Shen Gong Lei, with a pale face and long beard, has no flesh on his cheeks, and his temperament is rather gloomy.
He also came for the twelve-level fiery red lotus in the blood sea, but he knows he cannot defeat those big shots.
Shen Gong Lei and Jiang Zitia entered the door at the same time. After four decades of cultivation, he had already become a Daoist, but he was merely at the realm of human Daoists, stronger than Jiang Zitia. However, his strength was also limited because he had only practiced for four decades.
He spent half of his lifetime's savings to refine a Primordial Opening Pearl, and besides that, he had no other treasure.
Bo Xun stood still and let him attack. As a human Daoist, he couldn't defeat Bo Xun in the realm of Great Golden Immortals. More than that, he couldn't steal the Twelve-Level Karma Red Lotus from a big demon king. That would be equivalent to committing suicide!
His plan was to hit hard, take advantage, and wait to see who would be the ultimate victor, then he would reap the benefits like a fisherman. How sure is this plan? He doesn't know, but it's his only chance.
Deng Chanyu and the others were fully armed, holding the Primordial Spirit Control Water Flag and the Pure White Cloud Field Flag. They also raised the Mountains, Rivers, and Channels Cosmos Diagram and equipped various swords such as Xuan Yuan Sword, Hao Tian Sword. As long as they don't face sages, those below sages can actually break them.
Shen Gong Lei doesn't have this ability. He can only seek help from others. This time, he has turned to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace.
Facing the Eastern Sea Dragon King's expectant gaze, his words on the tip of his tongue suddenly became slow and hesitant: "No... no..."
Ao Guang was taken aback and somewhat displeased. I've been flattering you for so long, and when the moment comes, you still put on an air of superiority in front of me?
As a small human Daoist, how dare you humiliate me like this?
Old Dragon King glared: "Not possible?"
Shen Gong Lei was a bit embarrassed: "Indeed! The third sir, indeed!"
The old dragon king let out a long sigh, thinking of how he had even discarded his dignity to get his son involved with the teachings of the Han cult.
He hurriedly signaled Ao Bai to kneel down, speaking in a low voice: "Master Shen, please remember to have your child's name removed from the list of gods."
Shen Gong Lei hurriedly nodded: "No, no..."
The old dragon king's brows furrowed again: "No?"
"No, no problem!"
Old Dragon King sneered in his heart, such a thing could become a disciple of the Han cult? Rubbish! He couldn't even say a clear sentence.
Shen Gong Lei, following the procedure, handed Ao Bai an identity jade token, thus becoming a member of the Han cult. In reality, he was quite puzzled. He had always relied on his eloquent tongue to make friends with immortals from all over the five seas. In the past, he could speak non-stop for two hours without a stumble. What happened today? Could it be that there's something wrong with the feng shui of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace?
Ao Bai successfully became a disciple, but to directly enter the Han cult, that was just wishful thinking. Shen Gong Lei had deceived them father and son.
The origin, fortune, and quality requirements of the primordial heavenly supreme being for his disciples are extremely strict. Han Shoulong and Xue Ehu, the third-generation disciples of the Daoist Supreme Being, just barely qualify.
Dao Xing Tianzun is one of the twelve Golden Immortals. As for Shen Gong Lei, what's he worth? Ao Bai, who still bears deep sins from the dragon race, would be lucky to be admitted into the doorway of the Han cult. Without a second thought, the primordial supreme being would not only admit Apo Bai but also expel Shen Gong Lei.
Shen Gong Lei manipulated things in the dark; he gave Ao Bai an identity jade token that made him a listed disciple.
Unless Ao Bai can kill Tong Tian Zong, he will have to bear that title for the rest of his life.
Shen Gong Lei thought for a moment and said: "I've heard of Chen Chen Tangguan"
He wasn't sure what was wrong with himself today, so he decided to make his request brief: "The Qiankun bow, the Zhen Tian arrow, could you possibly lend them to me?"
