Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 418 - 291: Offense and Defense Swap Roles_2

Daoist Ming He did not sheathe the Yuan Tu and Avici long swords inside his body, still holding them in hand, intending to exert pressure on Daoist Zhen Yuanzi.

"Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, if this continues, both of us could potentially damage our own foundations, which would be more loss than gain."

"If you leave now, I can allow you to depart from the Blood Sea."

Daoist Ming He said coldly.

Daoist Zhen Yuanzi opened his eyes, glanced at Daoist Ming He, his face expressionless.

He took out a Ginsengfruit and swallowed it in front of Daoist Ming He.

Instantly, his tired expression eased, and it seemed as if a stream flowed through his spirit, relaxing his tense spirit.

Then he refined the Ginsengfruit, and his previously depleted mana was replenished instantly.

The once dim earth-yellow light flared up again, repelling the approaching Blood God’s Son and causing him to fall into the Blood Sea.

Throughout this process, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi did not utter a word, yet his intentions had been made very clear.

Daoist Zhen Yuanzi had plenty of Ginsengfruit in his hands, accumulated over such long years, except for some significant occasions where Ginsengfruit was gifted, some were consumed by Daoist Hong Yun.

The remaining Ginsengfruit were saved up by Daoist Zhen Yuanzi.

However, these Ginsengfruit could not help Daoist Zhen Yuanzi to comprehend the Heavenly Dao Laws, only to restore his mana.

Seeing this, Daoist Ming He realized Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s thoughts, and anger surged within him again.

Yet this time, holding the Yuan Tu and Avici swords, he did not launch an attack; instead, with a thought, Blood God’s Son dived into the Blood Sea and disappeared.

For a moment, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s gaze filled with confusion.

Not only Daoist Zhen Yuanzi felt so, even Mosquito Daoist deep within the Blood Sea, looking at Daoist Ming He’s figure, also harbored doubts.

Could it be, that Ming He conceded?

Really let Daoist Zhen Yuanzi continuously refine the Blood Sea?

Thinking to this, Mosquito Daoist felt quite anxious too.

At this time, Daoist Ming He looked at Daoist Zhen Yuanzi and couldn’t help but sneer, "Hmph, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

"Since you like the Blood Sea so much, wanting to refine it, then stay in this Blood Sea. I’ll leave the Blood Sea and pay a visit to your Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple."

"Since my birth, I have never been into Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s Wuzhuang Temple, nor have I ever tasted the Ginsengfruit from the hands of Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

Hearing Daoist Ming He’s words, a change finally appeared on Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s usually expressionless face.

But before Daoist Zhen Yuanzi could speak, Daoist Ming He spoke again: "I know, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s Wuzhuang Temple must be protected by an Array."

"But besides you, a Quasi-Saint, there are no other Quasi-Saints in your Wuzhuang Temple."

"I can spend an endless amount of years on your Wuzhuang Temple, just as you spent in the Blood Sea."

"With our realms, slowly wearing down your Wuzhuang Temple’s Array is simply an easy task."

Having said this, Daoist Ming He’s expression was very determined, the Yuan Tu and Avici swords turned into two streaks of light, entering Daoist Ming He’s body.

Then, Daoist Ming He did not intend to listen to Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, directly turning into a streak of light, rushing towards the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.

Daoist Zhen Yuanzi seeing this, immediately realized, Daoist Ming He was not just talking, but truly intended to seize his Wuzhuang Temple.

And Daoist Ming He’s action was too swift.

At this moment, where could Daoist Zhen Yuanzi care about the Blood Sea, he hurriedly stood up, heading in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.

Actually, Daoist Ming He could think of this method was also because he saw Daoist Zhen Yuanzi consume the Ginsengfruit.

The Ginsengfruit in Wuzhuang Temple is one of the Primordial Innate top ten superior Spirit Roots, he couldn’t believe Daoist Zhen Yuanzi would give up Wuzhuang Temple.

Moreover, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi was very clear by now, that he couldn’t kill Daoist Ming He to avenge his friend Daoist Hong Yun.

Staying in the Blood Sea was just to disturb Daoist Ming He.

