'No one knows that humans will be the protagonists of the world in the future. '
'No one knows that this weak race will one day dominate the world and control its own destiny, causing the gods to bow their heads and disappear into thin air. '
'At this time, they are just ants. They are sincere, but no one takes a second look. Most of their fate is to become the food of the demon clan, and the gods take it for granted. '
Under the pressure, Yang Lin still had the time to look at those three thousand pairs of innocent and frightened eyes, and see their sadness and despair of being helpless and unprotected.
Although they are still ignorant and unable to see the dangers in the world, they have clearly sensed that this "mother" who created their own lives does not actually care about them.
It was just an accident that gave you life.
As for responsibility.
She is a demon after all.
The Holy Mother is only what the human race thinks of themselves, so what does it have to do with Nuwa?
Just making people for fun.
Yang Lin didn't seem to realize that his bones and flesh were about to be crushed into mud. The thick immortal aura on his body suddenly fell down due to the pressure of the saint, and he was almost defeated. His spiritual power was almost frozen.
He didn't even take out a magic weapon to resist, but just said softly: "I will protect the human race, and I will pass on the martial arts to make them self-reliant and become the protagonists of the world!"
Although the voice was small, it resounded throughout the wilderness.
Everyone thinks this sentence is actually a joke.
The sky changed color again.
The sky was filled with purple aura, countless petals, and a pressure that was more powerful than Nuwa's before, emitted from Yang Lin, the earth roared, and the chaotic air flow surged, as if the end was coming.
Everyone felt their own insignificance and were hit hard by the coercion. Even Sanqing and Jieyin were forced to bend down slightly.
"this……"
"How can it be?"
Emperor Jun and Tai looked like earth.
He was pressed to the ground and raised his head hard, his eyes were blood red.
The cheers of hundreds of millions of demon tribes suddenly stopped.
They all heard a cold voice: "I, Taoist Master Mu, have become a saint today, opened up martial arts, and broken through the heavenly gate. All sentient beings who have the destiny can practice it."
In the sky full of purple energy and golden light, a pressure even more powerful than that of Nuwa came back.
Bo...
The air is like a tidal wave.
Nuwa's face turned pale, and her previous pride had disappeared. She lost control of her body and retreated thousands of miles away like an electric shock.
"Mu Taoist!"
She had just become a saint, and within a few breaths of her majesty, she was reduced to disgrace again, and was forcefully suppressed. Nuwa felt angry in her heart, "Do you dare to argue with me?"
"Ask for it...but you won't get it."
Yang Lin sneered.
He turned to look at Chang Xi, "You must protect these three thousand humans and bring them to the East China Sea to find a flat and fertile land to settle down."
"But, Nuwa..."
Changxi didn't have any objections.
She would do whatever Yang Lin said.
She just doesn't understand.
Isn’t this a creation created by Saint Nuwa? It was obviously not appropriate to take it away by myself.
Moreover, she clearly felt that Yang Lin seemed to care too much about these three thousand human races, and she didn't know what kind of thoughts he had in them.
"She won't care, nor will she pay attention. If she doesn't care, at least half of these humans will be eaten by the monsters, and very few will survive."
"I understand, don't worry."
Changxi nodded.
She guessed that her master probably took a fancy to the qualifications of these three thousand humans and wanted to choose a successor from them.
But he never expected that this new human race would one day destroy the two races of demons and witches.
As for what the master said before he became a saint, they were probably angry words, coming from the protagonist. Is this possible?
Yang Lin arranged things for the human race, flew to the sky, and broke through the chaos with a wave of his hand.
"Nu Wa, please dare to fight me in the chaos. Don't harm the world. Otherwise, it will attract Taoist ancestors to intervene, which will not be beautiful."
"That's how it should be."
Without thinking, Nuwa followed the light and flew into the chaos. Without saying much, the flames flashed in her hands, and a red hydrangea suddenly appeared and fell forward.
As soon as the hydrangea was released, it whined and screamed, tearing apart the chaos. The earth, water, fire and wind surged together. The hydrangea grew infinitely and turned into a huge flaming planet. With the power of crushing everything, it rushed towards Yang Lin. Press down on your head.
After becoming a saint, there are two completely different things in making moves than before becoming a saint.
The control of the rules of heaven and earth is also completely different.
Reaching for the stars and the moon, evolving all things, is just leisurely work.
Yang Lin noticed that Nuwa's casual strike of the hydrangea aroused the resonance of heaven, as if she was going to completely exclude him from this world and beat him into dust...
That's not a hydrangea, but a real stellar hit.
It was several times more powerful than the attacks from the Zhou Tianxing Formation and the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation during the battle between the witches and demons that day.
Even a saint who has become a saint through meritorious deeds is much better than a saint who can barely achieve it by relying on formation diagrams.
However, for Yang Lin, this is simply not enough.
Before he became a saint, he watched Nuwa become a saint and let her take the lead, not because he couldn't be the first to become a saint, but because he wanted to find a reason for himself and an opportunity to repay the great world.
From a certain perspective, he actually wanted to give Daozu face.
Taoist Hongjun thought that his method of killing three corpses to become a Taoist was not perfect. If he wanted to become a saint, he needed to clear the way and make a wish in order to become a Taoist.
