In the blink of an eye, 300 million years have passed, and Beiming, or now it can no longer be called Beiming. All the sea water and cold air are swallowed into Kunpeng's body. Although it has not been completely refined, it turns out that there is only a huge pit left in the land of Beiming. A thin layer of gray mist is floating on the fine dust. It is a wisp of cold air slowly drifting in the land of Beiming.

Kunpeng's dojo was hanging in the air, looking particularly abrupt. Kunpeng, who was sitting upright on the top of the mountain, flashed with joy in his eyes. It can be seen that the refining of the Beiming Sea is of great benefit to him. Even with his enlightenment, he could not hide his excitement. He took a deep breath, and the joy in his eyes disappeared, revealing a trace of light.

After a long time, Kunpeng began to meditate and breathe slowly. This was just a superficial skill. In fact, Kunpeng was slowly experiencing the Taoist thoughts in the North Sea, or the residual soul breath. The countless creatures in the North Sea, left many residual thoughts. If Kunpeng could understand these residual thoughts, I am afraid that the Taoist ancestor would have to circumvent it. Of course, it would be extremely difficult to understand one Taoist thoughts, let alone melt all the Taoist thoughts into one.

Kunpeng’s purpose of refining the North Sea is also here, and he can realize the truth anytime and anywhere.

I will take one of the three thousand great ways and use the other ways to verify my way, which is the correct way!

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was another hundreds of millions of years.

Before we knew it, the 1.2 billion years of peace and quiet have passed.

Ten million years, 30 million years, 90 million years...

On this day, the thirty-three days of Chaos, all the saints were comprehending the great way and wandering in Taixu. Suddenly, their expressions moved and their spirits returned to their spirits. Their eyes flashed and they looked into the chaos.

I saw a roar of Zixiao Palace appearing in Chaos, breaking the surrounding Chaos, and a vicissitudes of breath dispersed. At the same time, several jade talismans flew out separately and went to the Saint's Dojo.

My face was slightly dark, and I calculated and stepped out of Taiqingtian and headed to Zixiao Palace.

Tongtian Shi was unaware of what he said, but he did not dare to disobey the Taoist ancestor's orders, so he quickly set off. Nuwa Houtu looked at each other and escaped together.

In the Pure Land, Zhunti and Jie Yin looked heavy, sighed and walked out of the temple.

After years of practice, the Lord finally recovered his vitality and made great progress in his magic power. He also rushed to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Taoist ancestors' words.

When everyone arrived, the gate of Zixiao Palace opened wide, and eight cushions were displayed in front of them. Several saints looked at each other. The three brothers of me walked up to the front three seats. Nuwa and Houtu took the fourth and fifth positions together. Zhunti and Jie Yin sat in two. The Lord looked unhappy, but knew that he had too little experience in fighting and deserved to be the last cushion, so he walked up to sit down.

Zhunti felt something was wrong, so he bowed to Laozi and said: Senior brother, do you know what is important to the ancestor summoning me? Nuwa, Houtu lowered his head and thought hard about the end. Soon a ray of light flashed in his eyes, sitting upright and seeing how I explained it.

Yuan Shi and Tongtian raised their lips, revealing a hint of mockery. Yuan Shi looked at the top of Zixiao Palace and pretended to sigh, "Now 1.296 million years are coming, I am afraid that the killing disaster will begin, and the prehistoric creatures will suffer?" Yuan Shi said, looking like he was compassionate.

Tongtian's eyes flashed with a cold light and he said sarcastically: I just don't know which creatures should have suffered disaster this time?

Due to the run between Yuanzu and Tongtian, Jie Yin and Zhunti looked good, and they calmed down and did not ask me if I had any gains.

Houtu opened his mouth slightly, and he knew what a saint was? Even if all the saints target Kunpeng and thought about how to plot in the disaster, in this case, for the fortune of heaven and earth, for their own face, and the inheritance of Taoism, there may be an internal strife first, including ridicule, insult, and insult, and assaulting dogs as natural as eating and drinking.

