RPAGF Chapter 499 Going to the West to eat grass? More like eating dirt!
Chapter 499 Going to the West to eat grass? More like eating dirt!
No!
She didn't even dare to think about how many people she would have to help in the future, each one more rebellious than the last.
Thinking about how the Western Religion would eventually be bald, Yang Jiao whispered in Yang Chan's ear:
"Chan'er, listen to your sister. From now on, you must not only stay away from the blond guy, but also stay away from the bald guy."
Yang Chan lifted her head from Yang Jiao's shoulder, a hint of surprise flashing in her innocent, bewildered eyes: "Eh?"
She looked around and saw that among all the Taoists in the Qiankun Bag, only Ksitigarbha and Maitreya were bald. Immediately, her eyes turned wary.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva smoothed his shiny scalp and said innocently:
"Yang Jiao, how did you raise your sister? Why am I bald? Don't you bear any responsibility?"
After being inexplicably pulled into the fake landscape painting created by Daoist Yun Zhongzi, her hair never grew back.
Strangely enough, he has now gotten used to seeing himself with a bald head.
"Alright, alright, now is not the time for idle chatter." Taiyi Zhenren came out, his face somewhat solemn, and continued, "This Qiankun bag contains more than three thousand Taoists. I'm afraid that after they go to the Western Sect, they will be enlightened by the Six Roots Purification Bamboo of the Guide Saint, and from then on they will be loyal to the West. We must find a way to get out of here as soon as possible."
When Taiyi Zhenren spoke, both Ksitigarbha and Maitreya looked somewhat ashen.
They were Westerners, and they seemed out of place here.
Master Yuding sighed and patted Ksitigarbha on the shoulder: "It has nothing to do with you, no need to worry about it."
Maitreya shook his head and said:
"This Qiankun Bag was made with all the strength of the Western Sect. Without Mosquito Daoist's innate ability to restrain magical treasures, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to get out of it."
He was telling the truth; you could tell just by looking at how even two quasi-saint level Daoists, Kong Xuan and Lu Ya, couldn't open it by force.
Lu Ya Daoist turned around and said impatiently:
"We should hurry up and find a way to call Mosquito Taoist back; this tattered bag has too high a defense."
Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light was useless inside. Just thinking that he would become a mount if he fell into the hands of the two Western Saints made him feel like he was covered in ants. His usually calm and composed temperament was completely shattered at this moment.
"It's probably almost over outside. If we don't get out soon, we might as well all go eat grass at the Western Church."
"Eat grass?" Kinnara was startled. "There's not much grass growing. Let's eat dirt instead."
Yang Jiao chuckled, "Yeah, not only can we eat dirt, but we can also occasionally have some red little drinks from the sea of blood."
Nezha looked at Yang Jiao with a deep sense of agreement and praised her:
"What a thoughtful idea! They're worried you might choke on your dirt."
Taiyi Zhenren pulled Nezha away and faced the almost murderous gazes of the more than three thousand Taoists in the Qiankun Bag, forcing him to smile awkwardly under immense pressure.
Yang Jian, standing behind Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, felt immense pressure.
Even through their storage bags, everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere of the battle between the sages outside. Yang Jiao stopped joking and walked to Lu Ya Daoist's side, saying:
"Let go, let me do it."
"you?"
……
The Sage who guided the way gathered three thousand worldly beings into his Qiankun Bag, and was overjoyed.
Seeing the three Pure Ones locked in a stalemate, he exchanged a glance with Zhunti Daoist and then wanted to withdraw from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and return to the West.
But how could the Tongtian Sect Leader let him leave so easily?
Although the disciples of the Jie Sect had already taken the elixir specially made by the Supreme Sage, they still had to vent their anger.
Ten thousand sword beams shot out from the formation.
"This move has already been used in the previous Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation," said Daoist Zhunti.
"The sword light is both real and illusory; only one is real. This time, the West is experiencing a period of great fortune, so it will certainly not hit us."
Just as he finished speaking, a lock of his disheveled hair was cut off, and the Taoist Zhunti's tone changed abruptly:
"It's all true!"
