Old Zheng's Supreme Treasure Phobia

Wang Xuan's eyes gleamed with greed; this was a golden opportunity. The Carefree Boat had appeared, Zheng Yuantian was not only fiercely attacked by the New Testament, but also secretly beaten by certain people!

He's not in a hurry anymore; he's just waiting for Old Zheng to die suddenly!

"You want to kill me? Even the heavens can't stop me. You think you can kill the heavens with a piece of waste paper and a mark on it? This is not the real New Covenant at all!"

Old Zheng went berserk, covered in blood, his blood flowing like a rainbow from his pores. He was fighting against the golden scroll, and also demonstrating his determination. Anyone who dared to lay a dirty hand on him should first consider the consequences of not being able to kill him.

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blood-red light appeared quickly, like the sun descending. It was a giant, leading Heavenly Blood, coming from beyond the realm, and stomping down on him.

The crimson giant was as tall as heaven and earth, with a majestic appearance. Its head even reached the sky. When its huge feet landed, the void collapsed, Zheng Yuantian 'Dojo collapsed, and the earth sank.

Zheng Yuantian, who was fighting against the golden scroll and trying to refine the Demon Emperor Dharma Body, had the royal blood in his hand roar and splatter.

"You..." Zheng Yuantian was furious. The large foot covered him from below, not only to severely injure him, but also to humiliate him.

"That's the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor? He's made a move against Zheng Jueshi!"

"That was a kick, wasn't it? It was too powerful! Immortal Ancestor Zheng 'Dojo has been completely destroyed. What a pity that a vast immortal mountain has been reduced to dust!"

In the distance, the Transcendent Immortals exclaimed in shock, deeply moved by the unexpected events unfolding. Someone was trying to take Zheng Yuantian's life.

"Hidden and showing your true colors, who exactly are you?" Zheng Yuantian unleashed a palm strike that shattered Gao Tiandu. He tried to block the foot, but with a soft "poof," he couldn't stop the golden scroll and was cut in half at the waist. Then, he was stomped down by the giant foot and almost crushed!

He suffered a great loss and was furious. Who was humiliating him?

"Isn't that the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor? Why would Immortal Ancestor Zheng question him like that?" Some people wondered and whispered among themselves in the distance.

"Don't you know that since ancient times, some peerless masters have appeared as the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor when it was inconvenient to reveal their true forms?"

Many of the Transcendent Immortals were hearing this secret for the first time, and they were immediately stunned. They wanted to laugh but dared not. How many unjust accusations had Old Ming been carrying?

"It is said that the main reason is that the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor had nine True Fate, and he was too flamboyant back then, which offended a lot of people."

The Transcendent Immortals communicated through their divine senses, and dared not speak aloud.

"Zheng Yuantian, you've finally met your end? Back then, you murdered a peerless genius named Zheng Yuantian, not only taking away his physical body but also his name. Who are you? Just a villain who practices the Great Demon Fetus Technique, or perhaps even a remnant of the Ancient Emperor lineage!"

Someone shouted, "That's... another Nether Blood Sect Ancestor! This person is wearing blood-red armor and looks even more like the founder of a cult than the old Netherblood Cult from before!"

With an aura that seemed to encompass the world, he held a Falun and smashed Zheng Yuantian to pieces with a loud bang, splattering blood everywhere!

Zheng Yuantian let out a miserable scream, mainly because he was entangled by the golden scroll and was unable to dodge the Dharma wheel. His body shattered and exploded into pieces.

"And who are you?!" He was filled with shock and rage, his body coalescing in the distance. At this critical moment, another person came to kill him. Was this someone who wanted to end his life and truly send him on his way?

He was afraid. Things were different now. He was weak and suffering from the backlash of the New Testament. He might be killed by these treacherous people.

"I am the Blood of the Netherworld!" the man roared, wielding his Dharma Wheel and smashing it down once more.

"I too am of the Netherblood!" On the other side, the giant who was as tall as the sky once again raised his foot and stomped down.