Nuwa looked as usual, looked at Houtu and gave her a wink. Houtu's eyes showed a look of admiration, meditating and practicing, waiting for the Taoist ancestor to appear.

Although the Lord lived at the end, his face was calm. Logically speaking, this great disaster was the stage for the Eastern saints to eliminate cause and effect and calculate the general account, and it had nothing to do with him, but he was just uneasy. This time, the Taoist ancestor was summoned, and he also wanted to ask about this.

All the saints closed their eyes and meditated and practiced. After a few days, they suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the jade platform. They saw that the figure of the Taoist ancestor appeared on the jade platform for no reason, and did not show any momentum. However, all the saints looked heavy, because this is the so-called simple way, and they are much different!

I and others saluted together and said: Pay a visit to the teacher (Daozu). Hongjun showed his figure and said lightly: Wait and get up! The saints then sat upright and waited for Hongjun to make the mystery.

Hongjun's face was calm, without any change, and his words were like a repeater, without any emotion. "This time I summoned you and others to come, and it was an endless disaster of killing. You and other saints should manifest their true bodies and enjoy peace after this disaster!'

I was the first to ask: I dare to ask the teacher, I don’t know when this disaster will begin? So how do I say it?

Hongjun glanced at Houtu, which made Houtu's heart jump. He thought to himself that he had revealed the secret of heaven and did not know if he would be punished. But the Taoist Ancestor glanced and ignored it. It was nothing that the leaked from the land after this disaster. Besides, the way of heaven was impermanent, and once there was a change, how could there be a certain number?

Hongjun said: This catastrophe will start with 100,000 years later. At that time, people with great luck will be born as a killing catastrophe. To attain the Hunyuan, nine saints will come out together, and the way of heaven will be completed. After that, the saints can manage the prehistoric world. Whenever there is a killing catastrophe, they will do a battle, divide the superiority and inferiority, and then enjoy peace! But the great catastrophe will not be revealed, and the saint's true body will not come out. You cannot do it will do it will!

Cundi was worried that Buddhism would end up in the same way as Jie Sect, so he asked: I dare to ask the ancestor of Dao, I wonder how many teachings of this calamity will be involved in it? How should we overcome the calamity?

Hongjun's next words made Zhunti feel a little more balanced, and at the same time he also broke out in a cold sweat, "All living beings are in this calamity. Unless you attain the Hunyuan, you cannot escape the calamity, and you can only come out in response to the calamity! This calamity only discusses life and death, regardless of luck, and merits!"

All the saints' hearts were thrilled. Houtu knew that this catastrophe was powerful and worried about his witch clan. Other saints did not expect that this catastrophe would involve such a wide range of creatures, which means that it would be better than the great catastrophe of the gods. After all, the quasi-saint who kills a corpse will escape the catastrophe.

The Taoist ancestor then said: When the great disaster comes, the true spirit in the list of Gods will escape and enter into infinite killing disasters. The saints will sign the list of Gods and set the position of Gods and do not act rashly!

All the saints bowed and said yes, and even the Lord dared not act rashly. He didn't even need to ask questions now. All creatures, his Western creatures, were naturally among them, and he was just thinking about how to attract some allies.

Suddenly, Houtu bowed and said, "I dare to ask fellow Taoist Kunpeng, why are we, the saints, practice Taoism?" But they do not rely on Hongmeng purple qi to achieve Taoism? This sentence asks the voices of all saints, and waits for the Taoist ancestor to give a reasonable explanation.

After a pause, Daozu said lightly: Kunpeng has great opportunity, great perseverance, great power, power, and power with the law, and what he seeks in his heart to be able to attain enlightenment. You should not hold grudges. If you destroy the prehistoric world, you will know the cause and effect and karma!

The saint got a vague answer and bowed a few times. Seeing that they were fine, Hongjun shook his body and lost his trace.

Several saints looked at each other and were helpless about Kunpeng. Last time, Kunpeng obviously reduced his strength, otherwise Hongjun would not warn them not to destroy the prehistoric world. Thinking of countless dead creatures, a layer of black karma above his head was pressed down, and the saint's scalp was a little numb.

