In the battle of the Nine-Curve Yellow River Formation, the second sect of Chanjie has already produced real fire.

The leader of Tongtian released his restraints against his disciples, and the Shang Dynasty received help, accelerating the pace of conquering Xiqi.

Most of Ji Chang's 100 descendants were killed in a blink of an eye, and many of the three generations of the Ancestral Sect, including Huang Tianhua, died. The Antarctic Immortal Weng led the Ancestral Sect's disciples to support him and started a fierce battle in Qishan.

However, such a fierce battle was just a prelude to the storm. The disciples of Jie Cult gathered towards Chentang Pass from all directions, with great momentum and awesomeness.

The Ancient Sect was not willing to be outdone. The Golden Immortal and Sanxian gathered three thousand numbers and came towards Chentang Pass.

At the same time, Chen Mang had left Chentang Pass and headed towards the West with a cloud and a fog.

The more Chen Mang went west, the more deserted the people became. When he was coming to a desert with scarce spiritual energy, a white dot suddenly caught his eye.

When I took possession, I saw a weird-looking white dog running along a big river, spitting out its long tongue, turning its head from time to time to look back, as if someone was chasing it behind me.

"List carefully!"

Chen Mang recognized the white dog and shouted and fell from the clouds.

Di Ting's four hooves suddenly stopped, half of his head buried in the sand, and barely stopped at Chen Mang's feet. He glanced at Chen Mang, his eyes full of surprise and spoke: "Great Sage!"

Chen Mang smiled and touched its dog's head and asked, "If you don't follow Hong Shixian and practice well, why are you running around?"

After hearing this, Di listened and whimpered a few times, fog appeared in his eyes, rubbing against Chen Mang's trouser legs and said, "Great Sage, the Western spiritual veins are barren, and they are not a place for dogs to stay. The young ones have not gnawed the flesh and bones of spirit beasts for many years..."

Chen Mang said happily: "You can't stand the pain and secretly ran out without hiding it from your master?"

Di Ting shook his ears and heard that there was no one nearby. He lowered his voice and said, "This is the task given to me by the master. The master asked me to run out first, and then he used the excuse to come out to find me and took the opportunity to escape from this ghost place."

Chen Mang: “…”

Compared with Di Ting, Hong Shixian is a real dog!

Chen Mang complained in his heart, calculated with his fingers, and used the technique of shrinking the ground into an inch with Di Ting. His figure flashed one after another, and he quickly found Hong Shixian.

When Hong Shixian saw Chen Mang, he was startled and then said happily: "Great Sage, have you come to pick me up home?"

Chen Mang turned his eyes over and said, "How can you have a family? The tribe you came from was annexed thousands of years ago."

Hong Shixian was stunned for a moment, then said firmly with his eyes: "It doesn't matter, give me a few women and I will create another tribe!"

Looking at his serious appearance, Chen Mang smiled and laughed and scolded: "Do you die!"

Seeing that Chen Mang didn't take this, Hong Shixian immediately drooped his head in disappointment. After a moment, he trembled suddenly and his eyes gradually became brighter: "Don't die, die... Great Sage, I've realized it!"

Chen Mang looked at him in confusion and asked, "What have you realized?"

"Great Sage, I have realized the true meaning of my Dharma name!"

Hong Shixian lifted the curly hair drooping from his forehead, his face turned solemn, and he changed to a compassionate look. He clasped his hands and said, "Heaven is above, and disciple Dizang made great wishes here, wishing to enter the underworld with his body. Hell will not be empty, and he will not become a Buddha!"

As his voice came to the ground, the heavenly way was sensing, and the glow of light rose everywhere, and the golden lotus gushed into the ground. A golden light of merit fell on Dizang's body, reaching Jiuyou through his feet, opening up a separate place in the underworld.

Xuandu's understanding is the highest among the crowd. Without his reminder, he already understood his purpose this time.

Gods are originally made by mortals, and even if they become gods, they cannot forget their origins.
Chapter completed!