Chapter 1033

Once again following the demonic seed power, it surged over aggressively.

At this moment, Zhebie had suffered a minor injury due to lack of caution.

Chilaowen had even taken two waves of offensives, and it was the moment when new strength had not yet been generated and old strength had already vanished.

Wanting to block it, both of them were at a loss.

"What to do? Chilaowen..."

Zhebie saw this offensive and could not help but turn pale, no longer having time to ask what kind of ghost thing this was.

Chilaowen's expression was bleak, and he could only transmit via sound,

"Sigh, I have already done my best, I fear I cannot protect Meng Chixing, let's stop!"

At this moment, Chilaowen knew that although he was a Heavenly Dao Gold List level expert, he was not truly a human myth.

At least in front of this force, he could only suffer defeat again and again.

"This..."

Zhebie heard this, and although he felt helpless, he was not unwilling.

Anyway, although Meng Chixing was a Great Yuan tribute, he did not have much friendship with Zhebie.

After a slight hesitation, he prepared to withdraw his power and run.

"Don't! Two Generals, don't abandon this one..."

Although Meng Chixing had not faced the impact of this peculiar force directly, the core of the battlefield was not far from his Niwan Palace.

Every ripple of the impact made his spirit sway, almost causing him to faint.

His heart was already terrified, knowing that if not for Zhebie and Chilaowen acting, he would definitely have had no chance of survival this time.

Seeing the third wave of the offensive sweeping over, Zhebie actually withdrew his palm.

He was sharp-minded and immediately guessed that Zhebie was prepared to let him die.

Regardless of his dignity, he directly wailed and begged.

Although Zhebie felt quite unbearable, he did not want to let his own injuries worsen for Meng Chixing.

Therefore, he hardened his heart and directly withdrew his palm.

Chilaowen sighed secretly, feeling bleak in his heart.

Just as the two withdrew their hands and Meng Chixing was about to be submerged by that peculiar force,

"Idiots, blast that Tianxian Star into slag, and you will naturally be able to protect this waste."

From the flat ground, a voice that was quite arrogant but also felt somewhat familiar to Zhebie suddenly rang out.

Zhebie's first reaction was not to blast Tianxian Star, but rather to ponder.

This person spoke abruptly, clearly close at hand.

Yet he and Chilaowen had not noticed it at all; this person's cultivation must be far above the two of them!

Who exactly is this person?

Just as he was pondering, Chilaowen did not care about anything else and directly struck with a palm, carrying boundless gang energy, blasting toward the dazed Tianxian Star.

Where could Tianxian Star withstand the gang wind?

He directly turned into a pile of ashes under this gang wind.

It was also strange to say, after Tianxian Star was completely extinguished from the world, that peculiar force truly disappeared abruptly in front of Meng Chixing's Niwan Palace.

Yet it did not leave behind even a trace.

It was as if it had never existed.

"Huhu..."

Meng Chixing was saved and could not help but relax his legs, and a hot stream flowed down from his legs.

Subsequently, his legs went limp, and he sat directly on the grass.

This generation of talented experts was actually scared into peeing...

"So close..."

Chilaowen was both shocked and curious.

This force that left such a deep impression and deep hatred on him actually just disappeared like this?

He felt even more curiosity toward the person who spoke.

This person's cultivation was definitely far above his and Zhebie's.

"So it is Master Changsheng who has arrived! Zhebie pays respects to the Protector Dharma Master."

Zhebie thought deeply and finally remembered who the person was.

It was precisely the Great Yuan's Protector Dharma Master, the God of Immortality who was scared away by Wu Wudi during the Tang-Yuan War!

At this moment, although he did not know where the God of Immortality was, he still bowed respectfully toward the void.

Chilaowen naturally had also heard of the great name of the God of Immortality, and hearing that it was this legendary figure who had arrived,

he felt both understanding and quite respectful.

He bowed together with Zhebie, also saying, "Chilaowen pays respects to the Protector Dharma Master."

A figure suddenly appeared in the direction Zhebie bowed; was it not the God of Immortality?

At this moment, the God of Immortality was still dressed as a monk.

From head to toe, apart from a monk's robe, there were no other ornaments.

Receiving their bow, the God of Immortality lifted his hands in the air.

A gentle force appeared beneath the two.

Subsequently, the two stood straight involuntarily.

"Alright, two Generals, no need for such formalities."

"Meng Chixing kowtows to thank the Protector Dharma Master for the grace of saving my life.

From now on, Meng Chixing is the Dharma Master's loyal believer, and will only follow the Dharma Master's lead."

At this moment, Meng Chixing, who had been overly frightened, finally reacted.

He turned over and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

The words he said made Zhebie and Chilaowen's expressions change greatly.

What is this?

You, a Great Yuan tribute, actually only follow the God of Immortality?

Does this mean you won't be a Great Yuan tribute in the future?

And go be a house slave for this God of Immortality?

Even if this General was just prepared to abandon you, you actually dare to do this; doesn't this lose the face of the Great Yuan, and where does it put this General?

Zhebie heard Meng Chixing's words and was so angry his teeth itched.

But because the God of Immortality was present, he dared not show any abnormality on his face.

"Alright, you get up too!"

The God of Immortality had no sorrow or joy on his face and used another gentle force to help Meng Chixing up.

Meng Chixing had escaped death this time and truly had some resentment toward Zhebie in his heart.

Therefore, after getting up, he actually came directly to the God of Immortality's side, looking like he wanted to be a servant to this Buddha on earth.

He did not want to, because of his loss of composure just now, he was emitting a strong smell of urine.

Even though the God of Immortality was without sorrow or joy, he could not help but frown and cover his nose,

"Alright, alright, you go clean yourself up first, what kind of decorum is this."

"Yes!"

Meng Chixing's face turned red, knowing he had lost face greatly this time.

But thinking that if he could climb onto the high branch of the God of Immortality, it could be considered a blessing in disguise.

He obediently retreated, unfolded his movement technique, and went to find a water source to clean up.

After Meng Chixing retreated, Zhebie's heart was filled with thousands of thoughts.

Chilaowen could not care about anything else, stepped forward, put his hands together, bowed to the God of Immortality, and then said,

"May I ask the Dharma Master, what exactly was that force?"

This was the place Chilaowen found most strange.

Clearly, whether it was Duan Tianya, Zhu Wushi, or even this Tianxian Star, one by one, none were his match.