Zhun Ti Sows Seeds, Yao Ji Battles the Flood Dragon

Saint Zhun Ti nodded and said calmly:

"Senior Brother, you can rest easy!"

"I will arrange this matter."

As he spoke, the corner of Saint Zhun Ti's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a cold, sinister smile.

After that, he did not delay, and immediately summoned one of the disciples beneath his seat.

"Greetings, Master!"

Seeing Zhun Ti, that disciple hurriedly knelt and paid his respects.

Saint Zhun Ti gave a faint nod and said:

"Rise!"

After getting to his feet, that disciple asked with a puzzled expression:

"May I ask why Master has summoned this disciple here?"

Zhun Ti smiled meaningfully, then directly chose to transmit his voice to that disciple.

After listening to Zhun Ti's voice transmission, that disciple came to an understanding, then bowed to Zhun Ti:

"Yes, this disciple obeys!"

Zhun Ti nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Remember, you must act with utmost care and caution."

That disciple gave a soft murmur of assent, then without delay, leaped up and directly transformed into a streak of flowing light, shooting far away.

After that disciple left, Zhun Ti lightly waved his hand. Then, within the unseen, a surge of great magic power plunged straight into the void.

Very quickly, that magic power pierced through the void and swept to where Guanjiang Mouth was located.

Then, it concealed the heavenly secrets around Guanjiang Mouth.

"Next, I will leave it to time."

After doing all this, Saint Zhun Ti gave a faint, cold smile. Then, with a flash, he disappeared from where he stood.

On the other side, Yao Ji was still locked in battle with the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.

Boom!

The immortal sword in Yao Ji's hand suddenly slashed down.

Seeing this, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's face filled with terror. With no time to think of anything else, it