Chapter 595

Yuanshi shouted angrily at Fengdu.

The vast Saint's pressure, like a galaxy descending, surged over.

However, although Yuanshi's Saint's pressure was terrifying, Fengdu stood by Lin Xia's side, completely fearless, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Yuanshi, what do you want to do? Could it be that you want to attack this seat?"

"Don't say my Master won't agree; if Daoist Houtu finds out, your Chan Sect will also be in big trouble."

Hongyun took a deep look at Fengdu, feeling a bit dumbfounded.

Lin Xia is lawless, but this kid is purely despicable.

It makes people want to slap his big mouth.

If he weren't Lin Xia's disciple, he would have been beaten to death by others long ago just for his bizarre style.

Yuanshi took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and looked at Hongyun, saying:

"Hongyun, just say it clearly: what will it take for you to return Randeng's Primordial Spirit?"

It would have been fine if you were this straightforward earlier. Hongyun said slowly:

"Just take out a few dozen top-grade innate magic treasures, and that will be fine."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar.

The mouths of the various Honghuang great powers who were watching twitched fiercely.

A few dozen top-grade innate magic treasures—do you really think top-grade innate magic treasures are Chinese cabbage?

Is this really the "good guy" Hongyun? When did he become so shameless?

Wait, this style of looting during a fire—why is it so familiar?

After glancing at Lin Xia, the many Honghuang great powers realized.

It seems that even honest people have times when they learn to be bad.

Hanging out with Lin Xia, Hongyun has indeed learned a lot.

Yuanshi's face also became extremely ugly, and he said angrily:

"Are you joking? Even your Renjiao Sect likely cannot take out a few dozen top-grade innate magic treasures."

"That's not necessarily true."

Hongyun said leisurely.

"Since you can't take them out, Randeng will have to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

After finishing, he was about to hand Randeng's Primordial Spirit to Fengdu.

Yuanshi's expression was uncertain; he stared fiercely at Hongyun, gritted his teeth, and said:

"One high-grade innate magic treasure."

Ever since the last time Mount Kunlun was looted by Lin Xia, the Chan Sect had long been penniless.

What remained were only some magic treasures.

But even for him, how many could there be? Innate magic treasures have a fixed number in the Honghuang world.

"One? Are you sending away a beggar?"

Hongyun said lightly:

"The dignified Chan Sect can only take out one high-grade innate magic treasure? This seat does not believe it."

"Two."

Yuanshi said with some heartache:

"Any more, and it is absolutely impossible."

Hongyun looked at Yuanshi, knowing that this was already the other party's bottom line, and nodded, saying:

"Since Fellow Daoist Yuanshi is so sincere."

"Then this seat will be kind and return Randeng to you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a red light surged.

What was wrapped in the red light was Randeng's Primordial Spirit.

However, under the pressure of the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, it was already broken.

Even if he could reshape his physical body, he would inevitably suffer a drop in realm and a great loss of strength.

Yuanshi's face was gloomy, black enough to drip water; he unwillingly handed over the two high-grade innate magic treasures.

Then he put away Randeng's Primordial Spirit and headed towards Mount Kunlun.

Seeing Yuanshi leave, Laozi did not dare to stay long and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lin Xia.

"Nüwa's soul has been returned; what else do you want to do?"

Laozi said with an ugly expression.

"Yuanshi has already paid the price for this, but your plotting against the human race has not yet been settled."

Lin Xia said lightly.

"Why? This seat has never taken action."

Laozi looked at Lin Xia and shouted angrily.

"But you participated in this matter after all."

Lin Xia said lightly, radiating a powerful dignity that could not be questioned.

Laozi was helpless and had to take out a high-grade innate magic treasure.

Then he looked at Lin Xia and Hongyun with hatred, turned around, and left.

This time, it was truly "stealing a chicken only to lose the rice."

He wanted to save Yuanshi, but didn't expect to get himself involved as well.

All dignity was lost, and he also lost an innate magic treasure.

It was simply a bloody loss!

Many great powers thought that the matter had come to an end, but they didn't expect Lin Xia's gaze to look towards the West.

"Jieyin, Zhunti, you don't think you can stay out of this just by not showing up, do you?"

The Great Dao sound transmission resounded through the endless space.

The various great powers were somewhat surprised.

Lin Xia was actually going to settle old scores with the two Western Saints.

But without evidence, how could the two Western Saints easily surrender?

Jieyin and Zhunti, who were watching, were shocked in their hearts; they didn't expect Lin Xia to suddenly aim his spear at the West.

"Little Friend Lin Xia, this matter has nothing to do with my West."

Jieyin said with some indignation.

"You cannot just listen to one side of the story."

"Is that so?"

Lin Xia said coldly.

"Not long ago, you joined forces with Laozi and Yuanshi to plot; do you really think I don't know?"

A vast Saint's might descended upon the West.

The protective formation of the Western Sect trembled crazily, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Jieyin and Zhunti couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Since Lin Xia could suppress Laozi across the endless void just now, he could naturally handle the two of them as well.

Helpless, Jieyin had to take out a high-grade innate spiritual root.

He felt immense heartache, as if he had been cut by a knife.

The West was already extremely barren.

Ever since Lin Xia looted Mount Sumeru last time, the accumulations they had swindled from all sides were completely gone.

Now the two of them were simply penniless, proper poor wretches.

This high-grade innate spiritual root was something he had painstakingly searched for while traveling the Honghuang world not long ago.

Before it was even warm, it was extorted away again.

Not to mention how heartbroken he was.

"Not bad. In view of your sincerity, this matter is settled."

Lin Xia put away the spiritual root.

A high-grade innate spiritual root—although he didn't think much of it, even a mosquito is meat, no matter how small.