Has this Tongtian Cult Leader gone mad?
Even facing Tongtian's swordsmanship, the Guide Daoist dared not relax. Standing atop the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, he spoke in a deep voice:
"You take the Qiankun Bag back first, I'll block the sword light."
In an instant, the golden lotus bloomed, radiating countless golden rays.
The Twelfth-Rank World-Destroying Black Lotus, which had followed Mosquito Daoist out of the Qiankun Bag, was now hidden nearby. The Merit Golden Lotus and the World-Destroying Black Lotus were naturally incompatible. Although they were of the same rank, the Golden Lotus could purify karma, and since he had acquired the Second-Rank Transformation Leg, he had always been overshadowed by the Golden Lotus.
The twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus gripped its toes tightly.
She only hoped that after her master fully accepted her, he would go up and wildly slap her golden lotus-shaped vulva.
Dark Lotus Online Cricket.
Buzz, buzz.
Black Lotus turned around in fright, looking at the mosquito floating in front of her, so frightened that the ten petals on her body curled up together.
"You smell so good." Mosquito Taoist flapped his wings and said with some regret, "Yang Jiao won't let mosquitoes suck you."
The twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus petals unfurled, and the person breathed a sigh of relief.
Don't be fooled by the immense power of innate magical treasures. When they encounter Mosquito Daoist, it's a natural dimensional reduction attack. Born in the chaotic era, this ferocious demonic beast specializes in defeating spiritual objects, devouring everything, and can directly absorb the source of life.
No matter what kind of magical treasure she possesses, the saying "innately valuable but acquiredly worthless" doesn't apply, because it's all just a matter of words.
The Twelfth-Rank World-Destroying Black Lotus was terrified after meeting Mosquito Daoist, fearing that it wouldn't survive until the day Kinnara turned evil.
A dark petal pointed towards the Golden Lotus of Merit.
The mosquito shook its wings.
I almost sucked it in, but the sword light from the Tongtian Sect Leader came too fast, and Mosquito Taoist dodged it.
I'm just waiting for this wave to pass before I go and have a taste to see how salty it is.
The abduction of thousands of Taoists from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was also within the foreseeable scope of the Three Pure Ones.
The sudden change in attitude of Jieyin and Zhunti upon obtaining the Six Soul Banner also angered the Three Pure Ones.
The resistance on the Supreme Sage's crutch changed its operation and directly became the magical power to nourish the Myriad Immortals Formation; the Primordial Heavenly Venerable immediately noticed this and also curled the corners of his lips.
Pure sage-level primordial energy permeated the limbs and bones of the Tongtian Sect Leader.
The Three Pure Ones are of the same origin, so there is no rejection among them.
The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes were deep, and without any hesitation, he directly suppressed all the powerful techniques used by the Guide Daoist.
At this moment, even the innate supreme treasure, the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, began to tremble.
Seeing Zhunti turn back to escape, Jieyin couldn't help but shout:
"Let's go! We must make Western religion flourish!"
Zhunti was still somewhat hesitant.
The guide called out again:
"He can't kill me, hurry up and take the Qiankun bag and run!"
That's not a magic weapon; it contains the hope of greatly promoting Western religion.
No matter how strong Tongtian is, he is not the Heavenly Dao and cannot kill himself.
Even the will of Heaven cannot be easily erased by a sage.
With a gritted tooth and a dark expression, Zhunti Daoist turned and left towards the Western Sect without looking back.
Inside the Qiankun Bag.
Yang Jiao walked to the hole that the mosquito had sucked open. The hole was only the size of a fist, and wind was blowing out.
She calmed herself down, stretched out her fingers in both hands, and began to pull hard to both sides.
Lu Ya Dao Ren initially thought she had brought some kind of magic weapon to counter the Qiankun Bag, which was why she was so confident. But upon closer inspection, he realized it was all just brute force.
He said, somewhat disheartened:
"Yang Jiao, do you think you're Pangu? That you're strong enough to tear this Qiankun bag open?"
Eh...
Daoist Lu Ya sighed.
"How could you possibly tear open a Qiankun bag with your bare hands... How did you manage to tear it open?!"