Chapter 215 Riot

Hearing Jiang Ziya's answer, Yuanshi Tianzun was furious.

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense!"

His voice rang in the ears of all the creatures in the illusion, like thunder and drums, with unstoppable anger.

When the saint was angry, the sky and the earth changed color.

All the scenery on the entire Kunlun Mountain became transparent, and the dark and dead silence with a foul odor outside the illusion shone into this pure land.

The brightly dressed immortals suddenly saw their long-rotten bodies outside the illusion, and their emotions were agitated in an instant, and their shouts stopped unconsciously.

Kunlun Mountain was quiet, and only Yuanshi Tianzun's angry voice was still echoing in the air. But Yuanshi Tianzun's body was as rotten as theirs, and the bones could be seen.

Long live the saint

The immortals' eyes became complicated.

Jiang Ziya's face was calm, as if he was not affected by Yuanshi Tianzun's anger at all. He asked calmly: "Dao Zun, am I wrong?"

Yuanshi Tianzun's face became more and more ugly.

Is what Jiang Ziya said wrong?

Of course it is right!

After the failure of the prehistoric world and the secret observation of several epochs, Yuanshi Tianzun is convinced that the end is irresistible. If you want to survive, you must plunder the energy of the outside world to replenish the small world.

As for what will happen after the outside world loses energy?

In Yuanshi Tianzun's view, the end is irresistible anyway, and the speed of destruction is only a matter of time. Doing so reduces the suffering of the outside world in a sense.

He even thinks that the creatures in the outside world should be grateful to the immortals, because the immortals have spared them the endless pain of going to destruction in suffering, allowing them to quickly end their miserable lives.

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he said in a cold tone: "There are noble and humble creatures. Abandon the humble and preserve the noble. This is the normal cycle of heaven."

His tone was very flat, and he obviously agreed with what he said from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Ziya's mouth corners slightly raised.

"May I ask the Heavenly Master, who is noble and who is humble?"

His voice was extremely clear, like a string of beads falling on a porcelain plate, which sounded extremely harsh in the empty Taoist temple.

"In the past, you taught me that all beings are equal. Why is there a distinction between noble and humble today? Is it that all beings have changed or you have changed?"

Yuanshi Tianzun's anger stagnated slightly.

Jiang Ziya said loudly: "May I ask the Heavenly Master, what is the constant circulation of the Heavenly Dao? The Heavenly Dao has long collapsed. Is the so-called constant circulation of the Heavenly Dao your holy heart and holy thoughts?"

"Does Hongjun Daozu know?"

Several immortals in the Taoist temple exchanged glances, and all were shocked by Jiang Ziya's boldness.

Yuanshi Tianzun was furious: "Enough!"

Bang!

Yuanshi Tianzun hit the ground with a palm in the air.

Accompanied by violent energy fluctuations, the illusion collapsed, and all the immortals on Kunlun Mountain returned to the reality they dreamed of escaping.

After a short silence, wailing sounded everywhere.

Although the bodies of the immortals have decayed, they are still alive, relying on a trace of spiritual energy provided by Hongjun to maintain their lives.

At this time, the consciousness escapes from the illusion and returns to the decaying body. The horrible pain of withered flesh, cracked bones, and broken nerves rushes into the mind, instantly destroying the fragile self-esteem of the immortals.

"Ah!"

Some immortals can't bear the pain, behave too violently, fall to the side, and the bones in their bodies crack into hundreds of pieces.

All the immortals are wailing, but only two people are indifferent.

One is Yuanshi Tianzun, he is a saint, his Tao heart is firm, and his body decay can't shake it at all.

The other is Jiang Ziya, although he is just a small immortal, several levels lower than the saint. But he looks down on everything, and his Tao heart is also extremely firm.

The immortals who fell down wailed a few times and gradually died.

The other immortals felt a strong sorrow in their hearts.

They used to be omnipotent, flying and hiding in the sky, so happy, but now they have a tragic ending of death with just a slight fall. What kind of free and easy immortals are they?

They are worse than the pigs in the farmer's pen!

Yuanshi Tianzun impatiently closed his sight and hearing, not wanting to see the ugly appearance of the immortals and listen to their wailing.

He didn't mean to break the illusion.

He wanted to pat the armrest of the chair, but he was too angry at the time and didn't notice that the armrest of the chair had disappeared because of the illusion.

He slapped the air with an angry palm, and his body almost fell off the chair. At the critical moment when his face was about to fall off, he slapped the ground without thinking.

So the illusion was broken.

All the immortals in the entire Kunlun Mountain area were offline.

When his consciousness was sent back to his own rotting body, Yuanshi Tianzun realized belatedly that the illusion was so weak that it could not withstand a single blow.

The weakness of the illusion is equivalent to the weakness of the small world.

The illusion was no different from the real world, and it was stable enough to withstand the battle of the saint level. But with the loss of energy in the small world, the strength of the illusion became lower and lower, and now it can't even withstand a palm.

Yuanshi Tianzun understood that they must get energy replenishment from the main world as soon as possible, otherwise the small world might not be able to hold on.

Now is not the era of the great wilderness, the immortals no longer have the ability to create a small world. Once this small world is destroyed, they must fight against the invincible end again.

The process of fighting is slow death.

However, thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun thought of Jiang Ziya again, and his mood suddenly became very bad.

Jiang Ziya's actions will undoubtedly make the humans in the main world strongly wary of them, thus preventing them from obtaining energy from the main world. In the past, of course he would not have taken this obstacle seriously, but today's immortals no longer have the majesty they once had.

Damn Jiang Ziya!

ungrateful!

You shouldn't have accepted him as your disciple then!

Yuanshi Tianzun knew that Jiang Ziya was sitting not far behind him, but he couldn't turn his head because his head would fall off.

In the deserted little world, wailing sounds were everywhere, and the chaos lasted for a few minutes until the white-robed Hongjun appeared here.

The white-robed Hongjun had no expression on his face. The beautiful world of illusion spread rapidly from his feet, and the immortal who had escaped from the illusion was pulled back again.

Only Yuanshi Tianzun and Jiang Ziya were left behind.

The wailing sound quietly disappeared.

The white-robed Hongjun raised his hand and flicked it, and the immortals who had just died instantly turned into powder.

He spoke slowly: "Why do you do this?"

He was asking Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya was as calm as ever, even if Daozu was in front of him, his mood did not change much.

He said calmly: "Daozu, you are on the wrong path."

Baipao Hongjun ignored him and turned to Yuanshi Tianzun and said: "If Tang Xuan comes in to negotiate with me again, your descending order will be moved backward as a punishment for you."

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth: "Good!"

The order of arrival is what the immortals desire most, and is even the goal of the saints. The small world is on the verge of collapse, and any immortal who is still awake does not want to stay in this dead world for one more second.