Chapter 118: Killing the Two Corpses, Zhunti is Seriously Injured
The saint lowered his eyes slightly, and seventy-two kinds of divine lights appeared above his head. Thousands of divine lights transformed into the divine sounds of the Great Dao and wandered here, constantly changing their shapes in the Zixiao Palace, explaining the process of the Great Dao from its birth to its destruction.

A circle of light as big as the bright moon appeared behind him, like the beginning of chaos, and also like the initial origin. The faint immortal light illuminated the ten directions of the world, causing all the Taoists to be silent for a moment. Moreover, countless graceful purple airs were flying everywhere, and the purple airs kept twisting like living beings, interpreting one yuan, two qi, three talents, four images, five elements, six harmonies, seven stars, eight trigrams, nine palaces, and ten directions, repeating over and over again, endlessly, never stopping.

This is the miracle of the birth of the world. Only at the creation of the world could one get a glimpse of it. But today, Hongjun has completely interpreted it in the void, allowing the gods to comprehend it freely. This shows that the saint's magic power is so great that he can break free from the constraints of all ways. He truly grasps the great way and is simple-minded.

Even the gods who could not understand Hongjun's Taoist voice listened with great interest, let alone the seven people sitting on the cushions.

Hengming and Laozi were the first to change. The auspicious cloud above Hengming's head, which seemed to be able to carry all the joys and sorrows of all living beings, began to shake constantly, like pouring a bowl of cold water into a hot pot. The boundless power of destiny twisted wildly, and the living beings in the auspicious cloud showed various expressions such as wailing, joy, sadness, and anger from time to time.

The Taoist priest Hongchen sat upright on the ground flower with an expressionless face. A mysterious sky wheel floated faintly behind him. As the sky wheel turned, the boundless destiny descended, interpreting all living beings, from ordinary creatures to immortal gods, and even the Daluo Jinxian who was free from all constraints could not escape the control of fate.

The Taoist in the mortal world quietly recites the scriptures on destiny, and every word he says points directly to the true meaning of destiny and the mysterious truth of the great way.

The already violent force of destiny was stimulated by this and became even more wildly distorted. In the end, it was howling like a tsunami, constantly washing and washing within this acre of auspicious cloud. Even the Fate Map and the Record of Destiny were floating up and down in this tsunami, unable to control themselves. As for the Feng Shui compass and the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, they had been swept away to who knows where.

Within this last acre of celebration cloud, except for the Taoist Hongchen who was sitting on the ground flower with the wheel of destiny floating behind him, still safe and sound, there was no quiet place in the entire celebration cloud. Everywhere was filled with the howling power of destiny, like a strong wind, or more like a rainstorm, which suddenly blew everything upside down and suddenly hit the whole world upside down. The human flowers and the ceiling flowers began to tremble slightly like delicate flowers in a strong wind and rainstorm, and the wind blew the leaves off and the flowers and willows scattered.

Taoist Hongchen suddenly opened his eyes and laughed loudly, "Since you have already been born, why should you hide anymore?"

As the voice of the Taoist Red Dust was heard, a leisurely laugh suddenly came from the ceiling. As the laughter floated, the power of destiny that had been spinning wildly miraculously returned to its calm state. The Record of Destiny still stayed quietly above the ocean of destiny, while the Destiny Chart shook suddenly and turned into a young Taoist wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and holding a Feng Shui compass.

Different from the kind-hearted Taoist in the world, this Taoist had a murderous look on his face. With every move he made, he suppressed the ocean of destiny beneath his feet so that it could not move. There was no longer the momentum that roared across the heavens and earth. Now it was just like a lake, quiet and silent.

Taoist Hongchen asked, "Do you remember any names?"

The young Taoist shook his head and said, "The name is not important, but since you want a name, I will just call myself Wuji Taoist. Wuji gave birth to Taiji, Taiji gave birth to Liangyi, Liangyi gave birth to Sixiang, Sixiang gave birth to Bagua. Wuji is chaos, and I am chaos, which is the manifestation of the beginning of the Great Dao."

Taoist Hongchen praised: "You are chaos, the beginning of the Great Dao; I am Hongchen, the prosperity of the Great Dao. I don't know when the third Taoist friend will be born to solve the doubts in my heart."

Taoist Wuji smiled and said, "How difficult is this? I think it won't be long before I can cut myself out. Only then will I know the name of the third Taoist friend."

Regardless of the conversation between the two people in Hengming Qingyun, the strange phenomena in Laozi Qingyun were equally strong, and even more capricious.

The clouds were steaming, as hot as hot water, and as surging as huge waves. The aura around him was ethereal, like a crane in the clouds, leisurely and contented, but in the next moment it instantly turned into manic, like a violent beast, roaring at the world, no longer quiet and inactive.

But the next moment it turned back to tranquility and naturalness, calm and composed. Suddenly, an old man wearing a Ruyi crown, a light green Danding Taoist robe and holding a purple gold gourd was seen sitting in the Qingyun. Laozi also killed the evil corpse at this moment, which shows that he is worthy of the title of the head of the Three Pure Ones.

Influenced by the aura of Laozi and Hengming, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian also quickly killed the corpse of Shan. After all, each of them was responsible for 10% of the merit of creating the world, so it was easy for them to kill the corpse of Shan, as if they were taking something out of a bag.

But Nuwa was not as lucky as the Three Pure Ones. The goddess of creation had her eyes tightly closed, while the goddess with a human head and a snake body in the cloud of creation opened her arms. Immeasurable spiritual energy like a vast ocean rushed out from the goddess, nourishing thousands of creatures under her tail, showing the true meaning of creation.