"Give me the Demon Emperor remnant pill and his true blood!" Among those chasing the Carefree Boat, one of them suddenly turned around and struck Zheng Yuan with a sword.

"Ah..." Zheng Yuantian screamed in agony. He was attacked by three experts and strangled by the golden scroll. He was torn to pieces and immediately began to Earth Escape.

However, one of the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor forced him out again with a sea of blood. Most importantly, the golden scroll followed him everywhere, making it easier to kill him underground.

Zheng Yuantian was both shocked and terrified; he might really die today.

In the Old Earth, at the Zh Xian Tea House, the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor felt as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, with tens of thousands of pores opening up, feeling refreshed from head to toe.

"Haha, it's all me, hehe!" He felt so comfortable that he was practically glowing.

Over the years, Zheng Yuantian, Demon Ancestor Qi Yi, and others have impersonated him countless times, and he has been accused of all sorts of blaming others.

What's most infuriating is that last time in the Mental World, those people impersonated him in front of him and fought with him, almost making the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor cough up blood.

Today it was finally his turn to vent his anger, especially since he attacked Zheng Yuantian in his true form, but the other party still thought it was someone else impersonating him.

It's easy to imagine how many people have been acting under the guise of the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor over the years. Even Zheng Yuantian, who was just brutally beaten, still believes that someone else is impersonating him.

"Master, how does it taste?" Huang Ming asked with a smile, personally serving him in the private room.

"Slightly bitter, fragrant, a little sweet, not bad. By the way, what did you give me to drink?" Mingxue asked, coming back to his senses and putting down the cup.

Great Immortal Huang was surprised and said, "Coffee? Didn't I just ask you? You were smiling and nodding over there."

"What coffee?" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor had been lost in thought, his mind not on reality at all, and he had no recollection of what he had said.

"Angel Coffee, despite its bad reputation, still tastes alright."

"I... I'll beat you to death!" The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor was allergic to the signboard. The impression Huang Ming's Immortal Envoy Coffee proposal had left on him was too deep; its heavy flavor was unbearable for him.

"Cult Master, please calm down! They didn't actually use my plan!" Huang Ming cried out in despair.

In the vast immortal realm, which is half material and half energy and attached to the Old Earth, Zheng Yuantian was almost killed. His body was broken and tattered, like a porcelain piece full of cracks.

At the very least, four people had secretly tried to kill him, all of whom were impersonating the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor, which made him both angry and furious.

The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor was initially pleased, but when he saw someone actually impersonating him to attack Zheng Yuantian, he became unhappy again, and he became a professional scapegoat.

In particular, when he looked into the distance, he saw five Nether Blood Sect Ancestor fighting over the Carefree Boat!

He was so angry he was practically fuming. He was everywhere, in the Heaven and Earth and on the ground, as if he were the main character in this world, almost putting on a one-man show.

If this treasure were to be stolen by some cunning old fox, and he were to bear the consequences and be targeted by others, wouldn't that be a tragic death?

He quickly joined the fray, vying for the Carefree Boat. Then, Transcendent Immortals saw many Nether Blood Sect Ancestor fighting against him—it was quite a spectacle!

At the critical moment, Heng Jun intervened again, helping Zheng Yuantian withstand the golden scroll; otherwise, he would have been in real danger.

But precisely because of this, lacking the protection of the treasure land, the Carefree Boat blurred down from the void, and then with a whoosh, appeared on the horizon, successfully breaking through and disappearing into the distance.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several "Nether Blood Sect Ancestor" and Heng Jun immediately gave chase, especially Heng Jun, whose expression turned somewhat grim as he regretted helping Zheng Yuantian.

Zheng Yuantian's face was bitter. He didn't know whether to be glad that those people had gone or to Gains and Losses Heng Jun's protection.

He sighed, dragging his severely damaged body, and once again faced the golden scroll alone, attempting to forge the Demon Emperor's body in a life-or-death situation.