Ao Bao was overjoyed: "Without pretending to be a supreme being, the general of Chen Tangguan, Li Jing, and the dragon also have some acquaintances. My son, Ao Bai, and his son, Nezha, are as close as brothers. It should not be difficult. Little Dragon will accompany you to Chen Tangguan."
Shen Gong Lei stopped speaking and just nodded.
The dragon king and his son accompanied Shen Gong Lei and left the dragon palace to head for Chen Tangguan.
A quarter of an hour later, the tortoise chancellor, the carp minister of defense, and the carpfish commander looked up at the sky above. They saw a layer of thick and sticky plasma gathering above the Dragon Palace. They tried to disperse it, but this substance seemed endless. There seemed to be countless beings within the plasma, looking at the generals in the Dragon Palace as if they were food.
"Quickly, inform the Dragon King to seek aid from the heavens!" the tortoise chancellor shouted.
Xun Liushi went to summon Lu Daozather to send a long-distance message to the Dragon King, but the message was intercepted by the sea of blood.
More and more blood surrounded the Dragon Palace. The generals fought back vigorously. There seemed to be a giant hand hidden in the blood sea, gently pushing the Dragon Palace direction, turning it into powder instantly.
Deng Chanyu borrowed the River Map and the Book of Luo, and Long Ji borrowed the Hao Tian Sword. As they landed at the city gate of Chen Tangguan, they met Nezha face to face.
"Hail, teacher." Nezha, having been educated a few times, plus constantly grinding rocks and washing his parents' feet, showed quite good manners.
He looked up at Long Ji and, since he was born, Long Ji was in Chen Tangguan but did not show up. At this moment, Nezha couldn't help but ask.
"Teacher, is this sister Daji?"
Long Ji was taken aback: "Daji?"
Deng Chanyu quickly pulled Nezha aside: "Child, your accent is a bit heavy, you must have misunderstood. He said 'ji,' Long Ji!"
She, who was good at changing the subject, pointed at Nezha and asked Long Ji: "How old do you think this child is?"
Long Ji sized him up and down: "This child is probably five or six years old?"
"Hahaha, just one year old."
Long Ji: "..."
This child looks able to walk and jump, speaks clearly and logically, yet he is only one year old? He grows up too quickly?
"After you go home, copy the Huangting Canon ten times, and wait for me to check it when I come back." Leaving Nezha with an assignment, Deng Chanyu hurriedly led away Long Ji, not giving Nezha a chance to speak.
Nezha wrapped his hands around his head, sighed deeply, not copying sutras or grinding iron rods, when would his teacher finally teach him Daoist magic?
"Run fast! Monsters are coming!"
"Brothers Wang, your sister-in-law, wait for me!"
"Dad? Mom? Where are you guys?"
"Where are the monsters? Get out of the way, let me fight!" Nezha had just arrived at the seaside. There was a small market here, and today's market was in chaos.
He took a swift step forward and saved a child who was about to be trampled by the crowd - yes, he saved a one-year-old child from a six-year-old.
He handed the child over to its parents and then leaped onto the railing of the tavern, gazing out towards the sea.
There were countless fish and shrimp with grotesque deaths floating in the thick and sticky plasma, the stench of blood spreading all around. The once crystal-clear blue sea had been dyed red by the blood.
Little Nezha was puzzled, not knowing how to deal with the current situation.
In a hurry, he saw a "familiar" person, he grabbed a giant man with red hair like cinnabar, and a fierce and ferocious face: "Li Gen, what happened to you? Why are you like this?"
The night fish of the past were like startled birds, pushing Nezha hard, failing to do so, and only then realizing that the child who had grabbed him was the kid.
"Dead! They're all dead! Wuuwuwuwu——! Xiao Li young master, let go of me aaahhh!"
Nezha let go of his hand, and the night fish of the sea also rushed towards the nearby city gate along with the people.
But in this short time, the sea water had turned completely into blood, with ten-meter-high blood-colored waves slowly rising. Looking at the direction of the waves, it was exactly towards Chen Tangguan.
