"You've already done it in front of me, and you still want to leave easily, Fuxi, you think so wonderfully."
Yang Lin's expression was calm, and he didn't even have much killing intent.
He just crushed Donghuang Taiyi to death and directly killed millions of monsters in the demon clan, letting out a fierce breath.
Although he knew that the human race in the prehistoric times was suffering a lot, it was really miserable to survive in the cracks.
He was bullied by the witch clan and used as a slave.
Devoured by monsters and ferocious beasts, he struggled to survive.
This is what happens every day.
However, he couldn't do much more.
As a human race, you have to slowly become stronger. You can't rely on the protection of others to survive forever. If you go on like this, you may be ruined.
Therefore, he didn't want to see the miserable situation of the human race. When Changxi, Sanxiao and others from Hedao in the East China Sea gradually reduced their attacks, he couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of the human race anymore. He directly concentrated on training and no longer paid attention to the prehistoric times. Fight for hegemony.
There are some things that you know is the right thing to do, but ignoring them is the best choice.
However, it simply cannot be done.
When Yang Lin's spiritual thoughts were disturbed and he saw the monsters devouring human flesh and blood, using Yuanling to practice swords, and killing millions of human beings like slaughtering pigs and dogs, he couldn't help but burst into anger.
It has nothing to do with sex, and it has nothing to do with Taoism.
Just because those obsessions from the past life are gone forever.
'You have become a saint through practice, and you are so powerful. What rules and laws do you still follow? Even if you have to protect it more, what's the matter? Even if they don't have enough experience in the early stage, what can happen if a few more people come down and grow slowly? '
'Anyone who doesn't like it will die...'
Yang Lin took action like this.
I don't care at all, if it has broken the balance of strength and weakness between the demon and witch clans, so what?
The protagonist of the human race is destined, even if God's will changes, he can change him back.
Donghuang Taiyi is dead, so where is Fuxi?
Yang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, a Bodhi stick appeared in his hand, and he looked into the sky and struck it lightly.
boom……
The colorful light spread across thousands of miles, breaking through the void, piercing through the chaos, shattering the chessboard of heaven and earth composed of Hetu and Luoshu, and hit Fuxi on the head with one stick.
flutter……
Like a sledgehammer hitting a watermelon.
As seen with the naked eye, Fuxi's huge body with a human head and a snake body exploded into a blood mist in the air, and his soul was shattered, leaving only a little illusory light and shadow. That was the mark of the true spirit, and it would be destroyed and consumed by the colorful light.
While everyone was watching silently and sighing silently, suddenly, in the mass of light and shadow, magnificent mountains and rivers appeared, an infinite world, with mountains and water, grass and trees, countries and creatures, peaceful and quiet, and full of vitality.
Of course, in that world, there is still a strong golden light of merit, shining on everything like the warm sun in winter, protecting the remnant soul of Fuxi, and at the same time, it also collects Hetu Luoshu.
A goddess with the head of a human and the body of a snake floated out, her clothes flowing in the wind. She raised her head and looked at Yang Lin: "Fellow Taoist Mu, acting like this, killing everyone, is not in line with the behavior of a saint. If all the six saints of heaven and earth act like this, , how can there be peace in the ancient world?"
"Fellow Taoist Nuwa has become a little bolder. When I became a saint that day, it seems that I started too lightly. It only took a few hundred years for my Taoist friend to recover from his injuries and get better. But I Not anymore."
Yang Lin smiled instead of getting angry.
He didn't pay too much attention to Nuwa's actions of rescuing Fuxi's remnant soul and snatching Hetu Luoshu away.
Because, he knew that the hidden hand of Saint Nuwa had been buried deep in Fuxi’s soul...
This is also natural.
No matter how much Nuwa expressed her stance, no matter how much she showed herself to be devoted to cultivating Taoism, she did not care about the spring and autumn of prehistoric times.
But in fact, there are some things that can fool all sentient beings but not yourself.
Essentially, she was born into the demon clan.
For countless years, we have shared weal and woe with the Monster Clan. We have long been connected by destiny and share weal and woe.
The most unclear thing is, of course, not the interests and luck, but the feelings of the same race.
Perhaps, she could ignore this kind of kinship, but the brother-sister relationship with Fuxi that had been supported by each other for hundreds of millions of years was something she could never let go of.
Therefore, no matter what Fuxi thinks in her heart, since she has become a saint, of course she must set up a secret hand to protect her brother.
Let him have a chance to come back when he suffers a disaster.
Just like the original trajectory.
Fuxi and the demon clan perished together, but under the arrangement of Nuwa, he was reincarnated in another life. Finally, he was reincarnated as a human being and became one of the three emperors of the human race, enjoying boundless luck and merit.
As a demon clan, but unable to become a saint, in the end, he achieved the semi-saint achievement, which can be said to be the winner of the demon life.
From this point of view, having a great sister is a blessing for eight lifetimes.
Of course it's different now. With the destructive power of Yang Lin himself, Fuxi's life's achievements and luck have been scattered, leaving only a few remaining true souls. What can he do?
After countless years of cultivation, one might be able to retain some vitality and be reborn like Hongyun, but the Human Emperor's life was something that should not be overthought. .
Of course, this is the only way to keep this glimmer of hope if Yang Lin does not continue to pursue.
When Nuwa heard Yang Lin's words of defiance, a faint smile appeared on her face, "Perhaps I am no match for fellow Taoists, but among the six saints in the world, there are not many differences between them. Even if you are the winner, If I have the upper hand, what if I face the Second Saint?"
In the soft voice, everyone could hear that Nuwa's tone, which was inappropriate at this time, actually had a hint of teasing, and had a strange confidence.
In mid-air, golden light shines brightly...
Before Nuwa's voice fell, the space had been torn apart, and a golden Taoist with a height of several thousand meters appeared on the spot, with a thin body and a miserable look.
There is no hair on the top of this Taoist man's head. Outside the cover of his robe, everything emits a thick golden light. He sits cross-legged on a twelve-grade golden lotus. The infinite light shines in all directions. When people look at it, they will feel peaceful and happy in their hearts. Go to the golden light.
"Bliss!"
"Pure Land Lotus, the World of Ultimate Bliss, universally liberates all souls, has no birth and no death..."
The sweet sounds of heaven appear and disappear, first misty and misty, and finally become grand and solemn, and finally resound throughout the heaven and earth.
"Mu Tianzun, as a saint, you have gone against the grain and acted recklessly. Such actions have harmed the face of our saints. Even if Tao Ancestor faces you, you will punish him immediately..."
There was neither sadness nor joy in Taoist Jieyin's eyes. Only Yang Lin, who was also a saint, could truly feel the anger and malice that could not be hidden in the heart of this Western saint, who had a miserable face for many years.
Many years have passed since Zhunti's death, but it seems like it only happened yesterday.
Although the Saint Jieying has a strong character and can endure it, he will never forget about the revenge of Zhunti and face destruction. If he can find an opportunity to fall into Yang Lin's face, he cannot let it go no matter what.
"Stop talking nonsense. The two fellow Taoists came prepared. No wonder..."
Yang Lin shook his head, with a faint smile on his lips, and the golden light in his eyebrows: "You frogs at the bottom of the well, who don't know how high the sky is, must understand that there is a difference between a saint and a saint, let's do it!"
As he spoke, a mysterious light flashed around him, and three figures appeared at the same time, all exuding a huge coercion that caused the heaven and earth to collapse and the world to be shattered.
The good corpse of the saint, the evil corpse of the saint, and the corpse of the saint obsessed with himself.
All appeared.
There are more people than there are people, which is just right. If I beat you two with four, there are two more than you.
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