In fact, after Nuwa became a saint, he just thought about it, completed the three corpses, filled in the last stroke of the picture, and became a saint immediately.
Therefore, he does not rely on merit, nor does he rely on making wishes, nor does he rely on establishing a religion. These are all dispensable things. Instead, he truly achieved enlightenment by killing three corpses and combining them with his soul, and attained the status of a saint.
In essence, it is not inferior to Taozu, of course, it is Taozu before preaching.
Nuwa, a meritorious saint, could not even completely kill the three corpses. She was a saint who relied on meritorious deeds to become a saint quickly. She was more than one or two steps behind.
Infinite light and infinite heat roared towards him, and the huge and endless hydrangea star arrived in front of him. Yang Lin raised his head coldly, and did not take out the Seven Treasures Bodhi Tree. He just stretched out his hand to catch it, and his five fingers turned into claws, roaring and swelling, like To cover the entire chaos, capture the stars in your hands.
Snapped……
Like crushing an egg.
The huge ball of light that brought killing and destruction and melted everything exploded into fireworks in the sky.
Amidst the creaking, the red hydrangea returned to its original shape and was held in his hand.
Yang Lin glanced down and shook his head: "Your saint level is indeed a bit watery."
Feeling the cry of the hydrangea in his hand, Yang Lin shook his wrist with his backhand, and the red light turned into a meteor, hitting Nuwa ten times faster than when it came.
"You like throwing hydrangeas, don't you? You can also take a look at them."
The surprise in Nuwa's heart has not dissipated, and the sky is filled with red light, poof...
A red light penetrated his chest, leaving a huge hole.
The infinite power trembles and spreads...
Before she even closed her hands to make the seal, she just stretched them forward, and the holy body exploded into countless stardust.
Only one head was left, rolling around and flying thousands of miles away in the chaos.
"You can't kill me."
Nuwa roared, the heavens trembled, and the holy body recovered again.
She felt weak, but all her injuries had improved.
The surprise just appeared in my heart and then subsided.
"I know that the law of heaven is immortal and the saints are immortal, but it will still hurt, hurt, damage the foundation, make it difficult to grow, haven't you noticed?"
Yang Lin took a step forward, and the chaotic light flow surged like waves. A green wooden staff had already fallen into his hand, and he knocked it down.
The entire sea of chaos seemed to be turned upside down, and the green light was like a shadow. It had long broken through Nuwa's picture scroll to protect her, and hit her directly on the forehead, beating the upper half of her body into powder.
Only a billion-mile-long snake tail was left, jumping crazily, and in the blink of an eye, it came over again.
The pain was piercing her heart and lungs, and her spirit was weak. Nuwa felt as if she had lost something again, and her brain was a little confused by this stick.
She finally got scared, screamed, turned into a stream of chaotic light, tore apart the chaos, entered the ancient land and ran straight to the Wa Palace. She didn't dare to fight anymore.
It is indeed impossible to kill.
But, it does hurt.
Moreover, the injuries on the body and soul are real and will take a long time to heal.
Immortality is just immortality.
People are improving day by day, but they are injured and cannot make any progress. The strong are always strong, and the weak are always weak, so they will never be able to turn over.
Nuwa finally figured out that if she continued to fight like this, she would suffer big losses.
Therefore, escaping to the ancient world is the best way, because if a saint attacks with all his strength in the ancient world, he is likely to destroy the world and attract Taoist ancestors to interfere.
The only way is this.
She has no fighting spirit.
"Why are you running so fast? I can't kill you, and I don't want to kill you."
Yang Lin raised his head and looked into the depths of the chaos. He felt a pair of indifferent eyes looking at him. It was the Dao Ancestor. He seemed to have glanced at it unconsciously during the process of joining the Tao, but he didn't care.
Yes, that person is becoming less and less human, like the cycle of heaven and all things are equal.
He only cares that his world will not be damaged or threatened.
Everything Yang Lin showed, for the time being, has not touched his bottom line.
Yang Lin looked back and chuckled. He sensed the green screen of the martial arts performance and the +4 billion martial arts value that was as huge as light flow. He was so happy that he almost couldn't suppress his expression.
A saint is a saint, and his luck skyrockets.
Originally, Nuwa had already received 1 billion martial arts fortune from her. Unexpectedly, after becoming a saint, she would receive another 4 billion.
If you have never defeated her before, you should get all 5 billion martial luck points this time.
This saint level can indeed be beaten...
Even if Yang Lin became a saint, he thought that his emotions would never fluctuate again, and he was still a little excited at this time.
Come quickly, those who are sanctified.
…
Sanqing, Jieyin...
Monster clan, witch clan.
And loose cultivators all over the world.
Anyone with vision who could see through chaos was stunned at this time.
Nuwa has become a saint, and the demon clan is about to flourish.
Nuwa was defeated again.
His body was broken twice in succession, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Although he is not dead, it is obvious that his vitality is severely damaged.
Saints are not invincible.
Because, above the saints, there are stronger saints.
All right.
How strong is Taoist Mu?
A dark cloud rose in everyone's heart.
