Chapter 138: Zhunti Retreats, Kun Peng Suffers Heavy Losses

Above the North Sea, one side was the interweaving of Buddha light and Saint majesty, and the other side was the sea of blood and sky-high killing intent.

Two great experts standing at the very top of the Three Realms stood in opposition from afar.

Zhunti's expression had reached the extreme of ugliness.

He stared fixedly at Friend Ming He, the light of the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree in his hand flickering uncertainly.

He knew clearly himself that if they really fought, this incarnation of his might not be Friend Ming He's opponent.

This guy Friend Ming He, holding Yuan Tu and A Bi, stepping on the Fire-Red Lotus, was both offensive and defensive, with almost no weaknesses.

And this incarnation of his could at most exert 50% of his true self's strength; if they really fought, the possibility of losing was greater.

By then, not only would he fail to kill the Mosquito Daoist, but even this incarnation of his would be folded here; that would truly be trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice, and he would lose all face.

But if he didn't fight and just slunk away...

Where would his face as a Saint be?

If he retreated today, tomorrow the entire Primordial Three Realms would spread the news that he, Qian Ti Shengren, was scared away by a single sentence from Friend Ming He.

"Friend Ming He, do you really want to tear your face off with me completely for the sake of the Mosquito Daoist?"

Friend Ming He Daoist heard this, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.

"Tear my face off? Zhunti, when have you and I ever had a face?"

"Besides, the Mosquito Daoist came from the same Blood Sea as me, and we are of the same branch; we should help each other."

Friend Ming He said, his eyes glancing at Kun Peng, who was watching the show in the distance.

"Fellow Daoist Kun Peng, don't you think this is the principle?"

Kun Peng, suddenly named, cursed Friend Ming He, this old thing, for not being a good person, actually wanting to drag him into the water.

He didn't want to get involved in the struggle between these two madmen.

Kun Peng gave a dry laugh and said with a laugh, "Two fellow Daoists, let's talk nicely, let's talk nicely, why get angry?"

This attitude of his made Zhunti's expression even uglier.

Zhunti knew that counting on Kun Peng to stand on his side was absolutely impossible.

It would be good enough if this guy didn't kick him while he was down.

He took a deep breath, calculating rapidly in his heart.

It was impossible to kill the Mosquito Daoist in this game today.

The three-grade Merit Jin Lian had already been obtained; the main purpose of this trip could be considered achieved.

As for face, if he really lost this incarnation here, that would truly be losing face.

He would record this account today!

When there was an opportunity in the future, he would settle it with Friend Ming He, this old thing, with interest!

Thinking of this, the anger on Zhunti's face gradually subsided.

He glanced at Friend Ming He, then at the Mosquito Daoist hiding behind Friend Ming He, and said coldly, "Good, very good."

"Fellow Daoist Friend Ming He, today, I will give you face."

"I, Zhunti, keep my word; I will spare the Mosquito Daoist's life today. However, I hope he can have such good luck in the future as he does today!"

After saying this, he no longer stayed, and the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree in his hand slashed toward the void.

A space crack appeared, Zhunti's figure flashed, and he stepped into that space crack, disappearing without a trace.

The sky-filling Buddha light and Saint majesty also dissipated accordingly.

With Zhunti's departure, the terrifying pressure that had been pressing on the heads of all living beings in the North Sea finally disappeared.

The North Sea once again restored its past bustle.

The Mosquito Daoist heaved a long sigh of relief; he had finally survived.

He hurriedly bowed deeply to Friend Ming He again.

"Many thanks to Big Brother for saving my life!"

Friend Ming He Daoist glanced at him indifferently and snorted coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that you and I came from the same Blood Sea, I would never have come out to wade into this muddy water today; I hope you will be more peaceful in the future."

Although he was scolding in words, he still waved his hand and shot out a blood light, which entered the Mosquito Daoist's body, helping the Mosquito Daoist stabilize his injuries.

The Mosquito Daoist felt the pure Blood Sea origin power in his body, feeling grateful and tearful, but didn't dare to say anything more, only able to laugh awkwardly.

After dealing with the Mosquito Daoist's matter, Friend Ming He Daoist then cast his gaze toward Kun Peng not far away.

"Fellow Daoist Kun Peng, let's end today's matter here."

Friend Ming He said to Kun Peng in a lukewarm tone.

Kun Peng looked at him, feeling incredibly frustrated in his heart.

The Mosquito Daoist had messed up his Emperor Dong Huang Secret Realm, broken the clue to the Chaos Bell he had planned for countless years, and almost caused him to form a grudge with Qian Ti Shengren, and now he wanted to finish it with a single "end here"?

Kun Peng's heart was burning with rage.

But now he couldn't take action against Friend Ming He, so he could only swallow this bitter pill.

"Fellow Daoist Friend Ming He is right, let's end this matter here."

Kun Peng replied with a fake smile, "Since the matter is settled, I will return."

He didn't want to stay here for even a moment now; seeing these two guys, Friend Ming He and the Mosquito Daoist, made him full of fire.

"Fellow Daoist, please do as you wish." Friend Ming He didn't bother to talk much to him either.

Kun Peng snorted coldly, his figure flickered, and he transformed into a black light, disappearing into the horizon.

"Big Brother, just let that old bird go like this? He wanted to put me to death!" The Mosquito Daoist said somewhat unwillingly.

"Otherwise?" Friend Ming He asked back, "Do you want to keep him here?"

"Alright, less nonsense." Friend Ming He said impatiently, "Follow me back to the Blood Sea; now that the Great Tribulation is approaching, don't come out and cause trouble in the future."

After saying this, he waved his large sleeve, rolled up the Mosquito Daoist, and the Fire-Red Lotus beneath his feet flashed red, and the two also disappeared from the spot instantly.

Thus, this earth-shattering battle triggered by the three-grade Merit Jin Lian, involving three Semi-Sages and one Saint, finally came to an end.

This battle had no true winner.

Although the Mosquito Daoist saved his life, his origin was greatly damaged; without millions of years of bitter cultivation, don't even think about recovering.

Kun Peng lost even more, not only losing the most important secret realm but also offending Qian Ti Shengren for nothing; it could be said that he lost his wife and his army.

The only one who could be considered to have taken a bit of advantage was perhaps Zhunti.

Although he lost a bit of face, he finally got back the three-grade Merit Jin Lian; as long as he fused it with the nine-grade Merit Jin Lian, he would have a chance to recreate the Twelve-Grade Merit Jin Lian, allowing the luck of the Western Sect to reach a higher level. ===== CHAPTER 139 =====