The Sanqing wanted to establish a heaven, and the news spread quickly. Many people with great supernatural powers immediately felt the changes in cause and effect and read relevant information from heaven and earth.
When establishing the Heavenly Court and formulating rules, Sanqing did it openly and without any attempt to cover up cause and effect. Naturally, it could not be concealed from many people with great supernatural powers. Sanqing never thought of concealing it from the beginning.
The will of the saint is the general trend, so there is no need to be secretive, not to mention that establishing the heaven is not a shameful thing.
The vast land of the west, Mount Sumeru, the holy land of bliss
"Brother Sanqing is so courageous!"
Zhunti sighed with envy.
After convening all the forces to establish the Heavenly Court with force, things really came to pass. The powerful appeal of the Sanqing Dynasty really made Zhunti envious.
If he and Jieyin had been replaced, the forces from all sides would most likely not give him face. If he didn't walk away in front of him, it would be regarded as respecting the saint.
The prejudices against the West by various forces in ancient times are deep-rooted.
Under the ten thousand-foot-long Bodhi tree, Yingyin meditated as usual and practiced hard, dreaming about heaven and earth, attaining enlightenment in his dreams, and evolving endless mysteries. He was surrounded by golden Prajna petals, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air. The petals seemed to contain three thousand worlds, which were mysterious and mysterious. Unfathomable.
But the slight frown seemed to confirm that Jie Yin's heart was not at peace at the moment, and there were waves in his heart.
Under the leadership of the Three Qing Dynasties, various forces in the ancient times were preparing to establish a heaven and formulate new rules and orders, but they excluded the West. This was not a good sign.
The West has been hostile to all forces since ancient times. If all forces unite, the potential threat to the West will be too great.
Those who are not afraid that all forces are hostile to the West, but are afraid of sincere unity and united external forces, will not be able to withstand the boundless pressure even if they accept Zhunti as a saint.
"I hope things aren't too bad!"
Jie Yin sighed helplessly?
There is a long way to go to expand the West, and it will be difficult to overcome all the forces that just hate the West.
At this thought, even the indifferent Jieyin couldn't help but feel angry. His anger rose uncontrollably, making him feel aggrieved and angry.
The West has to bear the consequences of Luohu's sins. How can this be justified?
However, no matter how angry He was, he could only cope with the changes by remaining unchanged and could not do anything else.
If you mess with the various forces that hate the West, it will be like stirring up a hornet's nest, which will bring about a catastrophe for the West;
Luo Hou, without risking his life, even if he is as strong as a saint, there is nothing he can do to defeat Luo Hou. At most, he can suppress Luo Hou, which is meaningless.
In this way, the best choice is to stop with stillness and wait and see what happens. If you move, it will be easy to do bad things.
Fumo Mountain, Fumo Temple
Wearing silver battle armor, with a big bald head and strange stripes tattooed on his cheeks, Fumotian Zunyihe stood in front of the temple, like an ancient giant god holding the sky. Although he was motionless, he gave people a sense of coercion. Heaven and earth, an unparalleled sense of power.
As a very famous person with great supernatural powers who participated in the ancient war between immortals and demons, Yihe's eyes are bright and deep, as bright as stars, but as sharp as an eagle, looking down at the world and looking down upon the world.
I saw Yihe looking in the direction of Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing's figure reflected in his eyes, his face serious and a little gloomy.
He is also ambitious, unwilling to spend his whole life huddled in the Demon-Conquering Mountain, and has always wanted to reach the top of the ancient world, dominate the world, and command all living beings.
It's just that his luck is really not very good. Whenever he is about to take action, something unexpected happens, causing his plan to fail.
At the beginning of the last era, the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn disappeared. At that time, the prehistoric era was in chaos. Yihe wanted to compete for the throne of the prehistoric overlord. Unexpectedly, the Lich rose first, forcing him to make a choice before his plan even started. Hibernating.
Facing the powerful and domineering Twelve Ancestral Witches, Demon Emperor Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi, Yihe did not dare to tease their tiger beards, and he refrained from letting his ambitions be exposed until the battle between the lich and the lich.
