Chapter 271: Resurrect the Innate Gods
"High Priest, open the door quickly, we know you are inside!"
Qiantian Dragon Ancestor shouted at the top of his voice from the door of the tree hole. There were only a few innate gods left, and the dignified Dragon Ancestor was forced to come and knock on the door.
Chen Zhu didn't move, pretending not to hear.
High Priest, we know you don't want to get involved, but this matter should be dealt with as soon as possible, and we also have some questions to ask you.
The Ancestral Dragon, the First Qilin, and the Yuan Phoenix have all come. The Qiantian Dragon Ancestor, the Azure Dragon, the Taotie Ancestor, the Dream God, the Four-Beast, the Yellow Qilin, the Colorful Ancestor, the Snow Phoenix, the Peacock, and the Dapeng are all guarding the door.
Chen Zhu continued to play dead.
"Zhu Ming, come out."
Zulong said four words lightly, but Chen Zhu still pretended not to hear them.
"I'm afraid this kid will rarely come out."
Cai Zu understood this little dragon's thoughts to some extent, "After all, he should be able to guess what we want him to do."
"We have to find a way to save the country in a roundabout way."
He turned and walked towards the True Yang Dragon Army, saying softly:
"Please help me pass a message to Zhenyang Longzu and tell him that I, Caizu, am here."
At this time, Qing Lao was not in Jingzhe Mansion, but Jingzhe Mansion had a special way of contact.
Soon, Qing Lao came back and was shocked when he saw all the great gods:
"But what mistake did my grandson make?"
"Master Zhenyang Dragon is joking. This is definitely not about offering sacrifices to the gods. We have something to ask you."
He stated his purpose and wanted the young man to think of a solution.
"That kid actually doesn't listen to me."
Elder Qing thought for a moment and said to the outside: "Go, call Qingying over."
Qingying came quickly and looked up and down at the tree hole: "I can't do anything about it. How about this, can you guys bring something?"
"This kid's personality is actually very simple. He won't do anything without profit. Maybe if you take out some treasures, he will come out."
Treasures? They didn’t have any treasures. It was good enough that they were not killed by the evil spirit in the end.
So they looked at each other, and finally Zulong thought for a while and said to the tree hole:
"Zhu Ming, don't you want to kill Qi Yun Shen?"
"Clap!"
The tree hole quickly opened and a dragon head popped out.
"Emperor, tell me in detail!"
Haha, this kid finally came out.
Zulong said calmly, "But you have to think carefully. Once the God of Luck dies, this world will no longer be under our control."
The concept of luck is really frightening, even great gods like them are not very willing to mention it.
This is another secret, and few innate gods know the reason.
"Qiyun was originally composed of two great gods, one is the God of Luck, and the other is the God of Fortune."
"The God of Luck has died, and only fate is left. However, fate is not controlled by the God of Luck, but by..."
He took off the Chaos Pearl from his head, and a river was visible inside it.
"This is the God of Luck, and I have always sealed him in the Chaos Pearl."
"Have you thought about it?"
"This god must die?"
Chen Zhu said very seriously: "If He doesn't die, such an infinite calamity will definitely appear again next time!"
He was not an alarmist. Without luck, he would not be able to suppress the development of a clan.
“Emperor, if you had listened to me earlier, we wouldn’t be the only ones left in our dragon clan.”
Look, the dragon clan that was once extremely prosperous in the ancient times, now only has their Jingzhe Mansion, except for Qiantian, Qinglong, and half of the Nine-headed Dragon Ancestor.
How is this different from genocide?
How is this any different from when ten thousand Jiejiao immortals came to pay homage and only three or two were left? It's no exaggeration to say that it was a disastrous defeat.
"Then He deserves to die."
Shi Qilin agreed with Chen Zhu's statement, but he didn't support it very much because he was not the owner of the Chaos Pearl.
"The Chaos Pearl would be difficult to control without the God of Luck."
Yuan Feng explained Zulong's dilemma: "Sacrifice God, you don't know that anything related to chaos, we innate creatures have to pay a price if we want to use it."
"That's the case with Lord Luohou's God-killing Spear, and even more so with this Primal Chaos Pearl. If it weren't for Lord Yung Dao to bear the price, Fellow Daoist Zulong would be next."
Chen Zhu only found out about this now. No wonder Zulong was so weak even though he had the Chaos Treasure in his hand.