"Who am I? I can easily devour even Zheng Yuantian, who possesses unparalleled talent. My true form is far more heaven-defying than you can imagine. How could I die!"

"If it weren't for your wild guesses, I would have almost forgotten who I am. In this life, I am destined to create something new in the Supernatural Domain and reshape the myth!"

He suppressed his emotions, his deep voice echoing in the earth. He wanted to live, to rise up, to defy fate, and no one could stop him.

Of course, he was also filled with regret and bitterness. The treasure appeared in the sky above his territory. If nothing had gone wrong, he would have been at his peak. He had attacked with his demonic fetus, which he never showed to anyone, and he might have actually obtained the treasure Carefree Boat!

It must be said that Zheng Yuantian, who was radiating demonic light at this moment, was very strong. On the verge of death, he temporarily withstood the golden scroll and was even refining the Demon Emperor Dharma Body, with a possibility of success!

An hour later, those people returned, full of regret, having clearly lost the Carefree Boat. One by one, the "Nether Blood Sect Ancestor" departed.

Heng Jun also returned and immediately helped Old Zheng block the golden scroll, saying, "The new contract is crude and will only bother you for a day at most before it dissipates. I'll hold it off for you."

He was disappointed; despite possessing the ultimate treasure and having a significant advantage, he had been unable to obtain a second one despite several attempts.

"Could it really be fate that one can only obtain one at most, and that no one in the world can bear the immense karma of possessing two supreme treasures?" Heng Jun sighed, feeling unwilling.

If the two treasures were to fall into his hands, even if the Supernatural Winter night were to come, he would have the confidence and strength to fight against it!

"Thank you for your protection, fellow Daoist!" Zheng Yuantian showed gratitude. He knew that he was safe and could survive this calamity.

At the same time, he did not give up on refining the Demon Emperor's Dharma Body, so that he could use the Demon Emperor's body to go to the human world to fulfill his wishes next time!

In the distance, in a giant city, Wang Xuan pondered whether it was his striking of the Nurturing Life Furnace that attracted the Carefree Boat.

If we look at it this way, there is an unpredictable connection between these treasures, which is quite astonishing. Each treasure represents a Super Mythological Civilization and is the culmination of their hard work.

"Let's try again. We can't let Old Zheng catch his breath. Even if we don't completely kill him, we have to torment him until he's half-dead!" Wang Xuan decided to give it another try.

Then, in the bustling metropolis, amidst the throngs of people, he quietly knocked on the furnace lid to verify whether There Are Supreme Treasures would indeed appear.

Soon after, the lid of the Nurturing Life Furnace began to pulsate, as if it were sending a message to the outside world in a way that was difficult for the supernatural to understand!

This deeply shocked Wang Xuan. The civilization behind these treasures was extremely mysterious, and the fruits of their labor were not as quiet as he had imagined.

He stopped quickly, afraid that someone would notice something was amiss.

Soon after, a blinding sword light cleaved through the heavens and earth, splitting open the void where Zheng Yuantian was located. The sword light was unparalleled, Zhao Gu.

"The World-Crossing Sword... it has actually appeared, still on Immortal Ancestor Zheng's territory!" The Transcendent Immortals were surprised, their eyes burning with desire, but no one dared to compete for it.

However, the person in question, Zheng Yuantian, was startled and his body trembled. He wasn't excited, but rather somewhat fearful.

He believed this was not a good thing. He had already gone through that once, and in his current state, he would not only fail to obtain the treasure, but might also be killed.

As expected, Heng Jun immediately abandoned him, letting the golden scroll descend and slam into him. Old Zheng was still refining the Demon Emperor's Dharma Body and wasn't prepared at all. He screamed in agony as his body shattered.

At the same time, the "Nether Blood Sect Ancestor" returned to compete for the treasure. While they were fighting, some of them dealt him a few heavy blows, shattering Zheng Yuantian into pieces.

"I...!" Old Zheng cried out in despair, genuinely terrified as he saw the treasure appear out of nowhere.