became the seven guardian angels of the Demon Cult!
The luck of the demonic path was extremely high and strong, causing Luohou's momentum to continue to rise.
He established a religion and perfected the Dao, and Luohou's original strength at the Wuji realm was still rising.
The seven ancestors of the Demon of Fear not only did not take away Luohou's luck, but after condensing together, they made the luck of the demon path even higher, and it was even vaguely showing a tendency to be the highest among all the paths.
This momentum made Chen Zhu frightened and he subconsciously grasped the Dao Bell.
"Fellow Daoist Candle God, would you like to join my Demonic Cult?"
Luo Hou laughed and happily extended an invitation:
"You are the Lord of Heaven and Earth Time. I would like to invite you to sit in the position of deputy leader."
"I appreciate your kindness, fellow Taoist."
Chen Zhu smiled while holding the small bell, "But I am used to freedom. Seeing my fellow Taoists establish a religion, I naturally want to establish my own."
He turned and left: "I hope that the Demonic Path will soon dominate the wild world."
The magic path was established and destiny was condensed.
This is another way to plunder luck.
Unlike the clans of the three ancestors of Zulong, the founding of a religion can unexpectedly obtain the same fortune, but the differences are different.
There can be multiple races within one religion.
This undoubtedly gave inspiration to other ancestors of the prehistoric world.
Almost at the same time, an old voice came from Mount Buzhou.
"I am Hongjun. Today I have founded the Xuanmen sect. All living beings in the world can join my Xuanmen sect."
These words may seem plain, but they were spoken by the great god Hongjun.
Xuanmen is a sect that all living beings in the world can join. Doesn't that mean that as long as they worship Xuanmen, they can share the fortune of the great god Hongjun?
As soon as Xuanmen was established, the entire prehistoric world began to boil.
Thousands of creatures began to move and rushed towards Mount Buzhou.
"This Hongjun is so shameless."
Ancestor Huanyue frowned: "Establishing a sect after us is like dividing the fortune of our Demon Sect!"
It's like using their example to advertise yourself.
"Why can't my Demonic Cult do that?"
Luo Hou was filled with demonic and evil spirits. "The seven of you should quickly go to the wilderness to spread the Dao and grab the luck of Xuanmen!"
Luo Hou sneered, then said to Chen Zhu with a half-smile:
"Hongjun is very quick, what about you, my friend? What kind of religion do you plan to establish?"
"I haven't made up my mind yet, fellow Taoist. If that's the case, I'll leave now."
Chen Zhu sighed and bowed to the God-killing Spear above Luohou's head.
"Ugh……"
His back went away and gradually disappeared into time.
Chen Zhu didn't ask a single question.
Is Luohou now a person or a gun?
He didn't dare to ask, because there was no answer. These two beings were actually the biggest victims. Few people knew what they had done for the prehistoric world.
But the price they had to pay was one that not even Chen Zhu dared to get even a little bit tainted by.
Half of Hongjun was shattered in the way of heaven.
Luohu...maybe he is already dead, died in the way of heaven, and what occupies his body now is the God-killing Spear.
Who can explain the cycle of cause and effect clearly?
“This is the first step.”
His sighs gradually became softer, and then he arrived at the River of Time before the evil spirit could invade him.
The Demonic Cult is established, and its luck is condensed. You can also use this method to set up a cult yourself.
But he was hesitating.
What is the doctrine of time?
The Rāhu cult brings great ease, great freedom, great bliss, and great fear.
His arrival actually led to the emergence of the Demon Cult.
Chen Zhu raised his head and gazed at the sky, as if he saw the ruthless eyes of Father God staring at him.
Father God, have I been chosen by you again?
His eyes flashed with speculation, and at this moment, Hongjun's voice was heard again from Mount Buzhou.
"I am Hongjun, and I voluntarily share my destiny with all living beings. Anyone who recognizes my Xuanmen can enjoy the Xuanmen's destiny."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhu could already sense a familiar aura spreading throughout the ancient world.
That was the breath of the great god Hongjun. Many creatures who were unable to reach Mount Buzhou were overjoyed and simply made a promise.
Endless good fortune spread from the ancient times to Mount Buzhou.
At this moment on the mountain, Hongjun's eyes were dazed, but soon with the arrival of good luck, he was able to suppress the dazed look.
"This luck actually has such an effect?"
Hongjun was slightly surprised: "It can temporarily suppress the shattering of my spiritual platform. Luohou, you... saved me again."
Hongjun stood up gently, and the luck of Xuanmen gathered together. He witnessed his own luck skyrocketing.
Heaven's way is the rule, and luck is the destiny.
The Demonic Cult and the Xuanmen Sect appeared almost at the same time, causing the entire primitive world, which had just been settled, to become noisy again.
Chen Zhu was not anxious. Although Xuanmen was established at this time, it was still too early. Compared with the Xuanmen in the future, there was a world of difference.
Among the dragon clan, the Dragon Court opened again.
One after another, terrifying beings returned and took their seats, just for this act of luck.
The imperial throne is towering, the stars float and sink beneath it, and only the sun and the moon can serve as its shoulders.
Below Zulong's high throne, the great god Simeng closed his eyes.
The Grand Councilor Shirasawa had a peaceful expression, and was adorned with the light of wisdom and blessings.
The high priest Lei Mo was lazily staring at the dragons with a pair of malicious eyes.
"The Xuanmen and the Demon Sect were established, and their luck is actually almost the same as that of my Dragon Court."
Zulong looked at them and asked, "What do you think about this?"
"Emperor, I don't think we need to be so anxious."
Bai Ze smiled softly and said:
"Although the Demon Sect and Xuanmen have been established, there are only seven Yuan Realm masters in the Demon Sect."
