"Senior Brother, is there really no share in this Middle Earth world?" The voice of Taoist Zhunti was filled with reluctance.

The Taoist Zhiting said bitterly: "The world of the Middle Earth is the place that the master values, so he will naturally leave it to his original disciples."

"Hmph, we brothers are not much worse than Sanqing, why..." The voice of Taoist Zhunti was filled with anger.

"Junior brother, be careful. Master has always been concerned about major issues. If our brothers hate Master, I'm afraid..." Taoist Zhiyin gave Taoist Zhunti a look you know. This look made Taoist Zhunti's anger dissipate a lot.

No, it should be said that this look made Taoist Zhunti become much more honest all of a sudden.

"Senior Brother, do you think there are some of our treasures in Master?" Taoist Zhunti hesitated for a moment.

"There are almost no possibilities, Pangu Banner, Tai Chi Diagram and Zhu Xian Four Swords are all for the Sanqing and others. As for our brothers, don't even think about it." Taoist Zhiyin said with great certainty.

"Then how can we suppress our luck by establishing a great sect?" Zhunti's voice was filled with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The Taoist Zhiying smiled, as if he was sarcasticating his brother's innocence, and as if he was sneering at reality.

Just when the two of them were silent again, Taoist Zhunti felt that the evil wind was not good in his ears. When his cultivation reached his level, if someone sneaked into a sneak attack, he would have already reacted before the sneak attacker could take action.

The reason why he was sneak attacked now was not only because he was calculating what he should do in his heart, but more because he cursed the Three Pure Land too much.

"Bang!"

An object hit Zhunti Taoist's head heavily. Although he had practiced the immortal golden body, Zhunti Taoist still felt that his eyes were dark, and there seemed to be a bag on his head.

As Hongjun's disciple, the strongest among the quasi-saints in the world, Taoist Zhunti and others suffered such a loss. He grabbed the thing that smashed him and was about to throw it out, but when he raised his hand, his palms tightly clenched again.

"Senior brother, look!" Taoist Zhunti shouted loudly.

The Taoist Xie Yin, who had already chased out quickly, flew back quickly after hearing the words of Taoist Zhunti. He looked at the sword full of murderous intent in Zhunti's hands, which seemed to be from the murderous intent, and he was stunned.

"Zhu Xian!"

These two words kept flashing during their postponement, and in the end, the Taoist in the Taoist who led the way to reflect: "The Four Swords of Zhu Xian!"

"Master, is it your elder who wants to punish your disciple? Woo woo, I just said bad things about you, you should punish your disciple again!" The Taoist Zhunti held the Zhuxian Sword and shouted loudly towards the void.

Taoist Zhiying found it a bit ridiculous. He could understand why his brother did this, but you were too...

Just as the Taoist Xie Yin was about to persuade Taoist Zhunti, not to dream here during the day. How could such things happen one after another?

"Bang!"

Another heavy object was hitting his head with a heavy sound. This time, Taoist Zhunti was not furious, but bowed respectfully to the sky, and then picked up the thing that hit his head.

This is another long sword full of killing aura, and the big word "Slaying Immortal" shaking the eyes of both of them.

"Senior brother, Master is really not biased. Taking this opportunity, let's ask Master to give us some benefits. Master is going to be with the Heavenly Dao, and the whole world belongs to him."

When Zhunti said this, his voice became more and more serious: "No matter what, it is his own, hahaha! He gives it to anyone he gives it to!"

Although Taoist Jie Yin felt that this matter was mysterious, he was also interested in the four swords of Zhuxian.

If the master really gives treasures like the Four Swords of Zhuxian, it would be more guaranteed and more confidence for the two of them.

Although this method was really unrestrained, seeing the Taoist Zhunti holding two swords and smiling, he couldn't help but bow to the void and said, "Disciple is also very sinful!"

As soon as this sentence was said, Taoist Zhiying felt that the evil wind was not good behind him. But when he thought of the four swords of Zhuxian, he still couldn't help but move.

"Thank you, Master!" He muttered, and Taoist Zhiyi even let go of his body-protecting divine light. He heard a slap in the void, and Taoist Zhiyi was almost knocked out.

"Hahaha, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He hugged the Pangu Banner and the Taoist Zhiting became crazy.

He naturally knew this Pangu Banner. With such a treasure in his hand, he could be said to be extremely relaxed when he established a teaching in the future. More importantly, he felt the deep care of his master.

The Taoist Zhunti held two swords of Zhu Xian and Ku Xian, and quickly knelt on the ground, shouting loudly: "Teacher, mercy!"

Zheng Ming looked at the two people speechlessly. He wanted to continue to be compassionate, but the key was that there was really nothing in his hands.

