Chapter 137: Going Back on One's Word, Friend Ming He Appears

Although Zhunti was strong in words, that seven-colored divine light eventually dissipated above the Mosquito Daoist's head and did not hit the Mosquito Daoist.

The Mosquito Daoist saw Zhunti stop and knew his threat had worked, his heart settling slightly, and he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, "Zhunti! As long as you promise to spare my life, I will immediately return this three-grade Merit Jin Lian to you. And from now on, I will never go against the Buddhist Sect again!"

Zhunti felt even more enraged upon hearing this.

This damned mosquito, provoking him again and again, and still daring to negotiate terms with him?

However, although his heart was surging with rage, he had no choice but to agree to the Mosquito Daoist first.

"Good, I promise you."

Zhunti looked at the Mosquito Daoist and said, "As long as you hand over the Jin Lian, I will spare your life."

He agreed crisply and neatly in words, but was sneering in his heart.

"Promise?" What meaning did this thing have for him, Zhunti?

His reputation in the Primordial World had long since been ruined, so he did not care about adding the label of a backtracker to his name.

First trick the Jin Lian over, then slap the Mosquito Daoist to death; only then could his Dao heart be clear.

The Mosquito Daoist heard Zhunti agree so readily, and his heart skipped a beat, becoming somewhat distrustful.

He said hesitantly, "Words are not proof, you must swear!"

"Presumptuous!" Zhunti's expression sank, "I am a Saint, my words are as valuable as gold and jade, how could I trick you?"

The Mosquito Daoist listened to Zhunti say this and struggled for a while.

In the end, he still opened his mouth, spat out the three-grade Merit Jin Lian he had just swallowed, and sent it flying toward Zhunti.

Qian Ti Shengren saw this, waved his large sleeve, and took the three-grade Merit Jin Lian into his sleeve.

The Mosquito Daoist watched this scene and turned to run.

However, just as he moved, Zhunti's voice came from behind again.

"Evil obstacle, now you can go on your way with peace of mind."

He turned his head violently, only to see Qian Ti Shengren had already raised the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree again.

"Zhunti! You, as a Saint, actually go back on your word, how shameless!"

The Mosquito Daoist let out an angry roar.

Zhunti didn't care about his angry curses, and his actions were even more merciless.

The seven-colored divine light brushed down again!

This time, the Mosquito Daoist had no more trump cards.

He could only watch helplessly as that deadly light drew closer and closer to him.

Just at this moment of life and death.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp and ear-piercing sword chimes suddenly resounded through heaven and earth!

Two blood-colored sword lights carrying sky-high killing intent came from unknown places, tore through the void, arrived later but reached first, and slashed onto that seven-colored divine light!

The blood-colored sword light and the seven-colored divine light collided violently, and the entire sky seemed to be torn apart by these two forces.

Half of the sky above the North Sea was a sea of blood, with killing intent; the other half was bathed in Buddha light, with holy majesty.

That seven-colored divine light, which could brush away anything, was actually forcibly blocked by these two blood-colored sword lights!

And the Mosquito Daoist, who had escaped death, saw those two familiar sword lights and was stunned for a moment, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

His reinforcements had finally arrived!

Zhunti's expression sank in this instant.

His gaze looked at those two blood-colored divine swords suspended in the void, constantly emitting clanging sword chimes.

One sword body was engraved with "Yuan Tu," and the other was engraved with "A Bi."

"Yuan Tu, A Bi..."

Qian Ti Shengren recited the names of these two fierce swords word by word, his expression becoming incomparably solemn.

"Friend Ming He! It's you!"

"Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

As his words faded.

On the distant horizon, a boundless blood cloud was sweeping toward this side at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever that blood cloud passed, the sky was dyed a strange dark red, and the air was permeated with a nauseating smell of blood.

A cold voice came from within that blood cloud.

"Zhunti, long time no see, your face is still as thick as ever."

Before the words had faded, that blood cloud had already arrived nearby.

As the blood cloud rolled, a middle-aged Daoist dressed in blood-colored robes, stepping on a Twelve-Grade Fire-Red Lotus, slowly appeared.

As soon as he appeared, an aura of slaughter, pure to the extreme, enveloped the entire heaven and earth.

That aura was completely different from the Saint's pressure.

The Saint's pressure was high above, the power of the Heavenly Dao, making people feel awe and submission from the depths of their souls.

And this aura of slaughter was the purest destruction and death, the condensation of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, making people feel cold and fearful from their bones.

The person who came was none other than the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, the creator of the Asura clan, one of the top Semi-Sage experts in the Primordial World—Ancestor Friend Ming He!

Kun Peng looked at the appearing Friend Ming He, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He didn't expect that Friend Ming He, this god of slaughter, would actually come.

He subconsciously retreated a distance, deciding to wait and see first.

Neither of these two was easy to provoke; let them fight, it was best he didn't get involved.

The Mosquito Daoist saw Friend Ming He's figure and hurriedly flew over, bowing respectfully.

"Big Brother!"

The Mosquito Daoist actually didn't believe at all that Zhunti would keep his promise.

That tug-of-war just now, with threats and pleas, was all acting; the purpose was only one, and that was to stall for time!

As early as the moment Saint Zhunti descended, he had secretly sent a distress signal to Ancestor Ming He, who came from the same Netherworld Blood Sea and was his "Senior Brother" in name.

Ancestor Friend Ming He glanced at the severely injured and sorry-looking Mosquito Daoist, said nothing, and just nodded slightly.

Then, he turned his gaze to Qian Ti Shengren opposite.

"Zhunti, you are a Saint, your words are as valuable as gold and jade; if you go back on your word, I'm afraid that wouldn't be very good."

"How about we end today's matter here?"

Zhunti heard Friend Ming He's words, his expression was ugly, and his heart was also burning with rage.

But the situation was indeed different now.

Ancestor Friend Ming He was not a Semi-Sage that could be manipulated at will like the Mosquito Daoist.

This guy was born in the Netherworld Blood Sea, transformed from the dirty blood of Pangu, and was born with two supreme innate spiritual treasures—the Yuan Tu and A Bi twin swords.

These two swords did not involve karma when killing, had infinite power, and were top-tier killing weapons.

Later, Friend Ming He even imitated Nuwa in creating humans, using his own essence blood to create the Asura clan; although he failed to become a Saint, he also gained massive Heavenly Dao merit.

He also possessed a top-tier defensive treasure, the Twelve-Grade Fire-Red Lotus.

It could be said that although Ancestor Friend Ming He was not a Saint, in terms of strength and equipment, even if he (Zhunti) descended with his true body, he wouldn't dare say he could stably suppress him.

Not to mention, what he had come with now was only an incarnation.

"Fellow Daoist Friend Ming He, what do you mean by this?"

Zhunti said in a deep voice, "This Mosquito Daoist stole the treasure of my sect, a crime that is heinous, and is a sinner of my Buddhist Sect. You want to protect him today, that is to be an enemy of me and my two brothers!"

He brought out Saint Jie Yin, hoping to make Friend Ming He retreat in the face of difficulties.

However, Friend Ming He didn't buy that.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, you just promised that as long as the Mosquito Daoist handed over the Jin Lian, you would spare his life. You are a Saint, your words are law, you shouldn't do things that are untrustworthy."

Ancestor Friend Ming He waved his hand, and the Yuan Tu and A Bi twin swords flew back into his hands.

He looked at Zhunti, the meaning was very clear: if you don't keep your promise, then let's fight! ===== CHAPTER 138 =====