If someone told you that as long as you crossed the Amazon jungle and came out alive, you would be promoted to Bill Gates' vice president, share hundreds of billions of dollars with you and even be given the power to do whatever you want, would you go
Moreover, along the way, the top leaders will give you cheats, provide you with bulletproof vests, ammunition, and even medical supplements. Will you go
Russell knew very well that he had no way out now. Goddess Meng Po, one of the Four Heavenly Gods, had given him a hint that the Lord of Heaven, the Emperor, also wanted to cultivate an Emperor of the Underworld to stand on his side. As long as he was not eyeing his position, he could turn a blind eye to anything.
It is always better to cultivate one yourself than to have someone who suddenly appears and may even resist him.
He took the pagoda away, and the contact person this time was still Nezha. Russell clearly felt that his attitude was a little strange. It was obvious that Nezha had obtained some information and more or less knew his identity.
Russell looked at Nezha awkwardly for a long time, and finally he put his arm around Russell's shoulders, raised his trident, and said that he owed him a favor and would go through fire and water for him if he could be of use in the future.
He left...
Russell silently watched Nezha's departing figure and couldn't help but smile. He could feel that Nezha was speaking against his will. Perhaps Nezha hated doing this, but Nezha was no longer the Nezha who cut off his bones to repay his father and cut off his flesh to repay his mother. He now had a family and relatives in the heaven. His brother even took over the throne of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King. In the end, he had become the person he hated back then.
Aren’t all people in this world like this
Unless you become Daluo and jump out of the long river, how can you have the so-called great freedom and great ease
"General Zhong, do you think I have a chance to become a Daluo?"
General Zhong opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. If he said there was a chance, it would seem like flattery. There were so many billions of living beings in the world of cultivation, and how many of them could become Daluo
To say that there is no chance is simply an insult to the name of the Netherworld Emperor. The Netherworld Emperor is above the Ten Kings of Hell and second only to the Emperor of Heaven. Naturally, his strength far exceeds that of Daluo, and he may even be the god with the greatest hope of reaching the level of Three Purities.
This... How should I put it...
"Hahaha, never mind. I won't make it difficult for you!"
Russell laughed loudly and his whole body turned into a rainbow and flew towards the Flower-Fruit Mountain, while Sun Wukong and the Little King of Hell were on the top of the mountain.
Seeing him coming, the little king of hell was very happy, "Russell, you are finally here! I hate this dead monkey the most. He just practices all day long. It's so annoying!"
God has no idea how terrified her life is when she lives with this monkey, the source of her inner demon.
Russell reached out his hand to comfort her, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart. He estimated that within a few hundred years, the two of them would no longer be friends.
One is the successor prepared by the Ten Kings of Hell, who wants to establish his own regime, control his own ghost soldiers, and only obey orders but not decrees.
The Emperor of Heaven can tolerate it because he is in charge of the Heavenly Palace and there are too many worlds. The Ten Kings of Hell are just small princes to him and are not worth worrying about.
But Russell couldn't bear it, because he only had the underworld.
After comforting the little King of Hell a little, Russell looked at Sun Wukong and couldn't help but ask a question that he was curious about.
"Great Sage, are you Daluo?"
The little King of Hell stopped talking immediately. Although she was a little afraid of ghosts, she was not a fool. She had heard about how powerful Daluo was.
Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
"yes!"
"Then are Erlang Sheng Shen Zhenjun and Li's third prince Nezha Daluo?"
"No! They will probably never become Daluo."
"I see."
The conversation between the two seemed confusing and outsiders were confused, but only the two of them understood what they were saying.
As the protagonist of the last catastrophe, Sun Wukong spoke of the benefits he had gained, and was ranked among the Buddhas of Buddhism and became Daluo.
This news is enough...
"It seems someone has already told you. I won't hide it from you. I don't know Maoshan. I don't even know who the founder of Maoshan is. Maybe I have heard of him, maybe I haven't."
This is the arrogance of Sun Wukong. After becoming Daluo, as long as he does not compete with others at the same level, he can look down on all the immortals, be immortal, not be affected by the three disasters, and not be affected by the five difficulties. He will not bow to Tathagata or the Jade Emperor.
"I am helping you now just to establish a good relationship with you. If I can achieve the Great Dao in the future, I hope you can help me."
Sun Wukong pointed his finger, and the western demon with red eyes and goat horns that was originally hidden in Russell's soul space emerged. "Some of these western guys have already defected to the netherworld. The great calamity is about to come."
"The Netherworld has the Yang Ghost Seal, and you have the Yin Ghost Seal. Both of you have the final qualification to become the Netherworld Emperor."
"Those who have defected to the Netherworld will definitely stop you. We have also arranged undercover agents in the Netherworld to stop those who possess the Yang Gui Seal."
"There are still some people who are wavering and choose to sit on the sidelines. For them, the catastrophe will have very little impact on them."
The fall of a dynasty is a very serious matter for the royal family, but for the aristocratic families and powerful clans, they can bet on it or not.
Russell nodded. The more people willing to support him, the better. Only a fool would push people away. No matter how unreasonable the promises were, he would have to wait until he reached that position.
Without reaching that point, all promises are false.
"Come on, come on, tell me what you can do. Your strength is still too low!"
"I know some Taoist magic, Taotie magic, some spells, I can summon thunder, I can..."
"You are so long-winded and fancy." Sun Wukong waved his hands. These things were too weak. Taotie's magical power was considered the best in the eyes of ordinary people, but it was no longer effective now. It was wiped out by the human race and the whole clan was almost exterminated. "Are there any others?"
"I also know the Six Dings and Six Jias protective spell, which can summon the Six Dings and Six Jias from the sky to protect me."
"Six Ding and Six Jia?"
Sun Wukong tilted his head, thought carefully, and asked uncertainly, "Are they the group of hairy gods that I knocked down with my stick?"
Russell: …
"Anything else? Anything else? Too weak, too weak..."
"I also know the Pure Yang Sword Scripture of Lü Dongbin, the leader of the Eight Immortals."
"Oh, the one playing with swords, the junior of Heaven, what's the point of this?"
The famous Eight Immortals were just juniors in the eyes of Sun Wukong. Not to mention that he became a Buddha, even the strength he had when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace was no match for them.
Russell: …
"I see that you have practiced the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art quite well, and have barely reached the third level. I guess you don't have the training methods for the following levels, so I will just pass it on to you."
"I also know the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques, the Seventy-Two Earthly Evil Transformations, the Vajra Indestructible Body, the Somersault Cloud, and the Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils. As for the Buddhist techniques, I will not pass them on to you. I guess you don't want to join the Buddhist sect either."
"I guess you don't have any weapons. Go to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and tell me my name. The Dragon King will definitely find a way to get you a weapon. I heard that there is a Dinghai Shenzhen in each of the four seas. I guess you must be very rich."
"Tell the old Dragon King of the East Sea to be less shabby and get you a full set of clothes, including leather armor and a crown. I think they will be very happy with it."
"I still have a dozen thousand-year-old peaches, which I got from the Queen Mother, and three ginseng fruits, which I got from the immortal Zhenyuanzi. These are just for me to relieve my fatigue, and you took them all."
Gulu…
This Sun Wukong is really easy to get along with!
He really gives good things away!
ps: Four thousand seven hundred words today.
Some people say that the turning point is too fast, and they specially explain the reason in a chapter. In the world of the East, there are too many calculations.
I would also like to recommend my new book "To and From Uncle Nine's World". I have already written 80,000 words, which is quite good. You can take a look at it. This book will not be updated too quickly.
Chapter 563: Borrowing Treasures from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea