Volume 2: Reenacting the Great Desolation Chapter 153: Lu Ya's Great Aspiration Twelve Volumes of the Golden Bell (Part 2)

Ancestor Long quickly asked who this person was, and Zhu Ganglie smiled and said: "This person has the supernatural power of Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, and his cultivation is much better than mine. With his help, we will definitely get rid of evil and take away his innate immortal aura."

The Black Dragon Ancestor was silent. If Zhu Ganglie really invited an immortal master, he was afraid that after the evil was eliminated, he would be the next one to deal with. Seeing this, Lao Zhu hurriedly said: "My fellow Taoists must have seen this person before. Among the nine people who besieged Hongjun that day, the Taoist in red was the Great Sun Tathagata, also known as Taoist Master Lu Ya. He had a The magic of the sect can be used to kill immortals with flying knives, which no one can defeat."

The Black Dragon Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief. Although Lu Ya was powerful, he still didn't care about him. The three-legged golden crow could split mountains and crack rocks and tear the continent into pieces. The immortal-killing flying knife could kill people's spirits and break their bodies. But These two skills cannot restrain the Chaos Soul and Chaos Body. After all, he is a demon god born in chaos, and his physical body is naturally as strong as the eighth-turn golden body. How can it be matched by acquired Taoism?

Ancestor Black Dragon smiled and said: "That's it, Ancestor Zhu Ba, go back quickly. As for your two Taoist friends, please stay here. I am the master and should take care of you." But he wanted to leave Wukong and The six-eared macaque was used as a pledge to prevent Zhu Ganglie from ever leaving.

The six-eared macaque glanced at Zhu Ganglie one after another, hinting that he should not agree to avoid falling into the hands of the black dragon. Lao Zhu just pretended not to see it and said with a smile: "Then I'll ask fellow Taoist to take care of it. Fellow Taoist's gourd of good fortune is still of some use to me at the moment. It will definitely be returned in half a year."

This gourd of good luck is extremely important to Black Dragon. His courage to fight against evil is partly due to the aura of this treasure to restrain evil. Hearing this, he immediately said: "This treasure is extremely important. It has not yet been matured for sacrifice. Fellow Taoist, use it with caution, within half a year." You must come back quickly so that I can have time to perfect it."

Zhu Ganglie readily agreed, left Wukong and Liu Er behind, and got up. The black dragon ancestor treated Wukong and the two attentively, and ordered ten dragon gods to follow them in front of them. It was called serving, but it was actually monitoring. Wukong remained calm and continued to meditate, but the six-eared macaque was extremely anxious. Jumping around him, finally unable to bear it any longer, he whispered in the monkey's ear: "Senior brother, the young master left us here just to see how brave the Black Dragon Demon God is, so he ran away!"

Wukong ignored it, and Liu Er said again: "What kind of relationship does he have with Lord Lu Ya? He clearly took the opportunity to escape and made us the scapegoats. Senior brother, according to my idea, it is better for us to find an opportunity to escape!"

Wukong was impatient by his quarrel. He opened his eyes and said, "Although he is cunning and scheming, and is not a good person, he has one good thing, that is, he keeps his word. This alone is a hundred times better than others! You I have been dating him for a long time. Have you ever seen him break his promise?"

The six-eared macaque scratched his head and thought about it carefully. Although Zhu Ganglie was joking and joking on weekdays, he had never seen him break his promise, so he felt relieved.

Let's say that Zhu Ganglie transformed into a pig-shaped dragon, with his huge body coiled on the arm of Hongjun's incarnation, flying over Yuanyuan Continent and looking around. But I saw that the entire continent was like a melting pot, with lava rolling everywhere and demonic flames flying. Those countless ancient poisonous dragons roasted the ancient wasteland into charcoal, and the heat was unbearable. The bells in the two true palaces of the sun were still ringing loudly and far away. The bell rang, and thousands of poisonous dragons were killed. The huge body fell from the air, splashing hundreds of meters of magma waves.

Although the demonic flames of the ancient poisonous dragon are powerful, not all living creatures in the continent are extinct. There are still millions of mountains shooting out all kinds of fairy lights in the rolling fire, immobilizing the surrounding flames, and the mountains are surrounded by auspicious clouds. These caves in the mountains are mostly the residences of the ancient indigenous masters. Seeing the approaching disaster, they would take action to protect a living being, which can be regarded as an immeasurable meritorious deed.

As for the dead creatures. The souls were floating without roots, and many evil cultivators began to use various evil methods to collect the souls in the air and prepare to cultivate powerful magic treasures.

Of all the souls, the ones that attract evil cultivators the most are the souls of ancient poisonous dragons. These poisonous dragons have been reborn and reborn in the Palace of the Sun, and have long since trained their souls to be extremely tough. They are really good materials for training evil treasures!

Zhu Ganglie had already sacrificed the gourd of good fortune and tried his best to collect the wandering souls. As soon as the gourd came out, countless souls whimpered and screamed, and were involuntarily sucked into it. Those low-level qi practitioners couldn't compete with him at all, so they could only stare blankly. There were only three or five places in the ancient continent where strong gravity could be heard, which was no less powerful than the gourd of good fortune.

One of them is in the Zixiao Palace in the Great Kunlun Mountains. Dark clouds are billowing above the head of the Buddha. Countless wronged souls are sucked into the forehead and poured into the body continuously. However, the body of the Buddha is suddenly big and small, and there are hundreds of them. It is as huge as ten thousand feet, but as small as a mustard seed.

The purpose of his move was the same as Zhu Ganglie's, to attract the lonely souls from the ancient world and forcibly refine and repair his own soul. Although the ancient poisonous dragon's soul was tough, it was still too weak compared to Hongjun's original soul. Therefore, Emperor Shi Tianwang Every time the Buddha absorbs a batch of soul, it must be compressed and refined.