But Zulong still opened the Chaos Pearl and took out the God of Luck from it.
"Zulong, you finally let me out."
The God of Fortune looked around and was immediately shocked.
“So many ways?”
Luck, luck, the God of Luck can move the laws of nature. Although the ancient world is in ruins and has almost nothing, the laws of nature are unprecedentedly rich.
With so many laws, the God of Luck will quickly become one of the most terrifying gods.
But just after a moment of joy, the God of Destiny realized something was wrong. All the ancestors were around him, staring at him eagerly.
There is even a little dragon wearing a large and ugly mask, and the atmosphere is full of murderous intent.
"Do it."
Zulong raised his hand and suppressed it with the laws of Tao. The next moment, all the gods responded in unison. Along with the screams of the God of Luck, Chen Zhu also went up and kicked him twice.
Finally, luck began to scatter between heaven and earth.
Chen Zhu's heart moved, but he didn't say it out loud.
The gods frowned slightly and did not feel the so-called luck.
Chen Zhu smiled and changed the subject: "Everyone, since the god has been killed, who do you want me to resurrect now?"
"Of course, they are the innate gods of the three tribes who died, as well as my friends, as many innate gods as possible."
Yuan Feng said to Chen Zhu, "Thank you, High Priest."
"Forehead……"
Chen Zhu looked at Him in disbelief: "Do you think resurrecting an innate god is like eating and drinking water?"
He couldn't believe it: "If it was really that simple, why would I hide?"
"Whatever you need, just tell me."
Zulong said, "We will fully cooperate with you."
The primitive world is too vast, with the chaotic energy and the innate energy mixed together. If they were the innate gods, wouldn’t they be exhausted to death?
"Let's revive the Earth Ancestor first."
The Dream God came to Chen Zhu and said, "I owe you a treasure."
Nothing owed is convincing.
Chen Zhu knew it very well. He said with embarrassment: "Actually, this matter is neither simple nor complicated. It is not difficult to say it is troublesome."
"Speak directly."
Dapeng's voice became colder: "High Priest, we have completed your request!"
"Is this a request? I am doing this for the good of all three tribes!"
Chen Zhu was not polite either: "Don't force me. My ancestor is still alive. I am the only one left. You better be careful!"
Zulong's mouth curled up slightly...
The ancestor of Zhulong emerged as a rising star during this endless calamity, causing the innate gods to suffer a great loss.
Now, Zhulongzu holds the hand of the Time Demon, making it even more difficult to deal with him.
And the tree behind the Candle Dragon in front of me...
Don’t be fooled by the seemingly ordinary willow tree in front of you. In fact, if it weren’t for this willow tree, the evil spirits would have been able to escape.
When they thought of this, they still kept silent, not knowing that Zhulong Zu had actually died long ago.
Chen Zhu was completely exaggerating. He said to them carelessly:
"You can also think about how I pulled the God of Order out before."
"We must make contributions to the world, and all spirits will be grateful and naturally sincere."
"Now that I have the lead, I can pave the way with sacrifices and invite them to return."
These words immediately made the gods feel troubled.
You have to know that those innate gods are very selfish. What contribution have they made?
There is one more thing besides that.
"Wan Ling, where is Wan Ling now?"
"The entire prehistoric world is now lifeless. Where can we find all the spirits?"
The Dream God had the ugliest expression. Could it be that the Earth Ancestor would never come back?
Qingying walked quietly to Qing Lao's side. This matter had nothing to do with her anymore, and the gods would not pay attention to her.
But when she saw the innate gods questioning Zhulong, she couldn't help but speak out of anger.
"If there are no spirits, wouldn't it be better if heaven and earth gave birth to spirits?"
"Or you can develop your own tribe. You are making things so difficult for Zhu Ming. Will he turn a million spirits into something for you?"
You are worthy of being my good sister, but aren’t you a little too harsh?
Chen Zhu forced a smile and said, "Everyone, please don't mind my sister being outspoken."
He observed everyone's reactions and found that no one took Qingying's rudeness to heart, and some even thought about it seriously.
"That's right. We can wait for the spirits to reappear and rebuild the altar for them."
"Yes."
Yuan Feng also nodded in agreement: "Now that countless calamities have passed, the world has changed drastically, and it is precisely because we need some time to adapt."
They said to Chen Zhu, "Then we should take a break from offering sacrifices to the gods and wait for the spirits to grow again."