Now, seeing the two Lich clans fall, and the prehistoric world once again faced a reshuffle of forces, his mind became active again, thinking that without the two Lich clans blocking the way, who else could stop him from becoming the new overlord of the ancient world? .
Yihe saw the current situation very clearly. The dragon, phoenix, unicorn, and lich tribes were burdened with the backlash of heaven and were unable to compete for the throne of the prehistoric hegemony. He also had the confidence to deal with other races that aspired to the throne of the prehistoric hegemony.
As long as the Three Pure Ones, Two Saints of the West, Nuwa Empress, Ming He, Zhen Yuanzi, Xin Mo, Luo Hou and a series of extremely powerful supernatural beings do not interfere, the possibility of him ascending to the throne of overlord is at least 50%.
But God seemed to like to play tricks on Him. When He actively contacted all forces and wanted to win the support of all forces to ascend to the throne of the ancient hegemon, Sanqing actually took action.
The Three Qing Dynasties coerced all forces to establish the Heavenly Court, and selected Fuxi, the co-leader of the human race, as the first generation ruler of the Heavenly Court. His dream of being a hegemon was shattered once again.
Fortunately, as a person with great supernatural powers, Yihe's Taoist heart is extremely tenacious. Otherwise, facing the bad news that his dream was shattered again, he would have been so angry that he would vomit blood by now.
"Three Purities, Heaven, and Human Race."
Yihe's expression changed again and again, sometimes his face turned red, sometimes livid, and sometimes dark.
The extreme anger almost overwhelmed all his reason, and he had the urge to run to Sanqing and Fuxi to fight.
He just wanted to try out what it was like to be the overlord of the prehistoric times, so why were so many people unwilling to let him do so?
Could it be that he was wrong in being in the prehistoric era, following an ancient tradition spanning two eras, and wanting to become the overlord of the prehistoric era?
The more Yihe thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and the angrier he became. Under the anger that filled his heart, his natal spiritual treasure, the Fu Mo Umbrella, was silently held in his hand.
Boom~
With a heavy swing of the demon-suppressing umbrella that looked like a gun and a stick, he instantly destroyed a peak thousands of miles away, venting his anger.
But no matter how much he vented, it could not change the established facts. Yihe immediately fell into deep thought.
He went to Sanqing to ask for an explanation. He didn't have the guts. He couldn't defeat any one of Sanqing in a single fight. Moreover, Sanqing was famous as the largest gang of gangsters in the world. If he had to fight one against three, it wouldn't matter if he didn't get beaten to death. He was lucky.
To kill Fuxi in advance and prevent Fuxi from becoming the ruler of heaven, might he still have a chance to become the overlord of the ancient world?
This doesn't work either.
The true identity of the human Fuxi is very clear to Yihe. It is the reincarnation of Emperor Xi, one of the five giants of the demon clan, and he cannot touch it.
If Fuxi were touched, he would probably be doomed, and Empress Nuwa would never let him go.
Yihe was still fresh in his memory of Nuwa's madness when she was chasing down her inner demon not long ago. He didn't want to try the treatment that his inner demon suffered.
Sanqing couldn't defeat him, Fuxi couldn't afford to offend him, the establishment of Heavenly Court was a foregone conclusion, and no one could change it. In this case, he could only change his strategy.
"Emperor of Heaven? It seems pretty good!"
Yihe's eyes bloomed with a brilliant light, and he had a new goal.
If you can't become the Overlord of the Ancient World, then you should find a way to become the Emperor of Heaven who is in charge of the Heavenly Court. From a personal point of view, the Emperor of Heaven is completely comparable to the Overlord of the Ancient World, but he is not as majestic as the Overlord of the Ancient World and has many constraints.
Under this current situation, Yihe didn't care whether he would be constrained from becoming the Emperor of Heaven. It would be nice to have a glimmer of hope if he could speak out.
He does not expect to become an unparalleled hero like Demon Emperor Jun. He only wants to be able to enjoy the addiction of ruling the world and satisfy his dream of being a hegemon that has been hidden for a long time.
(End of chapter)
