Daoist Randeng pondered for a moment, then suddenly came up with an extremely bold idea.
Although this monster was terrifying, it had not yet reached the Saint Realm. It was not an invincible existence.
Since it could survive unharmed inside the Primordial Chaos Burying Heaven Coffin, it had to possess something extraordinary.
If he possessed it, or stripped off its fur and used it as armor, perhaps he could enter that Primordial World.
Daoist Randeng smiled, as if he could already see countless Primordial Spiritual Treasures waving to him.
He had mastered the principle of letting fellow cultivators die so he could live.
"Stop!"
Just as the Chan Sect disciples were about to scatter, Daoist Randeng suddenly blocked their way.
"This Red-haired Monster is a menace to the Primordial World, and its sins are grave!"
"We are immortals of the Chan Sect and disciples of a Saint. How can we stand by and do nothing?"
"Go and slay it!"
Daoist Randeng put on the air of a Vice Sect Master of Chan and ordered them in a tone that suggested they were disappointing him.
The Eleven Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect looked at one another, frowning deeply as they wondered what Daoist Randeng was up to.
But they had no choice but to obey his order, so they could only stand there foolishly without moving.
Yun Zhongzi, whose sense of justice was overflowing, clearly froze at Daoist Randeng's words. Then he gritted his teeth and charged forward.
"Go!"
A treasure seal as large as Kunlun Mountain flew out from above his head and shot straight toward the Red-haired Monster.
He considered himself the greatest master of crafting treasures beneath the Saints. This was a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure he had forged by imitating the Fan Tian Seal.
Crack, crack!
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