"The Xuanmen has been established, but in the final analysis, those who are willing to share that strand of Hongjun's luck are just ordinary creatures. In terms of quality and total amount, they are not as good as our dragon clan."
"Yes."
Qian Tianlongzu also spoke at this time:
"Those two sects just don't want to develop their own offspring, but also want to share a share of the fortune."
Lei Mo raised his eyelids at this time.
"It's just a newly founded religion. There's no difference between it and a newly born tribe. It's just a different name."
He seems to look down on the Xuanmen and the Demonic Sect.
This is not the answer Zulong wants.
Zulong glanced at the high priest and thought that he could summon him privately later.
Both are in the Wuji realm, and both are living beings who have survived since the creation of the world. Zulong dare not look down on these two.
Hongjun and Luohou, one is very low-key, has survived to this day, and seems to pose no threat.
But after looking at Rahu, you will not think so.
One man and one gun have been killing for six immeasurable kalpas until now.
What kind of a character will Hongjun be if he can be a fellow Taoist of Luohou?
Xuanmen, Demonic Sect...
There was much discussion in the Dragon Court, and finally a decision was made.
Let's wait and see for now to see what the pros and cons are, and see if there are any conflicts of interest with the dragon clan.
If not, see if you can collaborate.
If so, we will have to hold another meeting to decide.
After the court was adjourned, Chen Zhu was about to leave, but he was stopped by Zulong.
"The high priest stays."
In the Dragon Court, the dragons looked at each other, then turned and left.
Qian Tian Long Zu and Qing Long Zu were walking together. At this time, Qian Tian Long Zu whispered to Qing Long:
"Sixth brother, father asked you to abdicate and let Bai Ze take the throne. The Great Military Secretary is the Dream God, the Great Political Secretary is Bai Ze, and the High Priest is Lei Mo. None of the three officials of my Dragon Court is a dragon!"
"Now, Father obviously believes in the high priest."
"Tell me, is this inappropriate? Why don't we discuss it with our father?"
Although Dragon Ancestor Qiantian was grateful to Dragon Ancestor Leimo for saving himself and Dragon Ancestor Jinao, he had to be on guard since it concerned Dragon Ancestor.
"Old Nine, these are not things you should worry about. As long as father is alive, this Dragon Court will belong to our dragon clan."
"Father did this to show his appreciation to those innate saints who joined my dragon clan. It's just for luck."
Qinglong looked back at Longting.
"As for the Thunder Demon... Never mind. We don't need to say anything more about the Thunder Demon."
……
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In the Dragon Court, Chen Zhu and Zulong sat face to face.
He transformed into a human form and was no longer the thunder demon. All the Zulongs knew that he was the high priest Zhu Ming.
Oh...you can also be called Zhu Jiuyin.
"Zhu Ming, do you think these two churches will affect our dragon race?"
Zulong put down his airs and looked a little tired.
He seemed to never rest, either fighting, planning for the dragon clan, or practicing.
But Chen Zhu had seen the opponent's true face. After the last defeat in the Far West during the Infinite Calamity, the Ancestral Dragon went straight back to Mount Buzhou, allowing the dragon clan to be swallowed by chaos.
Zulong at that time was very cold-blooded.
But the current Zulong seems to be a good ancestor who is devoted to the dragon clan.
It was too complicated for him to judge, so he turned his attention back to the issue of Zulong.
“It definitely has an impact.”
Chen Zhu spoke bluntly and took out the measuring ruler.
"The luck of the world is only a matter of feet and a scale. Each clan takes some, each religion takes some. The luck of the world has a total amount."
Chen Zhu said:
"Whether it's the Xuan Sect or the Demon Sect, they will definitely conflict with our dragon clan in the future."
Zulong nodded: "You think the same as I do."
Chen Zhu did not comment on this.
"So, how should we deal with this?"
Zulong's tone became softer at this time, which instantly made Chen Zhu alert.
When did Zulong's tone become so kind?
"Just speak your mind."
He was a little restless, "I remembered that I have something else to do in Sanku Cave, so I'll leave first."
"Candlelight."
Zulong's voice was faint, and he stopped Chen Zhu who was about to get up.
"Xuanmen and Mojiao, which one do you like?"
Chen Zhu's heart trembled.
"I don't like any of them. I like dragons."
"This is not allowed."
Zulong said softly: "I decided to resurrect the former high priest Zhuming, and Zhuming's heart is towards Xuanmen?"
This is going to expose Chen Zhu's identity!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Emperor, Zhu Ming must die, right?"
"No, you have to live. If you don't, those Xiantian gods resurrected by you will not join Xuanmen."
At this moment, Chen Zhu saw the true light of wisdom in the eyes of Zulong.
This is not sarcasm, but real wisdom. This existence seems to be playing a game.
Zulong wants to boost the power of Xuanmen.
This is of no benefit to the dragon clan, and Chen Zhu doesn't know why.
The only thing he knew was that Zulong wanted him to be a traitor.
The secret meeting lasted until dusk, and Chen Zhu returned to Sanku Cave in the setting sun.
This traitor finally decided to contact his own traitor. It was a bit confusing and needed to be sorted out.
Zulong is promoting Xuanmen, what is he plotting?
He secretly helps the new gods and has plans.
Luohu wants the devil to suppress all other devils and establish a demon sect, and he also wants to create disasters to gain merit from them.
Hongjun is not in a good condition, but this existence should not be underestimated, and he has been plotting.
This is just what he knows at the moment. Not to mention the other Phoenix and Qilin clans, even the great god Kunpeng must have some plans.
The water in this vast world is too deep.
(End of this chapter)