Above the flower on the ground, a phantom was floating, seemingly appearing and disappearing, and it was only a hair's breadth away from being born into the world, but in the end it was always just a little bit short, which made Nuwa very uncomfortable.

It should be noted that this is Hongjun's last sermon. He was summoned by the saint, and all the great ways emerged here, showing his own mysterious truth. If he did not seize this opportunity to dispel confusion and comprehend the future path, he would not know how many years he would have to wait to find such a good opportunity in the future. In response to Nuwa's call in her heart, the Queen suddenly jumped out of the Qingyun, raised her head and let out a long roar, and boundless luck descended from the sky. This was not the luck of the demon race, and Nuwa would not absorb this mixed luck, but the luck of Fuxi.

Nuwa and Fuxi were transformed from the first innate yin and yang energy in the prehistoric world. Each of them was mixed with half of the origin of the yin and yang demon god. They were gods connected to each other since innately. Moreover, they were brother and sister, with their destinies connected. But now Nuwa is strong and Fuxi is weak, yin is growing and yang is declining, so Fuxi's destinies will naturally tilt towards Nuwa.

Stimulated by this luck, the phantom above the ground flower finally condensed and the green furnace of creation came in response. The two merged with each other, and a goddess wearing light green fairy clothes and with a flying fairy bun on her hair came into being.

It's a pity that Nuwa had this opportunity, but Zhunti Jieyin did not. There was a corpse sitting above each of their heads. Although they were the masters of the West and could mobilize countless origins of the West, the West was originally a barren land. Even though they had been regulating it for so many years and with the help of Fangzhang Island to nourish the earth veins, the West had only gone from being on the verge of death to being left with one breath.

In today's West, it is extremely difficult to give birth to any innate sacred thing, let alone some innate treasures.

Innate treasures are not innate spiritual treasures. All kinds of materials collected by Hengming when traveling in the prehistoric world can be called innate treasures, such as Taiyi Gengjin, Sun Treasure Mine, Taiyin True Water, etc.

Of course, some top-level innate treasures are not inferior to innate spiritual treasures. For example, the Three Lights Divine Water is not inferior to the best innate spiritual treasures. What's more, it can nourish all things. If some of it is distributed, it can be used by everyone. It has more magical uses than innate spiritual treasures.

But how could the West possibly produce such a top-grade treasure? No matter how hard the two of them tried, they could only reach the realm that Nuwa once struggled in.

Jie Yin sighed, his face became even more bitter, a white hair between his eyebrows was spinning faster and faster, the twelve colors of Buddha light blooming from his body became more dazzling, Bodhisattvas and celestial beings in the sky sang the Buddhist mantra, three milky white relics were like three suns emitting Buddha light, illuminating the whole sky and saving all living beings, the six-foot-tall golden body behind him was uncertain, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, hoping to help him, but in the end he could only sigh in despair.

When Zhunti saw this, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and cut off a part of the Bodhi tree behind him that was big enough to stand tall and upright, and put it into Jie Yin's body.

Stimulated by Zhunti's action, another corpse jumped out from above Jie Yin's head. However, Jie Yin was not very excited. Instead, he said in horror: "Zhunti! Why is it so!"

It should be known that the Bodhi tree is the real body of Cundi. Now Cundi has not been able to completely separate himself from the Bodhi tree, and the two are still one. He separated one tenth of the Bodhi tree, which is equivalent to giving up one of his own source and completely giving it to Jie Yin.

Jie Yin is the incarnation of a bitter bamboo, which is also a spiritual root. He absorbed one tenth of the bodhi tree trunk. The bodhi tree is an innate metal spiritual root, extremely sharp, and was originally transformed by murderous aura, so he could naturally use it to kill the evil corpses.

But Jie Yin was not excited at all. Instead, he was heartbroken. He hurriedly helped Zhunti up. Zhunti's face was pale, as if he was terminally ill and would not live long. The Bodhi tree behind him became withered the moment it was split, and now its leaves were constantly falling. The remaining Bodhi leaves looked green and yellow. The three-headed, six-armed body began to crack, and the various magical instruments in his hands turned into smoke and dust and disappeared without a trace.

"Brother, I volunteered."

Zhunti forced a smile and said, "If both of us are stuck at the stage of beheading one corpse, then I don't know when we can behead two corpses. Anyway, my aptitude is not as good as yours, so I might as well take this opportunity to help you. At least I am still at the stage of beheading one corpse. Saint Hongjun is still preaching, maybe I can also behead two corpses after the preaching is over."

After Zhunti finished speaking, he immediately sat cross-legged and began to absorb the Taoist essence in Zixiao Palace to heal his wounds. Unfortunately, this injury involved his origin, and Zhunti was willing to separate it, so it was unknown when he would be able to fully recover.

Jie Yin became more and more heartbroken, and he wished he could split a part of his source to help Zhunti heal his wounds, but Zhunti had already sacrificed himself to help him. What he should do now is not to sigh by the side, but to practice with all his might, so as to live up to Zhunti's sacrifice.

"Everything is for the West! Zhunti, I will never let you down."

Jie Yin began to immerse himself in Hongjun's preaching again. The cushion under him once again exuded the fragrance of the Tao. Jie Yin had an additional layer of Bodhi origin, so his cultivation was naturally twice as effective with half the effort. He even surpassed Nuwa, and the vision on his body was enough to compete with the Three Pure Ones.

(End of this chapter)