Kunlun Mountains.
The two majestic figures were livid, because the situation was getting out of control, and they wanted to call Junior Brother Tongtian to come over and discuss it, so that nothing could go wrong. But judging from the reaction of Tiandao Origin, this youngest brother seems to be...
"Brother! You want to judge. I just asked Junior Brother Tongtian to come to Kunlun Mountain quickly. Not only did he not come, he told us to get out. Is this kind of behavior worthy of the status of a saint?" Yuan Yuan took the opportunity to ask, anger emerging in his heart. What a Tongtian! I am really becoming more and more ignorant of etiquette.
His face, which was already ugly, became even more ugly. How many years in the endless years has this kind of thing not happened? Where does he have the courage and confidence to say such rude words? Our saints are immortal. No matter how we fight, no disaster will come to us. What we are fighting for is nothing more than skin.
At this moment, my mood fluctuated.
The so-called supreme ruthlessness.
It became a joke.
Estimating whereabouts yielded nothing.
"Okay, okay..."
The extremely indifferent voice resounded through Kunlun, as if substantial murderous intent was permeating the air. After the separation of the Sanqing family, it was announced that it was disbanded. Tongtian's "rolling" character tore the last trace of affection into pieces.
Since you ignore countless years of friendship.
Don't blame the two brothers for committing the murderous act.
Notice!
The destiny cannot be violated.
The law of heaven cannot be violated: "Sage Tongtian is unwilling to come, so we will handle it ourselves and call Junior Sister Nuwa, Jie Yin, and Zhundi to discuss it together."
"good!"
Original reply.
I said "Saint to Heaven", which can be regarded as setting the tone. And this is also the original, wanting to see the best results. There are a lot of vacancies on the list of gods. If we don’t send all the Jie Jiao to the list, do we still have to give up the Jie Jiao to me?
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.
Such a good thing.
It would be better to let them teach you.
Two rays of light flew in two directions.
They waited quietly.
…
The west.
Mount Sumeru.
The highest point.
Jie Yin and Zhunti sat side by side, what happened to the origin of Heavenly Dao just now came to mind. How powerful is a saint? As long as there is no cover at the same level, the causes and consequences of thousands of major events can be known with just one thought.
Is Tongtian crazy?
this……
No matter how you listen, it feels pleasant.
Zhunti was in high spirits, and the rolling character swept away the depression of being frustrated at all times during this period, and even his strength was slightly improved.
Sanqing was originally a powerful entity located in the east. It had the strongest luck in the world and was full of talents. The prosperity of the sect under his command is so enviable that it makes people want to go up and eat a piece of fat.
Otherwise, as a saint.
Why bother jumping up and down.
It’s not just that we want to swallow up the luck of the East and feed it back to the West.
Let this barren land flourish.
In this way, he can repay the great wish he made to heaven when he was sanctified.
The simple and easy-to-understand sentence summary is: pay off debts, go ashore... Youdao is an endless sea of suffering, and you can find a shore, but this shore is too far away.
"Two saints, Lao Tzu and Yuan Yu, have invited us to go to Kunlun to discuss important matters. We should go immediately." Jie Yin looked as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and his face was very calm.
The two have a clear division of labor.
Jieyin is responsible for working hard to improve his strength.
Zhunti is responsible for working for Tiandao to pay off his debts.
In order to avoid being suppressed everywhere in the West when fighting other saints.
"good!"
"good!"
Two brief voices are worth a thousand words. Only when irreparable cracks appear in the Three Qing Dynasties can the West benefit. Heaven has destined that the next great catastrophe can start smoothly after the catastrophe of the Conferred God.
This laid the foundation for the great prosperity of the West.
"I dare to ask you two masters, where should I go?" A figure below opened his eyes and looked respectfully at the two saints sitting above.
The situation in prehistoric times has changed drastically.
Humane recovery.
The way of heaven is under great threat.
Jie Jiao showed his tough side and killed Jiang Ziya to seize the list of gods. The immortals of the Chan Sect didn't dare to show their anger at being suppressed, and the senior brother of the Human Sect didn't even dare to show his face.
The only thing we can look forward to now is saint-level power support.
But now it seems...
A little different than expected.
"We'll talk about it after we return from Kunlun." How could Zhunti not know the sorrow of this disciple? He also knew in his heart that without the help of saint-level power, no matter how many people were sent, they would never return.
The teachings can withstand hardships.
Western religion cannot stand this.
"Follow the teacher's decree!"
After receiving the reply, the disciple who had just spoken stopped talking and entered the state of trance again. The strength flows throughout the body, slowly repairing the wounds caused by the Beihai battlefield.
The beatings by Zhao Gongming and the others really hurt.
No mercy left at all.
…
Wa Palace.
The beautiful figure stood at the highest point, looking down at all the living beings below. The saint's dojo is a small world. They are in the dojo, which is equivalent to the way of heaven in the prehistoric world.
Dominate all living beings within.
However, the saint's mind was not here, but far away. When the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors escaped from trouble, she had already fallen into a complicated mentality.
As a saint without sorrow or joy, he has endless troubles.
Emperor Fuxi!
It's his brother.
Relying on each other for endless years.
Humans are even more like their own children.
It's just that the way of heaven has been determined, and the human race is the race of the way of heaven, the eternal protagonist of the prehistoric world. What does a little suffering mean? It is nothing more than nourishment for future growth.
When the monsters massacred the human race, I couldn't stop them because I, Yuan Yuan and others were blocking the door. This is not callousness, but incompetence.
Then it became a foregone conclusion.
Can I still attack the demon clan and cleanse them of their sins?
The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh.
No matter what you do, it will hurt.
The word "gun" in the origin of heaven is deafening, representing Tongtian's attitude, but where will I go? Now we are standing at the same crossroads as before. Whether we turn left or right, it will cause a series of chain reactions.
If there are no variables.
Absolutely no other thoughts or thoughts.
But the impossible happened.
Looking around.
Chentangguan emerged from the ancient land, and the shouts of killing in a towering pagoda were deafening, and the aura of the innate spiritual treasure was undoubtedly evident.
The Shui tribe is still fighting with the Chentangguan defenders.
Nezha is extremely brave.
Nuwa fell into deep thought.
"Junior Sister Nuwa! Come quickly, come quickly, come quickly..."
"..."
"..."
The origin of heaven is stirring.
A loud voice spread, seeming particularly anxious.
However, Nuwa's attitude was that she could not read back.
"Buzz!"
The power of heaven that descended from Zixiao Palace rose from the ground and flew through the saint's ashram toward Kunlun Mountain. Nuwa used her actual actions to make ambiguous choices.
Both sides must not offend.
Don't mess with either side.
only……
Can this strategy really work?
Nezha has already appeared on the battlefield where Chentangguan and the Shui tribe are fighting.
It is destined to be unpleasant to both sides.
When to place your bet.
Even though he was extremely powerful as a saint, he couldn't help but frown. Tongtian Tongtian, you have given me a big problem.