Because of the spiritual sense of the Taoist Hongjun, the magic sword of the immortal, he could not sacrifice and refine things. He could not hold them in his hands, and it would be of no use. Maybe he would cause himself a big disaster.

So in a moment, Zheng Ming decided to deal with these things. Just as Taoist Junti and Taoist Jieying came over, Zheng Ming threw them to the two of them.

Zheng Ming ignored these two guys who were asking for mercy to the teacher. He waved his sleeves and walked towards the territory of the Youxiong clan. But at this moment, what was moved in his mind was the words of Taoist Zhunti just now.

Everything in this world is the teacher's. When Zheng Ming first heard this sentence, he felt a little exaggerated, but gradually, a hint of clarity appeared in Zheng Ming's heart. He found that Taoist Zhunti really said the point of this sentence.

Taoist Hongjun is now in harmony with Taoism, and once he succeeds in harmony with Taoism, the whole world will belong to Taoist Hongjun.

It seems that it is best for me to leave now, otherwise if Taoist Hongjun had the intention to kill him, would he resist?

But just leaving like this, Zheng Ming's heart was still full of reluctance. After all, this was a reward for activateing the world function.

If you want to enter this prehistoric world in the future, you still don’t know how much reputation you need and how many times you need to draw?

As thoughts flashed, Zheng Ming's eyes fell on the endless sun. At this moment, a crazy thought appeared in his heart.

Those who block my way will slash it with one sword!

The one who is blocking Zheng Ming's path is Hongjun Taoist, but who said that Hongjun Taoist cannot be killed? He has not succeeded in the Tao yet. He is just an ordinary saint. As long as he operates properly and does not say anything else, he can never succeed in the Taoist relationship.

After this thought appeared, it kept flashing in Zheng Ming's heart. Under countless thoughts, a trace of decision finally formed in Zheng Ming's heart.

Don’t do it, don’t stop!

With a thought, Zheng Ming made a decision. He did not immediately return to the city where the Youxiong clan lived, but soared into the air and rushed towards the direction of the heavenly court.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the earth, but this kind of journey is nothing to Zheng Ming, so in a moment, Zheng Ming appeared outside the South Gate of the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

Compared with the Heavenly Court at the time of the Jade Emperor, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan was more rigorous, but the Great Demon Jiuying, who was stationed at the South Heaven Gate, felt his heart twitching when he saw Zheng Ming.

"Mr. Zheng, what's wrong with you coming to Heaven?" Jiuying hesitated for a moment, then said respectfully to Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming smiled at Jiuying and said, "I have nothing else to do when I come here this time, but I haven't seen Mr. Kunpeng for many days, so I want to talk to him."

"You have found the wrong place. The demon master has returned to Beihai. You might as well go to Beihai to find him!" Jiuying said politely.

Kunpeng was not here. Although Zheng Ming was a little unhappy, he had to leave. At this moment, someone heard someone say, "The Emperor of Heaven has an order to invite Mr. Zheng to Xiri Temple."

The Emperor of Heaven is Di Jun, the father of ten golden crows. As the lord of the heavenly court, people like Zheng Ming who come here openly can basically not hide it from others.

When Zheng Ming saw the Emperor of Heaven, he had no resistance. With Jiuying's company, he set up a warship and headed towards Xiri Temple.

Along the way, there were strong men from the demon clan coming and going, and countless demon soldiers and generals constantly coming and going. Although Zheng Ming was an outsider, he could also feel that there was a murderous intent in this heaven at this time.

This murderous intent was not targeted by Zheng Ming, but felt that a big fight was coming.

A quarter of an hour later, a palace filled with golden colors appeared in Zheng Ming's eyes, and a man in a golden imperial robe was standing outside the temple waiting.

When Jiuying saw the man full of majesty, his eyes were filled with admiration. He whispered to Zheng Ming: "Sir, my emperor is welcomed you personally."

The Emperor of Heaven respects and usually summons people. The current welcome can be said to make Jiuying feel a little unbelievable.

"I've seen the Emperor of Heaven!" People give themselves face, and of course Zheng Ming also wants to give face to Di Jun. He clasped his fists when Di Jun walked over.

Di Jun quickly came to Zheng Ming's approach, and also clasped his fists and said, "Sir, I have said I would visit Mr. Husband, but there have been a lot of things recently and I can't get away for a while. Today, Mr. Husband is really honored."

"This place is not a place to speak. Sir, please speak in the temple."

Zheng Ming was unwilling to talk about major events with Di Jun here, so after a few words of politeness, the group entered the Xiri Divine Palace.

The temple was prepared to welcome the guests. After Zheng Ming and Di Jun took their seats, countless rare fruits were delivered. Some even brought a baking pot with an iron brazing on it, and slowly roasted it.
Chapter completed!