His magical powers are getting stronger and stronger, and the power he arouses is also getting bigger and bigger. It is no less than the gourd of good fortune, which makes the Buddhist guardian spirits of the Kunlun Mountains see it, and they are both frightened and admired.

Another powerful place to attract souls is in Yuanyuan University

One of the mysterious places is a deep canyon, unfathomable, with crescent moons coming together, so the natives of the prehistoric times call it February Valley. When the bell of the Palace of the Sun rang, thousands of golden lights rushed up from the valley, and the golden lights were like swimming dragons, going around and around. Those souls were attracted by the golden light and threw themselves into the valley.

Many powerful monks knew that there must be an innate treasure at the bottom of the valley, and they all went to search for it in the valley, but no one came out alive. The souls in the valley disappeared like a drop in the ocean. Seeing this, other great monks knew that the power of this magic weapon was beyond imagination. They were afraid that they could not take it out, but they were reluctant to leave, so they all stood on February Mountain and watched.

Not long after, countless lacquer-colored monsters suddenly crawled out of the valley, covered with mucus, hundreds of feet long, and were green dragons. They rushed out of the valley, plowed deep trenches on the ground, and swarmed away. After a while, another group of monsters crawled out of the valley. They were monks who had just entered the valley to search for treasures. They were a mixture of dragons and snakes, and their magic weapons were lost. They ran out naked, covered with mucus, and their faces were dull. The monks who knew each other hurriedly found acquaintances to ask, but they didn’t know what happened in the valley, nor who they were, like newborn babies.

Seeing this, the monks were terrified and no longer dared to enter the valley to check, and they all dispersed. .

Zhu Ganglie, while holding the Soul Searching and Creation Gourd, broke through the earth fire cloud covering the continent, soared up, came to the Sun Palace, broke through the huge bubble, went deep into it, and found the East Palace, but saw that the eight ancient blue dragons were hiding in the palace, trembling with fear.

The bell sound coming from the depths of the sun became more and more urgent, and it continued, shaking the entire sun, and endless flames gushed out. The sun's true fire was also blown into the universe, and flames rolled everywhere.

Zhu Ganglie asked loudly: "Those eight fools, where is your master?"

The eight blue dragons' dragon teeth and huge fangs hit each other up and down, tinkling, and they were only trembling and foaming at the mouth, so they couldn't speak. Seeing this, Old Zhu shook his head, stood up and headed for the depths of the sun. After walking for an unknown number of miles, he finally arrived at the core of the sun. However, he saw that the original chaotic energy had already melted away, leaving only six ancient bells hanging in the air. The bells rang without wind.

Under the six bells stood a man in a dragon robe. He had a handsome appearance, eyebrows and eyes like phoenixes, and was majestic without anger. He wore a majestic yellow dragon robe, and had a kingly demeanor. He was frowning and asking the red-robed Taoist who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, saying: "You are so unreasonable. I was just born, how can I be related to you?"

The red-robed Taoist was Lu Ya Daojun. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the man infatuatedly, muttering: "Father...Father..." His voice came from the bottom of his heart, like crying and complaining, and people couldn't stop crying after listening to it.

Zhu Ganglie thought of the origin of Lu Ya Daojun, sighed, came behind Daojun, and said in a daze for a long time: "Mahavairocana, Buddhism says that all love and affection will last forever. This person is just a god born in the Sun Palace, born with the God Bell, born in response to destiny, looks a bit like Emperor Dijun, how can he be your father. Fool, fool, have you not woken up yet?"

The god under the six chimes suddenly laughed and said: "Emperor Jun? What a good name, from now on, Emperor Jun will be my title."

Lu Ya Daojun trembled, slowly stood up, looked at the man with complicated eyes, shook his head and said: "You are not Emperor Jun, and Emperor Jun is not you, just as I am not Buddha, and Buddha is not me." Daojun turned around, bowed to Zhu Ganglie, and said: "Thank you Taoist friend for awakening me 's followers. "

Zhu Ganglie hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "The Taoist is just confused by the appearance. Even if I don't remind you, with your cultivation, you will wake up sooner or later. Why thank me?"

Lu Ya Taoist shook his head and said, "I owe you a favor, and I will return it sooner or later." The Taoist was in high spirits, pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, and said loudly, "When my father was alive, he established the Heavenly Court, pacified the world, worked diligently, and maintained peace in the world. It was only because of the coming of the catastrophe that he was killed. I am here to make a great wish to inherit my father's last wish, rebuild the Heavenly Court, and reproduce the prestige of the demon clan! If I can't control the world, I swear not to prove the Tao; if I can't redefine the heaven and earth, I swear not to prove the Tao!"

After the Taoist said this, a group of clear air rushed out from his head, and fell to the ground and turned into an emperor, who looked like the newly born Emperor Jun, but with the aura of the emperor hovering above his head. Taoist Lu Ya said to Zhu Ganglie: "Daoyou, a few years ago I made a bad wish to kill Hongjun, but Hongjun died in your hands, so I couldn't fulfill my bad wish. Although I killed Shanshi again now, I have no hope of achieving enlightenment in this life. Taoist, you promised me to be the emperor of heaven and save my life, don't forget it."

Old Zhu nodded and smiled: "I haven't forgotten it, Taoist, don't worry. But this person in front of you came into being, and he is destined to be the emperor of heaven, how should he be dealt with?"

"Of course I will kill him!" Taoist Lu Ya's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said indifferently: "The new heaven has not been established, and we still need the innate treasure to suppress the destiny."