(The mental state is not very strong now, but the panda strives to code another chapter before dawn. ◇↓◇↓ Novel.￥f But if it is not coded, brothers and sisters should not throw panda bricks, okay? There have been many updates these days, day and night, and I felt my heart twitching when I lay in bed yesterday. Sometimes I think about it, online writers are actually a very short-lived profession, and there are not many examples of death in recent years. Maybe if one is not good, pandas will follow... If you don’t say unlucky words, as long as brothers and sisters still love to read books written by pandas, write more pandas, take care of your body, and write for a few more years. Well, I’ve been typing, brothers and sisters will come and have a monthly ticket again! Panda thanks)

After the fight was over, the Bull Demon King successfully completed his mission as a villain, Boss, and was killed by the hero.

The men brought by the Bull Demon King also fulfilled their mission and were killed by the hero's men.

Zuo Xiaoyou walked to Old Master Ren: "How is it?"

Old Master Ren smiled bitterly: "I sucked too much, it's a little bit too high."

"It will get better slowly." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled slightly and said, "I originally wanted to leave the Bull Demon King for you, but your strength is too low now. Improve it more. When you go back to five hundred years ago, you will be able to suck it happily."

"Thank you, Young Master." Old Master Ren bowed: "I swear to follow you to the death."

After patting his shoulder, Zuo Xiaoyou turned around and looked at Zhizi and Nie Xiaoqian, his eyes full of praise: "You all performed well, especially Xiaoqian. The six-style guzheng technique and illusion technique are becoming more and more amazing. I am afraid that Sun Wukong will die when he meets you."

"It's all taught by Brother Zuo." Nie Xiaoqian was happy in her heart, and she was still humble on the surface.

"What about me!" Zhizi said: "Who is stronger than Sun Wukong?"

"You are much better than Sun Wukong." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled and said, "It's not very far from Guanyin."

"Really?" Seeing Zuo Xiaoyou nodding, Tomoko was so beautiful: "I'm really about to catch up with Guanyin! I'm so great!"

"But I can't beat Xiaoqian."

A basin of cold water was poured on his head, and Chiko was furious: "What's the solution? Who made Xiaoqian restrain me innately!"

"Not just restraint..." Zuo Xiaoyou chuckled: "The power of your combination is greater. Although Xiaoqian has the Six Killing Zheng and the Six-style Guzheng technique, she still has to be distracted by the illusion and cannot fully exert the power of the illusion and the Six Killing Zheng. If you cooperate, Xiaoqian can concentrate on the illusion. If you cooperate, even if you meet a master of Guanyin level, as long as the other party does not have the magic weapon to restrain the illusion, you will have a chance to win."

"Really!" Zhizi and Xiaoqian were both shocked, unable to believe that they could defeat Guanyin's masters in combination.

"Just have a chance." Zuo Xiaoyou said: "After all, when you reach the Guanyin level, you will always have some special means."

"It's better to have a chance than not!" Zhizi said excitedly: "Besides, we still have a lot of room for improvement. When Xiaoqian and I absorb the yin energy and resentment in the beads, maybe we can go and kill the saint."

Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "There are all ants under the saints. Even if they are quasi-saints who are infinitely close to the saints, there is no chance of luck to meet the saints." He gently pinched his chin and Zuo Xiaoyou said: "If you use the dragon ball as a comparison, the saint's identity is equivalent to the realm king god. But the saint's soul is in the void and will never die. If the realm king god is killed, it will really die.

Moreover, the attack power of the saint can break countless cosmic stars, and can shuttle through the end of the star universe in a moment... Well, this is very similar to the teleportation ability of the King of the Realm."

"Are you better than Magi Buu?" asked Tomoko.

"Who knows!" Zuo Xiaoyou said: "Magic Buu can also survive in the universe, but Magic Buu can be killed. If Houtu enters the Dragon Ball world and places his soul in the void of that world, I think Houtu will become the master of that world, and no one is his opponent. Even if something appears later, it is definitely not a match for Houtu."

"Is the saint so powerful?" Tomoko was shocked.

"The saint is stronger than we imagined." Zuo Xiaoyou said lightly: "No one is the opponent of the saint except the will of that world."

"So terrible." Tomoko was shocked and clenched the hilt of the knife: "I must become a saint!"

Zuo Xiaoyou smiled faintly and closed her hair: "It will definitely be."

"Yes." After being encouraged, Tomoko nodded happily and asked: "Brother Zuo, how far are you from the saint now?"

"It's hard to say." Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head and said, "With my current strength, it should be similar to that of the Buddha Tathagata. And the Buddha Tathagata... should be the strength of the quasi-saint."

"Brother Zuo is already a quasi-saint?" Nie Xiaoqian was extremely shocked.

"Don't be surprised." Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "The quasi-saints are divided into three or six. In the prehistoric world, any of the twelve ancestor witches are quasi-saints. When it comes to fighting alone, no one of the demon clans who are quasi-saints is their opponent. Even if Donghuang Taiyi relies on the power of the Donghuang Bell, he can only barely withstand two or three ancestor witches."

"What is the Donghuang Bell?" Zhizi didn't know much about the magic weapons of the prehistoric world.

"The Donghuang Bell is the Chaos Bell, one of the three innate treasures." Zuo Xiaoyou said: "The level is higher than the four swords of Zhu Xian, and it is the strongest among the three innate treasures. Even the saints cannot fully exert its power. Perhaps only the Heavenly Dao Hongjun can exert its power."