There is a wood path between heaven and earth, and trees will naturally appear, it is just a matter of time. There is a life path between heaven and earth, and living beings will also appear.
Then, the innate gods slowly left again, and Chen Zhu immediately turned around and looked at Qingying.
"Sister, you are crazy, those are great gods!"
"Can a great god bully a dragon?"
Qing Ying felt unfair towards Chen Zhu: "Don't you still have the support of Zhu Long Zu? He is so powerful and has a good relationship with you, why do they have the right to speak in that tone?"
"My aunt, my Candle Dragon Ancestor..."
Chen Zhu was speechless. He couldn't say that Zhu Long Zu was himself, right? If so, he would be dead.
The power of the lead flower has been used up, and it is really impossible to squeeze out even a little more, otherwise he would have wanted to hit Zulong.
"Forget it, forget it. Sister, please do me a favor and organize all the dragons in Jingzhe Mansion to come. I need to create a time difference."
Finally, the God of Luck has been resurrected!
Chen Zhu entered the willow tree and saw doors everywhere. Taohou must be familiar with them, as these doors led to various places in the prehistoric world.
Too many innate gods died, and Chen Zhu came to a hill.
This hill is also strange. It is surrounded by water on three sides. There is a stalagmite growing halfway up the mountain, like a pillar supporting the sky.
There is a fragment on the stone pillar.
This place is where the innate god Yangshen died.
Chen Zhu collected the fragments and went to another place. Here was the horizon, where white clouds clustered together, avoiding the chaotic energy that would appear from time to time.
There is also a fragment in the white clouds.
When it was evening, Chen Zhu hid in a tree hole and carefully used the Xirang as an adhesive to piece together the fragments, turning them into the shape of the innate spiritual treasure Taiping Libra.
This magical treasure was broken and completely lost the ability to bear the weight of the ancient world.
But these fragments are gifts from Chen Zhu to Taoist Taiping. When he is resurrected and sees them, he will surely be overjoyed, right?
The fragments are stained with the aura of almost all the laws of the ancient times. Unfortunately, it is not all of them. The rest still needs to be fought for by Taoist Taiping himself.
"Candlelight!"
After Chen Zhu stared at the scale in a trance for several hours, Qingying's voice was heard outside.
"Zhu Ming, all the dragons are here."
"I'm waiting!"
He stood up and walked outside, and sure enough, he saw that all the dragons in Jingzhe Mansion had arrived.
They were arranged in an orderly manner, and included not only the dragon clan, but also the frog clan who mined in Shoushan like cattle and horses, the Taotie clan, the Panfeng clan, the Yiling clan, and so on.
"My lord, what can I do for you?"
Chu Gua asked first: "Does our dragon clan have any orders?"
"Yes, please try to go out as little as possible from now on. After this infinite calamity, we need to build a shrine for the innate god of the average calamity."
Chen Zhu took out the tray of the Taiping Scale from the tree hole, and used Xirang to create a clay statue on the outside.
The clay figure had seven orifices but no face, and did not look like any god.
"I hope you will worship day and night, worship each dragon once in the morning and once in the evening."
Chen Zhu instructed them one by one and spread the word of this existence, saying that with him, perhaps the innate gods would be able to come back earlier.
When everyone took a closer look, they discovered that there were various principles of Tao within the clay statue, which was indeed the appearance of the innate gods.
"My Lord, just give us your orders and we will do as we are told!"
The dragons immediately became lively and began to burn incense.
Qingying quietly asked Chen Zhu: "Who is this clay statue?"
"Who else could it be? Taoist Taiping. Sister Qingying, let me tell you, now that the innate principles have almost dispersed, this is the best time to practice. Just wait, I will find some good things for you."
Chen Zhu plans to go find Master Tongtian again. The Great Luo Mirage Ancestor was beheaded last time, so he should have been reborn this time, right?
After all, so much time has passed.
"Then I wait for you."
Qingying also knew that what Chen Zhu said was right. Now that all the innate gods are dead, everyone can comprehend the Tao. It is simply the best era in history.
By this calculation, she can be considered a great figure who has lived through countless calamities.
Qingying was in a good mood, so he walked back with a brisk pace.
"what?"
Qingying frowned: "Jinwu, what are you doing?"
Jin Wu was standing at her door, having been waiting there for quite some time.
"Sister Qingying, I want to ask, can Brother Wuchou be resurrected?"