If because of this he loses his own foundational support, it would be indeed more loss than gain.

Actually, for Daoist Ming He, Wuzhuang Temple as well as the Blood Sea for Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, neither are essential for foundation, nor do they bring benefits.

If both their Daoist Schools truly exchanged, it would be a situation where both sides suffer.

After all, Daoist Ming He’s foundation lies in the Blood Sea, and Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s foundation is connected with the Ginseng Fruit Tree in Wuzhuang Temple.

On the way nearing Wuzhuang Temple, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s face suddenly changed.

He sensed that the Array he had set up on Longevity Mountain was being attacked, indicating that Daoist Ming He had started attacking Wuzhuang Temple.

After pushing beyond his limits, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi was able to speed up again.

When Daoist Zhen Yuanzi arrived at Longevity Mountain, he discovered that all the protective arrays on the mountain had been destroyed, except for the one within Wuzhuang Temple.

He saw Daoist Ming He wielding the two long swords, Yuan Slaughter and Avici, continuously striking, and the last array of Wuzhuang Temple was teetering under the assaults of Daoist Ming He.

"Stop, Ming He!"

Daoist Zhen Yuanzi bellowed.

However, Daoist Ming He ignored him and swung Yuan Slaughter and Avici again, directing them onto the last array of Wuzhuang Temple.

Boom!

The final array of Wuzhuang Temple collapsed thunderously, and with that, all the protective arrays on Longevity Mountain had been destroyed by Daoist Ming He.

This was easier than Daoist Ming He had expected.

As for the shout from Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, Daoist Ming He certainly heard it.

But, since they were still in a hostile state, why should he heed Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s command?

Seeing the array shatter, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi immediately blocked Daoist Ming He’s path.

Naturally, he was shielded by a pale yellow protective barrier, emanating from the Earth Book.

Meanwhile, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s Divine Sense enveloped the entire Wuzhuang Temple, and he finally located his two disciples, Qing Feng and Ming Yue.

Although they were not physically injured, due to their role in maintaining the arrays, they suffered from a backlash.

Both disciples were now unconscious, their energies in disarray.

Seeing them still alive, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi let out a sigh of relief.

Just as Daoist Zhen Yuanzi sighed, Daoist Ming He, holding the swords Yuan Slaughter and Avici, spoke.

"Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, instead of being in the Blood Sea refining endless Blood Qi to condense its essence, why have you run back to Wuzhuang Temple?"

Daoist Ming He feigned ignorance while speaking with an easy tone.

However, he truly hadn’t expected Daoist Zhen Yuanzi to return so quickly.

Daoist Ming He inwardly lamented the timing.

If only his return had been slightly delayed, he could have tasted the Ginsengfruit, and perhaps even taken the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Hearing Daoist Ming He’s words, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi responded with displeasure.

"This is my Daoist School, naturally, I need to come."

Hearing Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s reply, Daoist Ming He did not argue, instead, he nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, how long does Daoist Zhen Yuanzi intend to stay?"

Daoist Ming He asked menacingly, still holding the two swords.

Upon hearing Daoist Ming He’s question, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s face reflected displeasure and confusion.

Seeing Daoist Zhen Yuanzi’s puzzled expression, Daoist Ming He casually explained.

"You are very busy, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, needing to refine the Blood Qi in the Blood Sea. If you leave, then I can take over Wuzhuang Temple."

"Ming He, Wuzhuang Temple is my Daoist School."

Daoist Zhen Yuanzi said angrily.

"Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, the Blood Sea is also my Daoist School!"

The fervor of Daoist Ming He was no less than that of Daoist Zhen Yuanzi.

In that instant, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi understood Daoist Ming He’s intent.

No wonder the words spoken by Daoist Ming He sounded so familiar.

Daoist Ming He and Daoist Zhen Yuanzi locked gazes, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

Now, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi knew why Daoist Ming He had come to Wuzhuang Temple; he was forcing him to make a choice.

Whether to choose Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple or to continue avenging Daoist Hong Yun by refining the Blood Sea.

After a long while, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi silently said to himself.

Daoist Hong Yun, I have let you down.

Wuzhuang Temple, as the foundation of Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, was simply indispensable.

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