"So strong!" Zhizi and Xiaoqian were both shocked.

"It's just the setting in the novel." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled faintly: "But in my heart, the Donghuang Bell is indeed the top magic weapon in the prehistoric world! Perhaps only the Kaitian Axe, the Hongmeng Sword can be compared with it." He paused: "Of course, some people think that the Chaos Bell is transformed from the axe handle after the Kaitian Axe broke into the sky, and its level is not as good as the Kaitian Axe and the Hongmeng Sword. I can't explain these clearly. But the reputation of the three innate treasures of the Chaos Bell is correct, and it is at the same level as Lao Tzu's Tai Chi diagram and Yuanshi Tianzun's Pangu Banner."

"That's amazing too." Zhizi said: "Donghuang Taiyi can only tie with two or three ancestor witches with the Chaos Bell?"

"So the quasi-saints are divided into three or six or nine levels." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled faintly: "Just like the Buddha of Tathagata, in the legend of the prehistoric world, the Buddha of Tathagata was transformed by the great disciple of the Tongtian throne. Although the Taoist Duobao is very strong, he is only a little stronger than the twelve golden immortals of the Adam Sect. The twelve golden immortals are all at the level of the Daluo golden immortals, and they are not quasi-saints. According to this statement, the Buddha of Tathagata is just the first level of the quasi-saints. If he encounters the twelve ancestor witches, he will be able to gain three pounds of weight."

"Three pounds of fat?"

"I was beaten up." Zuo Xiaoyou said: "Three pounds of meat swollen from his face."

This explanation made Zhizi and Nie Xiaoqian burst out and giggle.

"And in the prehistoric times..." After they laughed enough, Zuo Xiaoyou continued, "There is a saying that Daluo walks all over the ground, and there are many quasi-saints as dogs. From this we can see that quasi-saints also have levels. It is like a lion. There is always a difference between a small lion and an adult lion."

"I understand." Zhizi nodded and said, "Actually the last sentence is enough. I didn't understand it before."

"..." Zuo Xiaoyou pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Now I am equivalent to a little lion among the lions, and I can only be bullied and grow up. Even if I grow up and become the strongest lion, it is only the peak of the quasi-saints. If I don't become a saint for a day, I will be an ant for a day. A saint can crush me to death with a finger."

"So that's it." Zhizi and Xiaoqian both understood and were shocked: "I didn't expect that Sister Houtu was so powerful."

"But your potential was also recognized by Houtu." Seeing that the two women's self-confidence seemed to have been hit, Zuo Xiaoyou comforted him: "Did you forget it? Houtu even envied your speed of strength improvement."

Zhizi and Xiaoqian both remembered that before entering this world, Houtu had indeed expressed envy for their qualities of quickly improving their strength without deliberately honing their state of mind.

Thinking of this, Chiko and Xiaoqian's confidence slowly returned, and it was more than before.

Even Sister Houtu envies us. We will definitely become as powerful as a saint in the future. Since that is the case, what else can we be afraid of?

Seeing that the two women had recovered their confidence and even had a stronger belief than before, Zuo Xiaoyou smiled and said, "If you make a simple comparison, you are two ants now..."

The two women pouted.

Zuo Xiaoyou coughed dryly and said, "And I am a fly."

The two women's faces are much better.

"..." Zuo Xiaoyou said depressedly: "But the saint is the one who has all high-tech weapons. In addition to weapons, the saint also has insecticides in his hands. Just spray it gently and we will all be done."

"Is that much different?" Chiko and Xiaoqian were incredible.

"Now you know how powerful the saint is!" Zuo Xiaoyou said: "Maybe the saint is so playful that he puts the ant in his hands. The ant still has the chance to bite the saint, but the end of the matter will definitely be cruelly crushed to death by the saint, and there will be no scum left."

"And my fly, maybe a few buzzing sounds, will make the saint feel annoyed, but as long as the insecticide comes out, I will only have a way out." Zuo Xiaoyou sighed: "The saint is so strong, it is a complete disaster."

Zhizi and Xiaoqian were silent again.

Zuo Xiaoyou looked at them and smiled faintly: "So what's wrong? Don't forget, how many years have Houtu been practicing? How many years have you practiced? Which race that survived in the prehistoric world is not a monster that has lived for billions of years? We have only practiced for thousands of years and have the current cultivation level, which is enough to make Houtu envious, jealous and hateful."

Zuo Xiaoyou's words made the two girls feel energetic.

Yes! How many years has Sister Houtu practiced? It almost started from the beginning of the prehistoric world. If the earth is compared to the prehistoric world, it will be at least 4 billion years. But after only a few thousand years of practice, we have already achieved the current cultivation level. If we give us 4 billion... no, even if we only give us 100 million years, we may become saints.

Thinking of this, the two women's confidence recovered again, which made Zuo Xiaoyou breathe a sigh of relief.

The two women's confidence was like a roller coaster, and they were worried about him. Why did they have trouble?

"Young Master..." Old Master Ren, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke: "What is the level of the old slave now?"

Facing Mr. Ren's sudden inquiry, Zuo Xiaoyou investigated Mr. Ren's breath, nodded, and said, "I absorbed the blood of the monster. Now you are similar to Zhu Bajie, but when you leave this world, I believe you will be similar to Sun Wukong, and you will not be much worse than Zhizi and Xiaoqian."

Old Master Ren bowed: "I will not let the young master down." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!