She seemed a little nervous: "The high priest said that we need the faith of all spirits to guide us. If I divide my own essence now, do I only need 10,000 dragons, or do I need 10,000 kinds of dragons?"
She definitely couldn't let go of Jin Wuchou, so she asked in a tactful way.
Qingying's expression froze: "You have become much weaker. Have you divided ten thousand dragons?"
"Yes."
Jin Wu did not refute: "Since I have cultivated the Sun Energy, my source has increased, and I can differentiate so many."
"you are silly."
Qingying hugged her and said, "How can ten thousand dragons be enough? Don't worry, Jin Wuchou also died for Honghuang, and he is also a dragon of our Jingzhe Mansion. Zhuming will definitely be resurrected, so don't worry."
She said to Jin Wu: "You'd better practice hard. If Jin Wuchou is resurrected, he will definitely be weak, and he will need your protection then."
Jin Wu was reluctantly persuaded to leave, but Chen Zhu had already stepped onto the Guanghe River again.
"Master! Master!"
Zhulong cheered and jumped for joy, rolling around in the Sanxing Cave. He was as happy as he could be!
"Master, what a great event!"
He couldn't wait to find Master Bodhi to share the news of victory, and described his own cleverness and wit in vivid detail!
"You boy, good, good, good, you are worthy of being my disciple taught by Bodhi!"
Patriarch Bodhi laughed and said, "When you go out in the future, remember to say my name, Bodhi."
"Of course, Master. What about my fellow apprentices? I must tell them this story!"
After all, Chen Zhu couldn't help wanting to show off, but it was a pity that his fellow apprentices were not around.
"I don't know which world he went to fool around in."
Patriarch Bodhi was helpless, “Karl is still here, but he is in seclusion.”
"what……"
Chen Zhu felt sorry, very sorry.
But he took something in his hand slyly and smiled at Patriarch Bodhi.
"Master, guess what's in my hand?"
In your hand?
Patriarch Bodhi shook his head, thinking that this was most likely a gift brought to him by Zhuming.
Every time the little dragon came, he would bring something, which made other saints envious.
"Boy, you just went through an infinite calamity. I'm afraid this is the spoils obtained from the evil gods?"
Patriarch Bodhi said this casually, and when he saw Chen Zhu's face fall, he knew that he had guessed right.
What's in Xiaolong's mind is written on his face.
Chen Zhu had no choice but to spread out the dragon claw, revealing a crystal clear red crystal.
He took out a drop of the blood of the chaotic gods and demons and wanted to give it to Patriarch Bodhi.
Patriarch Bodhi looked at the essence and blood with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
This was something he had never heard of or seen before.
But in the end, the master still shook his head and did not accept it.
"Take it back."
"what?"
Chen Zhu was puzzled: "Why, Master? This is a good thing. I worked so hard to get it!"
“You can’t see it because you don’t have a deep understanding of the Tao.”
Patriarch Bodhi shook his head and looked away: "This has been marked with your mark, only you can use it."
"mark?"
Chen Zhu looked carefully but did not find any so-called mark.
That’s right, after all, it was given to him by Father God Pangu.
"Come, let me teach you how to use it. This drop of blood can be considered clean, enough to make up for your innate deficiency."
Patriarch Bodhi asked Chen Zhu to place his essence and blood between his eyebrows and use Qi to guide them.
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhu placed his blood and essence on his forehead, and the next second, the blood and essence dissolved like water.
The essence and blood merged with his own blood!
"When you go back, use this technique."
Patriarch Bodhi carved a book for Chen Zhu: "Eight Nine Mysterious Skills" and instructed:
"My world is no longer able to sustain your cultivation, but this method is enough to open up a future of endless possibilities for you."
Chen Zhu was in a state of turmoil: "Master, you helped me again!"
Otherwise, he would not have done anything else except consuming the essence and blood.
"What is this about us, the master and the disciple?"
Patriarch Bodhi laughed, chatted with Chen Zhu for a while, and then handed him a copy of "New Edition of the Way of Illusion".
"This kind of small thing is readily available to my master. The Great Luo Mirage Ancestor has not yet been resurrected. You can just take it."
He watched Zhulong leave with a loving look on his face. When he turned around and was about to sit down again, he found a leaf on the table.
This is……
Patriarch Bodhi picked it up gently and saw endless space inside the leaf. It was the leaf of the innate Sky-heart Willow, the one with the authority over space.
This kid... hehe.
(End of this chapter)