After a long time, eight sighs came from Zixiao Palace, and the saints walked out and parted ways.

Although the Taoist ancestor said that the infinite killing disaster was coming, he did not untie the restrictions on the Three Pure Ones. In other words, the saints still cannot manifest their true body and can only stay in chaos for a period of time. Hundreds of thousands of years is not long for the saints. However, if they have to consider how to protect their disciples, it is probably not enough for 100,000 years.

There is also a pure land in the chaos that is neither the saint's temple nor the Zixiao Palace, but the Three Emperors' Palace and the Fire Cloud Palace. It lives alone outside the chaos, without any cause and effect, and will last forever with the saint.

At this time, in the palace, Fuxi frowned and sighed deeply. With a wave of his hand, the Hetu Luoshu appeared in the palm of his hand. He glanced a few times, stretched out his hand and threw it into the chaos. Two faint lights flashed, drilled out of the chaos, fell into the earthly realm, and flashed again, and disappeared.

The sound of footsteps came from behind him. Fuxi looked back and saw Shennong and Xuanyuan coming. When he saw him throwing out the River Map and Luoshu, his expression was shocked and he took a few steps faster.

Shennong asked: Why did the emperor give up such a treasure? Shennong knew that Fuxi would not do this for no reason, so he must have a mystery and his tone was very puzzled.

Fuxi sighed, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, 'Hetu Luo Book was a magical thing of the demon emperor, but after all, it was done, and he should not have obtained it. Friend Kunpeng has been comprehending for many years and has given this thing to me the use of proof of the truth. He was originally ashamed of it, but he was lucky and wanted to use this thing to help the human race, suppress the fortune of the human race and protect our human race forever. But, alas!'

Shennong was not stupid either. He heard Fuxi's regret, and after thinking about it, he was afraid that this thing should not be obtained by their human race, so Fuxi endured the pain of giving up the deduction treasure and sent it out for those who were destined to collect it.

Xuanyuan's temper has been much more restrained now and asked: Brother, did something happen to the earthly world? But he asked this question to the point. Just imagine why Fuxi gave up the River Tu Luoshu at this time? If he really felt that he was not destined to be abandoned, why didn't he wait until now?

Fuxi nodded, with a hint of clue on his face, 'The two emperors should know the great catastrophe of the gods. When the plague god Lu Yue poisoned, the disciples of the Chan Sect came to Huoyun Cave to find Emperor Shennong to seek the antidote. The three emperors were inconvenient to take action and deliberately avoided it. However, the emperor's brother was kind-hearted and finally took action, and was contaminated with cause and effect. Now the great catastrophe has started again, and it is even more numerous killing catastrophe. I am afraid that the three of us and others are still in the catastrophe.' In the end, we are not very confident. After all, the Taoist ancestor said that as long as the three emperors escape from the Fire Cloud Cave, they will not die. Now it is a bit different.

When Shennong heard this, his brow frowned slightly, and then smiled and said: "The emperor is really joking, so what if he is in a disaster? The human race was in trouble that day. Should I ignore their life and death in order to protect myself? Then wouldn't I be a human emperor? If I really fell in a disaster, I would admit it too!

Fuxi smiled bitterly, knowing that Shennong took the human race as the basis, he didn't persuade him much, but just looked at Xuanyuan and said: Brother Xuanyuan, your rival Chi You is resurrected. Although he dare not come to Huoyun Palace to seek trouble, it is also a bit troublesome. You must be careful not to cause and effect again!

Xuanyuan nodded. He was the most afraid of death among the Three Emperors. Hearing that his legs were weak in the disaster, he would not dare to say no.

Fuxi looked at the surging chaos outside and said in his heart: I just don’t know if I am in a disaster? I was originally a demon clan, but I was reincarnated as a human body, but I had planned for the human race. That Tianji Taoist Lord was transformed by my physical body, and he should be able to block a disaster for me. It’s just that the number of days is unpredictable, life and death. I have been indifferent to it for so many years, let him go!

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